Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

"As for this question...Please ask the princess to go outside with me..."

Princess Matilda's face was full of doubts, but she nodded and stood up from her seat.

Several judges were also puzzled, and they followed Princess Matilda and Shen Fanxing out of the competition venue.

There were still many people outside the venue, Shen Qianrou wanted to know the result of Shen Fanxing, so she kept guarding outside and refused to leave.

Most of the people stayed here to see Princess Matilda because they saw or heard Princess Matilda entering the venue.

It's just that when they heard that there was only one woman named Shen Fanxing left inside, they also became a little curious about that woman.

"Qianrou, what do you think Shen Fanxing is doing in there? He knows that there is no hope in the end, but he is dying and struggling until now..."

Anna Li frowned, even though she said that, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.

After all, she had been with Shen Fanxing for three years, and she was familiar with Shen Fanxing's unyielding tenacity. She couldn't be more familiar with it.

Shen Qianrou was also conflicted in her heart. She hoped that Shen Fanxing would be promoted, but also hoped that she would be eliminated.

"Don't say that just yet! What she is best at is winning by surprise and going against the current in adversity. If you think there is no hope now, maybe it is not a problem for her at all..."

Anna Li curled her lips, "Without essential oils, how can she advance?"

Shen Qianrou sneered, and glanced at her disdainfully from the corner of her eye, "You really don't have it, do you have it all?"

Anna Li frowned, "That's not true, but you also saw that in the next few batches of the competition, most of them retired directly, so it can be seen that there are really very few essential oils that can be used... For a person who is exhausted , she is at best dying.”

People who think like Anna Li are not in the minority.

Since last night, they have not had any good feelings for Shen Fanxing, and now they are the last ones to delay the game.

Even more dismissive of her.

However, at this moment, the curtain of the competition venue was suddenly lifted.

Immediately afterwards, Shen Fanxing's tall and slender figure appeared first, holding Princess Matilda's hand behind him.

Under the surprised eyes of everyone, he dragged the princess down the high steps, and then walked towards the purple lavender field not far away.

Behind them followed the judges,

Shen Qianrou frowned tightly, not knowing why, she went forward and asked the judges, "Mr. Mijieer, what's going on?"

The judge named Mijie shook his head, "We don't know either, just follow up and have a look, maybe we will understand."

Shen Qianrou nodded.

Everyone outside the court followed Shen Fanxing and Princess Matilda.

Finally, Shen Fanxing brought the princess to the purple flower field.

Princess Matilda looked at her, her face still puzzled, she shrugged, shook her head, and said helplessly:

"You look very smart, I really want to know what you are thinking now?"

Shen Fanxing raised his eyebrows, fluent in French, "Do you still feel that your throat is still uncomfortable?"

Princess Matilda blinked her eyes, put her hands with pink lace gloves at her throat, and then looked surprised.

"God, it's really much easier. Speaking of which, I haven't had a cough since the beginning."

Shen Fanxing smiled as expected.