But, what’s the use of not being resigned? The ironclad evidence is right before her eyes, and under Su Xingyu’s meticulous analysis, she doesn’t even have the possibility to shirk responsibility! Her expression was defeated, under the smiley but cold gaze of the host, she slinked off the stage. Following behind her was Lin Luna, like a defeated chicken, drooping her shoulders and feeling secretly regretful for helping Su Xingqi, only to implicate herself. Her lifelong reputation as a photographer was completely ruined by Su Xingqi! Only Su Xingyu on stage remained calm. She was neither proud of driving away the two impostors nor did she feel their embarrassed departure was pitiable. Every industry has its rules, and those who violate them deserve punishment, it’s only natural. Seeing only her and the host on stage, she said, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll step down too." The host said, "Miss Su, please stay. Since you’re on stage, why not show us your entry this time, so you won’t have to come up again later." Su Xingyu thought it made sense, so she nodded and agreed. The stage lights dimmed, and when they brightened again, the big screen behind Su Xingyu had changed to a photograph, her entry this time—"Martial." The image of Ouyang Yi in white, wielding a sword, was striking, in the midsummer shade, the sword aura was rampant, flowers in full bloom covered the ground, like poetry, like painting, like a thousand horses galloping with a fierce chill. "This... this is...!" A voice of disbelief arose from the audience. "It’s Ouyang Yi!... It’s indeed the internationally famous supermodel Ouyang Yi!" "The reputedly highest-paid male model? Oh my, this photo is truly lifelike, it has both looks and aura!" "Rarely do we see such an intense side of Ouyang Yi, his photos mostly portray him as a playboy." "The lighting and composition are great as well, I can’t believe it was a candid shot!" The discussions and praises swept over like waves, endless, igniting the atmosphere on the scene. The host also exaggeratedly fanned the emotions: "Oh my, oh my, oh my—! What did I just see? Is the person in the photo really the legendary supermodel Ouyang Yi? The unparalleled handsome guy? Oh my, oh my, oh my, really so handsome, so handsome, so handsome—! Miss Su, Xingyu! Tell us quickly how you captured him, where was it? I want to go camp there after work!" Su Xingyu smiled: "It was at the famous swordsmanship hall in the city, Bamboo Heart Hall. Those days I was vexed over what to shoot for the finals and heard he would be sparring at Bamboo Heart Hall, so I rushed over specially to capture it." "I see—" the host stretched the tone, with a girlish heart-holding pose, "Wow Xingyu, you are really lucky, there aren’t many handsome guys like that every day! I’ve heard supermodels like him usually charge a super high price for photoshoots!" "He didn’t ask me for money this time." Su Xingyu smiled again. The audience also good-naturedly laughed along with her words. The atmosphere, which was solemn due to Lin Luna and Su Xingqi’s photo forgery, suddenly relaxed, and someone in the audience shouted: "Su Xingyu, he must have thought you were beautiful, so he didn’t charge you! Right?" Su Xingyu slightly tilted her head, her eyes glimmering with light: "Maybe?" The audience laughed again. Follow current novels on novel•fire.net In the audience, Su Xingqi originally intended to sneak out early while unnoticed, but seeing the harmonious mood on stage and off, she felt unbalanced. Why did she have to work so hard shooting photos only to be driven off the stage, while that annoying Su Xingyu could take a random shot and receive so much praise! Wasn’t it just because her model was famous! Wait a minute... Ouyang Yi?! Su Xingqi’s steps halted abruptly, glaring at the stage with venom. On stage, the magnified picture of Ouyang Yi’s sword dance was dazzling behind Su Xingyu, the two, a beautiful woman and a handsome man, matched so well... "Host, she’s faking!" Before her brain reacted, Su Xingqi shouted heedlessly, charging towards the stage, "Su Xingyu is the one faking! She’s Ouyang Yi’s mistress! Ouyang Yi must be posing intentionally for her to win! Her photo is not eligible for the competition!" Her voice was too sharp, and as soon as these words came out, the whole audience was shocked. "What, Su Xingyu is Ouyang Yi’s mistress?" The audience started to discuss again. "What mistress, that’s so unpleasant, the man is unmarried, and the woman is unwed, even if there’s something between them, so what?" Due to the recent "Golden Wing Angel" forgery incident, many people had a bad impression of Su Xingqi and were disgusted with her slinging mud at Su Xingyu. Many nodded in agreement, thinking Su Xingqi was so stimulated by failure that she became a bit insane. On stage, Su Xingyu’s expression cooled, turning to see Su Xingqi being firmly held by two security guards below the stairs. The pale moon-like light quietly sprinkled on them, seeming to seep a little coolness into people’s hearts. Su Xingyu looked at her for a long time, then suddenly smiled. Turning her head, she asked the host: "Our final is being live-streamed online, has it exceeded 5,000 viewers?" The host didn’t understand why she asked but still answered: "Of course, it has far exceeded, according to data from five minutes ago, the number of viewers has already broken through a million." Su Xingyu smiled again, looking back at Su Xingqi: "Good, surpassing 5,000 means defamation can be established, Su Xingqi, you’ve slandered me in front of millions of viewers, await the lawyer’s letter. Besides," she straightened her expression, seriously looking at the audience, "I, Su Xingyu, walk an upright path, have no amorous relationship whatsoever with Ouyang Yi, please do not believe rumors." Maybe it was her expression being too serious, or perhaps the earlier impression that Su Xingqi gave was too terrible, this time, quite a few audience members said: "Su Xingyu, we believe you!" "Yes, we believe you! You don’t look like a dubious person!" "Somebody who steals others’ boyfriends, stop defaming Miss Su Xingyu!" The voice of support from the audience grew louder. Su Xingqi was so angry she stammered: "N-no, it’s not like that, she must have a dubious relationship with Ouyang Yi! This photo must be staged! Otherwise, it couldn’t look so good! Aren’t there many photographers here? Just now Su Xingyu could analyze my photo, someone stand out and analyze hers! There’s definitely a flaw!" She was so furious, seeing no one willing to help, she bit her lip, loudly said: "Anyone who can expose Su Xingyu, I’ll give thirty thousand! No, fifty thousand! Reveal her and those fifty thousand is yours!" In the audience, everyone looked at each other, is this possible? This Su Xingqi lady, rather burn money than give up, is she crazy?