Qin Fen said nothing. Did saying nothing mean he was tacitly admitting it? Heaven and earth bore witness—Big Chef had started making the outer shell. This was serious business; he had no time for jokes.
Though he did not believe it had been rigged, he had exchanged ideas with everyone in the spirit of learning and discussion. All he wanted was to promote the heritage passed down by their ancestors. This was not showing off.
Qin Fen's silence made the surrounding students flush red, as if they had been pumped full of adrenaline. "Could it really be that the teacher rigged it?"
"I don't think so. If it was rigged, why would he be cramming at the last minute now?"
"Then how do you explain us advancing straight into the top sixteen?"
Well, they had come full circle again. The production crew had practically given Qin Fen free publicity. The students who had been doubtful fell silent, blinking as they watched Qin Fen take measurements and sketch designs beside him.
Whenever Big Chef fell silent, the whole space quieted down. Queen Mother said nothing either, merely watching with amusement. She knew perfectly well that Luban was Qin Fen's disciple. Even if they were playing with Mechanism Arts rather than magic, it was still bullying. Looking at Big Chef's solemn face, Queen Mother's cheeks reddened and heat inexplicably rose within her. Covering her mouth, she muttered, "Naughty!"
Her younger sister-in-law had no idea why. At that moment, she too was drawn in by Qin Fen's state of mind. What kind of man was the most attractive? A cool one. Never mind whether he wore outer pants or underwear—at this moment, Qin Fen was not only cool, but also carried a hint of mystery.
Neither of the two women who had come