Chapitre 11: Back to the competition

When she took a sip, she saw a familiar figure walking through the door. She frowned as she remembered his name. Wasn't it San Mo, the head judge of the designing competition? He pushed himself through the group of young adults that were surrounding him. He looked around the cafe, as if searching for someone. When their eyes met he smiled in surprise. He quickly walked over to where Meilin was sitting. Meilin raised her eyebrows. "Are you, by any chance, looking for me?" San Mo cleared his throat, "Well, yes actually", San Mo was nervous, "it's regarding the competition" "Really?" Meilin sounded bored. San Mo frowned. He had expected her to be more excited or in awe yet it seemed like she didn't care. "Are you aware that you are on the participants list? I would like to inform you that the competition starts in three days. What happens is that each competitor puts in 3 designs according to the theme of the day. Then the best twenty designs are chosen." "And why are you telling me this?" San Mo shrugged "Let's just say that I value my life." With that, he turned on his heel and left. Meilin was speechless. Who could have made him tell her the information? Didn't everyone else want to win and try to ruin others chances? Then she realized.