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"Impossible, the perfume I make must be the best perfume!" He Xi handed the perfume sample to Song Xiang. "Judge, smell it again. You'll definitely find that my work is better than Tan Rou's."

 She stuffed the perfume under Song Xiang's nose. Song Xiang was very disgusted and kept dodging. Suddenly, she smelled a smell that did not belong to the Fragrance Festival. It was very pungent. If it mixed with perfume, it would affect the smell of perfume.

 "What is this smell?" Song Xiang frowned. "Why does it smell like medicine?"

 When He Xi heard Song Xiang mention the smell of medicine, she remembered that her hand was injured, so she deliberately showed a sad expression. "Judge, my hand is injured, so there is the smell of ointment. Teacher, please make an exception and take a look at my work gain. I finished the competition with injuries."