Apart from Xu Yajun, they couldn't think of a second person who could write in the Liang style so well.
"Did she outperform herself?" Chairman Xue also felt astonished.
He stopped his conversation with Butler Jiang and walked over to the judges to have a look.
With this glance, Chairman Xue was somewhat stunned.
"This…" Chairman Xue thought he understood Xu Yajun like the back of his hand. Although finding the right artistic conception could sometimes be difficult, the basics were there. He held the work with fervent eyes, "This isn't Yajun's handwriting. Yajun definitely doesn't have this kind of wrist strength!"
Not Xu Yajun's?
Then whose was it?
Where did this dark horse come from?
The seven judges looked at each other, perplexed.
Jiang Fulai, who had been sitting at the front and gazing down at his computer, finally lifted his head. His slender fingertips tapped on the table decisively, and he uttered two indisputable words, "Bring it."