Black-bellied Emperor Shao: Ex-wife is not allowed to escape

Song Weiwei's fingers really hurt, especially where she picked the blisters. She would stop after a while, and she said that her fingers were connected to her heart, and the pain was really scratching.

She looked at the band-aid next to her, but she still didn't stick it back in the end. The lines she engraved now need to be very fine, and the hand-feel of the band-aid will be worse, which will affect the effect of the final work.

She pursed her lips and continued to sculpt.

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but feel distressed when they saw the miserable state of her fingers. After picking out the blisters, they were rubbed into bloody flesh by the knife, and it hurt to watch.

"It's quite easy to see them sculpting. I didn't expect to be so useless. Look at the bean-sized blisters. It hurts me just looking at them. This is art with my life."

"I can keep watching the live broadcast just to see Song Song's hands, woo woo woo, I feel so distressed to see her hands hurt like this."

"Suzuki Koizumi and Alberto's hands were blistered. These people are usually pampered. I guess they don't sculpt at such a high frequency. There are no calluses on their hands."

"Yeah, I don't know what some people care about what they do. They earn more than you for a year for a work, so don't be hypocritical for them."

"Hehe, it's been 1202. Some people put their front paws down, but their brains haven't evolved into adults, so they naturally lack empathy."

"Who are you scolding for not being human?"

The live broadcast room was immediately torn apart, and the screen was full of hostility. Fortunately, the players did not know the existence of the live broadcast, otherwise, seeing these barrages full of hostility, their mentality would collapse.

Li Baihan looked at Song Weiwei's hand injury, and for a moment he was not sure whether the blister he kindly picked for her was helping her or hurting her, so he stood up suddenly.

Jiang Huai and Zhou Zheng didn't understand, so they quickly stood up, "Mr. Li, where are you going?"

Li Baihan looked sad, "I'm going to the hospital."

The best hospital ever!

Zhou Zheng was driving, and the co-pilot also took a bodyguard. The group went to the best private hospital in the United States. Li Baihan went to surgery and prescribed the best wound medicine.

It is said that it is for the healing of surgical wounds. When applied to the wound, the wound can heal immediately, and the effect can be called immediate.

At dinner, Li Baihan brought food to Song Weiwei. Song Weiwei's fingers were so sore that she could barely feel it. If it wasn't for the lack of precision in her left hand, she would have wanted to use her left hand to do the carving.

After receiving the plate from Li Baihan, she glanced at the two dishes and one soup on it, seeing his serious expression, she couldn't help but tease, "Do you think we are a bit like prison visits?"

Li Baihan was not amused by her, his gaze fell on her hand, "Does your finger hurt?"

"Well," Song Weiwei didn't hide it from him, "It hurts like hell, it's better if the blisters didn't pop... But Mr. Li, are you an undercover agent sent by my competitor?"

She was actually joking, and she didn't mean to complain, but she just said it because she saw him blaming himself.

She wasn't so ignorant, she knew that he picked her blisters in order to make her hands heal quickly, but she still needed to use a carving knife, how could it be cured?
Li Baihan was taken aback, and said dryly, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect to be of any help."

Song Weiwei shook her head, "It will be over in a few days, it's okay, then I'll go eat first, you... well, you can go back to eat too."

Just as she was about to close the door, the door was held back by Li Baihan. He took out a tube of ointment from his pocket and handed it to her, "I just went to the hospital to get it, and it was said to heal wounds very well. You will take some medicine later."

Song Weiwei took the blue ointment and held it gently in her palm, "Thank you!"

Li Baihan moved his lips, wanting to tell her not to be so polite, but finally swallowed the words back until the door closed and he leaned gently against the wall.

She always kept a distance from him, distrusting him, not approaching him, not relying on him.

In the last game, all the players concentrated their minds and showed their extraordinary strength, in order to come back against the wind in the last game.

Five days passed in the blink of an eye for the contestants. When the staff reminded everyone to take their works to the exhibition hall downstairs, the competition ended.

Song Weiwei looked at the work in front of her. This was the best work she had sculpted in recent years. She didn't know if she could win in the end, but she had tried her best.

These few days she was busy carving, she dared to delay even a second, she didn't even take a bath, now that her nerves were relaxed, she felt like she was going to stink.

She went to the cloakroom to get her clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

At this time, the camera was turned off, and she stood under the shower, letting the water wash over her body, washing away her exhaustion. Whether she could win the championship tonight, she had to face it in her best condition.

Coming out of the shower, she dried her hair and put on a dress.

She simply put on makeup, took her work and walked to the door, took a deep breath, and went out with the work in her hands.

Outside the door, Li Baihan was waiting there. As soon as the game was over, he was waiting outside the door. During the time when she was taking a shower and putting on makeup, he didn't allow anyone to approach this room.

With Lin Yu's accident in the last competition, Li Baihan made a prediction in advance this time. He would never allow anyone to make small moves and ruin her hard work.

Her work is so precious, it should not be counted.

When Song Weiwei saw him, surprise flashed across her eyes, "Why are you here?"

Li Baihan took the work and smiled at her, "I will escort you."

That smile was so warm and affectionate that Song Weiwei couldn't help being stunned. They had met each other for so long, and they knew each other's secrets.

They refused to pierce the window paper because they each had their own concerns. She wanted to pretend that nothing had happened to achieve her goal, but he was willing to be used by her.

No matter what she wanted to do, as long as she stayed by his side.

But one day when she finally achieves her goal, when that day comes, she will no longer be able to stay by his side, pretending to be in love with him, and let the past grievances and grievances disappear in smoke.

"What's wrong?" Seeing her standing still, Li Baihan slightly raised his eyebrows.

Song Weiwei blinked her eyes to hide her emotions, she said, "It's nothing, I just feel nervous all of a sudden, and I don't know what the result will be."

Li Baihan didn't know what the result would be, but he was blindly confident, "Your work is the best I've ever seen, don't worry."

Even if he said that, Song Weiwei couldn't rest assured that if he didn't get the championship trophy, who knew what would happen?
What he said, she had the right to comfort her.

The two took the elevator downstairs. While she was washing up, many contestants had already gone down. When Song Weiwei arrived, the spotlights kept flashing.

This was the last match, and the organizer invited media reporters to come over to report, because they were already well-known in the live broadcast room, and the media reporters naturally knew each player well.

When everyone saw Song Weiwei approaching, all their guns and short guns were aimed at her. A reporter asked, "Miss Song, are you confident to win the championship?"

Song Weiwei didn't back down when facing the media. She looked at the reporter and replied in standard Mi English: "Of course, I came here to participate in the competition to win the championship."

The reporter did not expect her to be so blunt, "Miss Song is really not humble at all, so what if you miss the championship?"

When many contestants asked whether they could win the championship, they would suppress their ambitions and speak mellowly, so as to avoid the embarrassment of not being able to win the championship in the end.

But Song Weiwei did the opposite.

"I didn't think about it."

The reporters were in an uproar. Song Weiwei had already taken over the work from Li Baihan, stepped on the red carpet, straightened her back like a queen, and walked towards her battlefield.

The exhibition hall was very lively, and the staff quickly came over to take the works, and then signaled Song Weiwei to take a seat.

Today's seat is not as random as last time. She is seated according to the ranking after the second match, and she is sitting next to Alberto.

Alberto put on a very gentlemanly black velvet suit, shaved his beard, and tied his hair into a ponytail. He was much more handsome than his previous slovenly appearance.

He greeted Song Weiwei warmly, "You came a little late, I thought you ran away in despair."

"How is that possible? If you run away, I may not run away. This is my battlefield." Song Weiwei sat down next to him, and Suzuki Koizumi was sitting on Alberto's left. She nodded to him as a greeting.

Alberto laughed heartily, "Miss Song, I just like your ambitious look, you are sassy and beautiful."

Song Weiwei: "..."

She didn't know whether Alberto was naturally enthusiastic and outgoing, or whether he was deliberately teasing him, she just smiled politely, and then scanned the audience.

The exhibition hall was clearly arranged carefully. After the scoring was over, the trophies would be issued immediately, so there were still media filming nearby.

In the exhibition hall, apart from the judges' seats, important officials from the organizer also came, but they were not in the same position as the contestants' seats. Song Weiwei glanced casually and saw that the man who had escorted her down just now sat on the organizer's seat.

There was a big question mark on her forehead, when did Li Baihan become the organizer?
Before she could think about it, the lights in the venue dimmed, and a beam of light shone onto the stage. The host made a splendid appearance, "Good evening, everyone, and welcome to the Fifth International Sculpture Competition. After fifteen days of competition, we finally welcome It's an exciting moment, who will be the champion tonight? I'll let you know the answer to this mystery."

At the sponsor's table, Li Baihan felt Song Weiwei's eyes sweeping over from time to time, he gave her a faint smile, and never looked at her again.

Song Weiwei pursed her red lips tightly.

After thanking the sponsors from several parties, the host began to announce the rules for tonight. This time, the scoring mode will not be made public. After all, the contestants who came to participate in the competition are top engravers from all over the world. Even if they lose in the end, they should not be too ashamed , This is the organizer's respect for the players.

Therefore, they will announce the top ten rankings, starting with No.9, and the top ten will receive bonuses prepared by the organizer for the players.

Song Weiwei was sitting. In order to make the awards ceremony more layered, the organizer also invited celebrities to perform. The round of singing and dancing was over, and it was finally time for tonight's business.

The winner of No.9 was a contestant from a small country. When her name was called out by the host, she froze for a few seconds, then covered her face and cried.

I don't know whether it is excitement or sadness of missing the championship.

Players with solid prize money, from No.9 to No.4, only received a symbolic consolation prize, but the gold content of this prize back is also very high, coupled with the organizer's comprehensive report, after returning to China Naturally, the price has risen, and it is not the same as in the past.

The names of Song Weiwei, Suzuki Koizumi and Alberto were not read from No.4 to No.9. Song Weiwei knew that the championship was among the three of them.

She slowly clenched her hands on her knees. It would be a lie to say that she was not nervous. Even though she was confident that she could win the championship, she also knew that Suzuki Koizumi and Alberto were stronger than her.

She took a deep breath and heard Alberto ask her, "Are you nervous?"

Song Weiwei exhaled lightly, "Of course, are you nervous?"

Alberto shook his head, he wasn't nervous, he didn't value fame and fortune that much, and he came to participate in the carving competition just to prove his strength.

Now that he has proven himself, he has no regrets.

The host on stage had already got the list, and he threw a suspenseful message to everyone, then opened the list, and raised his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the names on the list.

Everyone waited with bated breath for him to announce who is No.3, but he played tricks, "Come on, let's guess, who is No.3?"

The contestants all started booing. Some guessed Suzuki Koizumi, some guessed Song Weiwei, and some guessed Alberto. After all, there was no suspense that the three of them were the top three.

The host was not in a hurry to announce, because the staff came up with No.3's work, the spotlight hit the red velvet box, and the host pinched the corner of the red velvet, "Next, let's appreciate the No.3 work first." brought works.”

The moment the red velvet cloth was torn off, Song Weiwei's heart stopped beating, and finally seeing that it was not her work, her thumping heart thumped back into her chest, causing a momentary pain.

The host said: "Yes, this is Alberto's work, congratulations Alberto, please come to me on stage."

Alberto seemed to be taken aback for a moment. He stood up, and Song Weiwei and Suzuki Koizumi also got up. He hugged them respectively and walked to the stage.

Song Weiwei and Suzuki Koizumi looked at each other, she sat back on the chair, her mind was a little dazed, she could no longer hear what was being said on stage.

Although she is confident of winning the championship, she is still more nervous than confident. After all, Suzuki Koizumi is not an ordinary person, and he had the highest voice to win the championship before.

Soon, Alberto stepped off the stage with the trophy, and the host did not announce No.2, but invited a star to perform on stage.

Song Weiwei was distracted throughout the whole process. In the past, when watching awards shows, there were always songs and dances interspersed with them. At that time, she was thinking, what would the people who were going to win the prizes think when they watched the song and dance shows?
Her feeling was that it should be over quickly, why is the awards ceremony so fancy, everyone is waiting to win the award.

Fortunately, the singing and dancing didn't take long, the show ended soon, and the host came back to the stage, holding the list in his hand and smiling.

"Next we will announce the No.2 and No.1 trophy winners, and now we invite Ms. Song Weiyi and Mr. Suzuki Koizumi to come on stage together."

Song Weiwei's heart skipped a beat, did she miss the championship?