"Ah!"
Hu Miao exclaimed and glared at Jiang Man. "You bumped into me!"
By this moment, more than half of the time had passed. When the people below saw that Hu Miao's paints had all been knocked over and that her painting had been ruined, they sighed with regret.
Some people felt that she was pitiful, while others felt happy.
On the other hand, the judges were discussing animatedly.
"I thought that this child's drawing skills were pretty good. Who would have thought that such a thing would happen?"
"Her drawing just now was pretty good. Although it lacked some novelty, even if she didn't get first place, she could at least get second place. It's a pity that such a thing happened."
"Maybe she could even turn the tables?"
