Qiao Yun glanced at her from the corner of her eye, her tone indifferent, "I hope you can succeed."
She truly wished for that.
Though she didn't like Jiang Jing, if Jiang Jing could beat her, it would prove that Jiang Jing was putting effort into making progress, which was commendable.
Professor Qiao, who cherished talent, would still feel gratified.
However, Jiang Jing felt that Qiao Yun was provoking her, a surge of anger igniting in her heart. She took a deep breath, reminding herself not to get angry, Qiao Yun was deliberately agitating her.
She needed to stay calm, or else she would fall into Qiao Yun's trap.
Jiang Jing calmed down and went on stage with a faint smile. As soon as she appeared on stage, her lovely face caught the attention of some of the audience.
Qiao Yun remained composed, her dark eyes carrying a hint of nonchalance, exuding one word from head to toe—confidence.
