Please behave My Lord

Chapter 299: Voting

Chapter 299: Voting

Mariana took half the time to decide that the entire design would be black or white. NôvelDrama.Org content.

White haloed with black, like splashes of ink. The black and white intertwined and swirled like curls of

smoke, giving a sense of harmony.

The whole picture seemed advanced, ethereal and nebulous.

The presenter walked around the two, constantly making exaggerated exclamations and asking them

how on earth they had come up with the design, but never getting to the point, leaving the audience on

stage increasingly curious.

Once the design session was over, the presenter said enthusiastically:

-This contest is by live voting, take the voting machine in your hands and vote for your favorite work.

This time the contestants are so strong that even I can't say a winner, so the decision is yours!

That said, their tickets were projected on the big screen for all to see.

As soon as they appeared, there was a lot of noise and discussion, but no one pressed the button in

their hand.

The presenter raised his voice to remind them:

-Time is limited, please vote carefully!

Ana screamed in her mind.

"Mari, vote for Mari - she will win!"

Although Western European court style is Selena's area of expertise, and the drawings are beautiful

and generous, and in keeping with contemporary aesthetics, she has not made a breakthrough in

bringing court style to a peak.

Mariana's, on the other hand, the strong design caught the eye at first glance and upon closer

inspection, a different style could be appreciated.

Everyone will have their own thoughts when they see the issue, and Selena's play was funny but gave

no surprise when the play came out.

Everyone seemed to know she would make a design like this, and Mariana, whose work doesn't fit

anyone's imagination, has a style all her own.

A unique style that has no rival.

Ana was ready to celebrate, and the audience began to press the buttons on their hands.

He looked up with a smile and his expression froze as he saw the results flash on the screen.

"No way!"

Ana was now convinced that there was definitely an inside job.

It was obvious which job was the most impressive, but it was Selena's score that kept going up.

At the end of the brief three-minute count, Selena had more than 100 more votes than Mariana.

Ana was frozen in her seat.

The presenter announced that Selena won.

Immediately, Selena burst into tears and took a deep bow to the audience.

-Thank you all for your love! I will definitely live up to your expectations and bring you better works in

the future!

Then he turned and shook Mariana's hand, smiling.

-You're great too, let's work together!

He then whispered, out of earshot of the audience:

-Thank you very much for being my opponent, or I would not have won.

It was a provocative comment.

Mariana looked at her and smiled slightly.

If it was a normal person, whose work was good enough, but was scorned or even criticized, I would

have lost face or even cursed.

But Mariana was always unperturbed, and it was this nonchalance that made Selena's heart

uncomfortable and not happy that she had won.

You're showing off from on high, but your opponent doesn't care.

There is nothing more humiliating and embarrassing than that.

After the two came down from the stage, Ana followed them backstage.

-Mari," she called with a slight tremor in her voice. She felt bad for her friend.

Mariana turned, smiled reassuringly and patted her hand.

-It's okay, we all have our preferences and I can't force them.

She was always like that, swallowing her complaints and trying to comfort others.

If he really didn't care about winning or losing, he wouldn't have gone to the competition and wouldn't

have tried everything he could to get a rematch.

The blood, sweat and effort that each of them put in to get to the top cannot be trampled upon.

If fairness is lost, what is the point of participating in this show?

Or if even such great competition is unfair, what justice is there in the world?

Several more clashes followed, each in its own style, but none as interesting as the battle between the

Western European court and the old ink-and-water style.

Once all the competitions were over, the presenter happily appeared and announced that the winner

was Selena.

Ana had guessed this outcome and tried to drag Mariana as they walked off the stage.

But Mariana respected the show and said she had to stay for the final curtain.

The presenter then announced that the second prize winner was Mariana.

During the curtain call, all the contestants took the stage and all of them greeted the camera. The

presenter's words were so emotional and touching that many of the contestants cried.

Mariana was the only one who smiled and had a superb and casual demeanor.

After the curtain came down, Ana grabbed Mariana and left, seeing her with the runner-up trophy in her

hand and wanting to throw it in Selena's face.

"There must be a conspiracy - this is no coincidence!"

Before there was the fact that the theme of each episode was in a field she knew well, and then there

was the fact that she easily won the title.

"Selena, I will definitely find out the truth!"

Ana quickly told Mariana of her suspicions.

-Selena had such a smooth ride and even managed to win in the end. Don't you think there's an inside

job behind it?

Whenever things are not going as well as one would like, it is inevitable that an inside job is suspected.

But where in the world would there be so many infiltrators? As he said before, it was just that the public

liked Selena's work better.

Mariana shook her head.

-Don't overthink it.

-It's not that I think too much. Why don't you understand?!

Ana turned red with anger and muttered under her breath.

-Wait, I will find out the truth!

The championship was Mari's and had absolutely nothing to do with Selena.

The two had different thoughts. Aside from the competition, Mariana was more concerned about her

mother.

He always felt that Clara was sick and did not tell her so as not to worry.

After saying goodbye to Ana, she took out her cell phone to call her mother.

Clara was preparing soup when she received Mariana's call and, with an inexplicable twinkle in her

eye, she picked up the phone.

Mariana hesitated to ask him if he was unwell and, fearing a long delay, asked him nonchalantly:

-What are you doing? Are you tired?

-I'm cooking, I'm not tired.

Clara was looking at the pot of soup when she suddenly heard the room buzzing with activity, and one

of the cheerful voices sounded especially familiar.

Her heart fluttered and she said quickly into her phone:

-The rice is about to go up, so I'll leave it now and hang up.

-Mom... -was all Mariana had time to shout before the phone rang as if it had been hung up.

He stood in his seat for a moment and took a cab to get ready to go to his grandmother's house.

And the familiar voice Clara heard was none other than that of Diana.