Sheng Congzhi sighed slightly, "It's because I didn't work hard enough."
Mr. Lu almost cursed.
A genius who was spoon-fed by God himself felt he wasn't working hard enough?
"So I've decided," Sheng Congzhi continued. "Grandpa Lu, I will use my old drawings for the competition..."
"Really?" Mr. Lu was so surprised his voice went up eight octaves. "Zhizhi girl, you've finally come around! Don't worry, as long as you are willing to compete, I'll have the organizers postpone the event by a week..."
"No need," said Sheng Congzhi. "My drafts are with a friend in Yun City; if I send them tomorrow morning, it will be in time."
"That's good, that's good."
After hanging up, Sheng Congzhi called her best friend.
Qin Zhenzhen's end was noisy. "What's up, Zhizhi?"
Sheng Congzhi was straightforward. "I'll give you an address. Select one from my old drawings and send it in for the competition."
"Why the sudden decision to enter a competition?" Qin Zhenzhen was curious.
"It's not me."
