In order to ensure the fairness of the competition, the judges scored the works in public.
I gave higher scores than the average for the previous few works, but when it came to Harley's work, I gave her a "zero".
Everyone present looked at me in astonishment.
Other judges tried to defuse the situation, saying, "Miss Hersey must have made a mistake."
I smiled at Harley's angry eyes.
"I didn't make a mistake. Learning calligraphy is about cultivating one's character. Unfortunately, someone has a twisted character."
"Tilda, what are you talking about? Don't sling mud at me!"
Harley stood up abruptly and pointed at me, cursing loudly.
"Harley, don't you know that pointing at someone is very rude?"
The others looked at each other and dared not speak when they heard us quarrel.
"Tilda, I know. You are jealous that my calligraphy is better than you, so you want to slander me, right?"
I sighed softly, "Stop overestimating yourself, OK?"
Just then, a surveillance video appeared on the big screen behind me, showing the room with the entries.
Among a pile of works, a man wearing a hat sneakily switched one of them.
People at the scene started to discuss when they saw that.
Hersey's face turned pale.