Chapter 239 Everyone's Doubt

Looking at An Xiaowan again, although she rubbed her belly, her face didn't change much.

But An Xue... was holding on to her waist, sweating all over her face.

"Impossible..." An Xue's face changed suddenly when she heard this number. She stared at Meiyue with wide eyes, "You must have lied about the numbers!"

Mei Yue smiled and spread her hands, "Then you can check the video, not to mention, other people are also counting."

An Xue turned her head and looked at the crowd.

Some of them pretended to lower their eyes, some turned their eyes away, but none of them dared to meet her gaze.

Just now, they were really afraid that An Xiaowan would cheat, so they all looked over. At first, he wanted to help her count and not let her cheat, but later, she was shocked by her standard movements and super fast speed, and attracted her attention.

At this time, An Xiaowan stood up, curled her lips and said sneeringly: "It seems that the so-called supermodels have only so much physical fitness."

In the previous program, An Xue was set as a very powerful and pure girl in the program group. She was always silent but burst out with amazing abilities. The results of it? This so-called amazingly capable girl ended up losing so easily.

"I..." An Xue's expression changed several times, and she was speechless.

How could she lose!

And An Xiaowan actually gave her five seconds!

The huge embarrassment made her face turn red and turn pale, her mind was in a mess, and she wished she could hide in a hole in the ground.

How to do how to do……

"An Xue may not be very good at this! Who said that a supermodel must have a strong waist?" Mo Feifei immediately jumped out to refute An Xiaowan's words, "An Xue must have many other advantages over you, don't you proud!"

"Ouch, here comes another strong one." An Xiaowan stood up, shook her yoga mat, and handed it to the back gracefully.

Ning Ya stretched out her hand to take it, with deep admiration in her eyes.

An Xiaowan hugged her chest, leaned her legs on the side shelf, and slightly raised her chin, "An Xue, I would like to admit defeat. Please be respectful and send the two yoga mats of your team to my team .”

Her words included the word team.

In an instant, everyone knew clearly that what An Xue lost was not her personal glory, but the entire team's.

An Xue's face was stiff, unable to get off the stage.

Where is her identity, let her give them yoga mats by herself at this time? She can't afford to lose this man!

"Why, can't afford to lose?" An Xiaowan looked at her indifferently, with a superior attitude. That look made An Xue suddenly feel like she was a clown.

Several models in An Xue's team also frowned, looked at each other, and did not speak.

They originally thought that An Xue, as a supermodel, must be super powerful no matter what, they have always admired her and were willing to follow her.

But this kind of following is to hope for the final victory!

But now...

They began to question this choice.

An Xiaowan narrowed her eyes slightly, "Okay, then, a lot of competitions will prove it."

She paced slowly, approaching An Xue who was standing there, and looked at her sharply.

"Or, your title as a supermodel is just... a false name?" An Xiaowan's lips parted slightly, her voice was soft, but her tone was shockingly cold.

An Xue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated!

This terrifying sense of coercion makes it impossible to breathe!

Behind her, more questioning gazes made her feel riddled with holes.

Embarrassment, fear, anxiety, uneasiness... Complicated emotions made her just want to run away immediately!