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CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

"What is your problem?"

"Nothing is my problem. You are the problem."

I sighed as I moved towards another pair that was fighting.

"Guys... what's going on?" I rubbed my forehead as I could feel a headache coming along.

"She keeps hoarding the spoons like it's hers."

"And why are you hoarding the spoons?" I looked at the lady in question who had a snarl on her face.

"He keeps licking them anytime we mix something." Her face scrunched up in disgust.

Ugh. Some boys will just be boys.

"That's not proper. Don't lick the spoons. They're for mixing." I hurried along, feeling like a middle school teacher after scolding the guy.

After a couple of minutes of looking around, I looked at the time. It was 10 minutes to the end of the contest.

"Okay. You have 10 minutes left. Dot your cake i's and cross your pastries t's." Everyone gave me a deadpanned look. I shrugged. I was beyond stressed and only wanted it to be over at this point.

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The design team had done fairly well and I was now on the c
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