Everyone looked at the big screen with curiosity, then at Chen Xi, and finally locked their gazes on Wei Yu.

Wei Yu is a newcomer like them, but she has already gained some fame. She participated in many design competitions in school, and even after graduating and getting a job, she still participates in various competitions. In everyone's eyes, Wei Yu is a competition enthusiast; wherever there is a competition, there is Wei Yu.

Participating in various competitions can indeed quickly boost one's popularity.

In this industry, there are many unknown strugglers.

It's not that we lack talent, it's that we lack luck.

Some people work diligently for years but only end up as a design assistant, while others have the stage, the creativity, and the luck to make a name for themselves.

Wei Yu may belong to both categories, or perhaps neither. Her fame was built up through competition after competition, but what she possesses that is truly enviable is not the popularity she has accumulated, but rather the benefactors she has encountered.

The designer that others have worked hard for years without ever having the chance to meet is her teacher; the designer that others have worked hard for years without ever being able to stand on equal footing with is her senior.

This kind of luck, where one always has benefactors to help them, is enough to make others envious.

Their lack of luck doesn't stop them from watching the show. As long as Chen Xi speaks to Wei Yu, the information he conveys will definitely have a deeper meaning.

The crowd fell silent and quietly moved over to become bystanders.

Lan Qingyue, despite having the face of the original owner at twenty-five, still possessed the same mindset as her twenty-year-old self. Faced with the eagerness of these onlookers who seemed eager to rush to the front and expose everyone's secrets, she suppressed the urge to roll her eyes and inwardly grumble.

Some people are like that; the more they can't have something, the more they envy those who already have it, and while envying others, they don't even try to improve themselves.

Lack of ambition.

Lan Qingyue leaned back in her chair, her cheek pressed against the back of her hand, and said loudly, "There are about three minutes left, aren't we all going to rehearse?"

Nobody paid any attention to her.

Lan Qingyue: "..."

Distraction failed.

Wei Yu glanced at the onlookers, then at Chen Xi, who had thrown the melon, raised an eyebrow, and her pink lips curved into a faint smile. "Senior, are you implying that the show is unfair? Or are you implying that the judges are all people with connections? These people are all teachers invited by the show to help everyone reach new heights. Aren't you just discouraging everyone from saying that?"

Yes, being noticed by these judges can definitely take your career to the next level.

Who wouldn't want more people who can bring them fame and fortune?

Chen Xi's expression changed. "I didn't say that about the production team, but aren't your teachers sitting on the judging panel?"

The guests' teachers are all here; what else could this be but a case of connections? The rankings are probably predetermined.

Everyone looked at Wei Yu with a new layer of resentment.

Wei Yu chuckled softly: "Senior, have you forgotten what Director Liu said? All the guests are numbered, and everyone is wearing a mask. How can anyone know who's who? Right?"

Chen Xi wasn't annoyed by his words. She raised her hand and admired her brightly colored nails with a smile. "I'm just curious, did the judges remember your design style, junior?"

Even without seeing the name, you can still tell the difference if you remember the design style.