Why do these people just enjoy watching the drama unfold?

Speechless was no longer enough to express Lan Qingyue's feelings.

The person was invited by the production team, so if you want to talk, talk to the production team. What's the point of making trouble for Wei Yu here?

Besides, the outcome is still your own problem. Instead of gossiping, you should practice your catwalk so you don't trip over your skirt later!

Wei Yu glanced down at her own outfit, then at everyone else's, and said firmly, "While it's true that Ms. Karina, sitting on the judging panel, is my teacher, she has countless students. I'm not her only student. She can't possibly remember every student's design style, can she? Besides, design isn't static, and neither is style. I don't like to stick to the status quo; I like to break away from the past. Before entering this waiting room, none of you knew who the judges were, so let's not waste our time guessing each other. Instead of adding pressure through pointless speculation, let's focus on improving our professional skills."

Wei Yu spoke with such firmness and directness, so frankly and openly, that no one expected her to be so candid. Embarrassment welled up from the soles of their feet, and they could only try to cover it up with various small gestures.

Lan Qingyue stood up, walked between Chen Xi and Wei Yu, squeezed past Chen Xi, and sat down close to Wei Yu. She took Wei Yu's arm with both hands, raised her chin slightly, glanced at the onlookers, and said irritably, "If your teachers were sitting on the judging panel today, you wouldn't be saying this, would you? If you want the judges' approval, then work hard. Don't always judge others with such petty minds!"

As mentioned before, the judging panel will provide feedback on each group's design.

I don't know where I heard it from.

The crowd, sensing Lan Qingyue's sarcasm, awkwardly touched their pens and dispersed.

Chen Xi's expression changed; she was unwilling, but she still left.

Every time he tried to satirize Wei Yu, he never gained the upper hand and ended up making himself feel uncomfortable.

Wei Yu, on the other hand, was like a wooden doll, impervious to her sarcasm. Her sarcasm was all for naught!

Once the mask is on, I don't love anyone.

A beautiful and melodious tune begins to play; it is the sound of nature, and a sense of freedom, as if letting oneself go, slowly lingers.

Spring, summer, autumn, and winter are the natural order.

In the warm spring, flowers bloom and willows turn green, and tender grass sprouting from the soil sways in the warm breeze with bright and radiant hope.

In the sweltering summer, the heatwave whips up the earth, and a faint fragrance wafts by. A pretty figure on the beach shines as brightly as the sun in the distant blue sky.

The fluttering yellow leaves, like graceful butterflies, spread the scent of harvest; the golden waves of wheat ripple and sway, stirring up fragments of memories.

A soft, white sliver of light on the distant Cangshan Mountain drifts slowly alongside the cotton-like clouds, its sharp, unseen touch brushing against the tender skin with a cool, refreshing touch.

Lan Qingyue and Wei Yu went on stage one on the left and one on the right, their faces covered by masks, giving them an air of detachment from the world.

The costumes were far more appealing than the masks. Each group of guests stayed on stage for no more than a minute, dancing to the most graceful melodies according to their own style.

Each judge had ten design drafts and a scoring sheet on their table. The scores for the design drafts, the first round scores, and the second round scores were already available.