Jiang Xuan looked completely bewildered.

What does this mean?

"Wait!" She quickly caught up with him. "What do you mean?"

Lin Che's lips curled into a cold smile: "A love letter?"

Dealing with smart people is easy.

Yes, someone likes you.

"There is someone?"

Jiang Xuan looked at him amusedly, "Big brother, you don't actually think I like you, do you?"

Seeing Jiang Xuan's reaction, Lin Che knew that the letter was probably written by someone else.

His gaze grew even colder, and he stood there like an iceberg.

He didn't accept the letter, his voice low and cold: "I don't accept love letters from anyone. Please tell the person who wrote the letter to stop doing this pointless thing."

Jiang Xuan clicked her tongue twice, made an OK sign, and left.

Lin Che gazed at her figure thoughtfully.

Seeing Jiang Xuan approach, Sun Xiaodie, who had been hiding behind a big tree, quickly ran out. When she saw the letter in Jiang Xuan's hand, her heart sank, and she hurriedly asked, "Jiang Xuan, didn't you give him a letter?"

“I gave it to him, but he didn’t want it.”

After hearing this, Sun Xiaodie bit her lip and remained silent for a long time, but her eyes reddened.

Although it was expected, Sun Xiaodie still found it a little hard to accept.

"Xiaodie, no way, why do you look like you're about to cry?"

"So what do we do now, Jiang Xuan?"

"Give up. There are plenty of fish in the sea. This kind of person is cold-hearted by nature. Even if you win him over, you'll suffer a lot."

When it comes to feelings, you understand the道理 (principles/reasons), but you just can't do it, you just can't put it into practice.

Sun Xiaodie rubbed her eyes and perked up again, "Didn't you say he didn't want to believe it? That means he hasn't seen the contents yet. If he had, he would definitely be impressed by the beautiful writing."

Jiang Xuan: ……

"Jiang Xuan, how can we make him see the letter?"

“Unless you mail the letter from the post office,” Jiang Xuan pointed to the envelope, “there’s no postmark on your envelope, so people can tell right away.”

Sun Xiaodie nodded, "I'll go out and mail it right away."

"Okay, you can go now. I'm going back. When the dorm supervisor checks the rooms later, please tell her that I've already made a note of it."

"Go back? Where are you going back to?"

“Going home, I live in Guning, and I commute to school.”

Sun Xiaodie was puzzled. Wasn't Jiang Xuan's home in Qinshui? How did it become Ningzhou?

Perhaps she's staying with relatives.

“Guning? My home is in Guning too. It’s very far away. Why do you have to commute to school? It’s so tiring.”

"I'm riding my bicycle, it's not far, I'm off, bye-bye."

Jiang Xuan did not explain her situation in detail and walked towards the carport.

*

The meeting room of the performing arts troupe.

A long rope was strung along the wall, with ten design drafts clipped to it.

Each manuscript has a number.

This time, they received a total of 128 manuscripts.

However, after initial screening, the vast majority of manuscripts have been filtered out.

The remaining ones will be reviewed today.

To ensure the fairness and comprehensiveness of the review process, they specially invited Director Li of the cultural troupe, Chief of Staff Zhao of the Logistics Support Department, and Director Liu of the Publicity Department.

Also present were Professor Zhang, the art director of the performing arts troupe; Teacher Li, the costume director; Teacher Wang, the dance choreographer; and several key performers, including Zhang Xiaowen and He Yan.

They all have extensive experience in their respective fields and unique insights into clothing design.

Artistic Director Professor Zhang spoke first: "Ladies and gentlemen, the theme of our performance today is the changing times. We hope to showcase the development and changes in society through costumes."

"To ensure the fairness of the review, we will now begin reviewing these design drafts. Everyone should carefully read each draft, offer their opinions, and ultimately each person can vote to select the three best design drafts."

The assistant distributed a ballot sheet to each judge, listing the numbers of all the submitted designs. Each judge then selected the design they considered the best based on their own judgment.

The reviewers began to carefully examine the design drafts and offer their opinions.

"The color scheme of this outfit is bold and appeals to modern young people. However, the design is not outstanding; it is too simple and lacks attention to detail."

“This costume is rich in traditional elements and also uses embroidery. However, the overall design is a bit too complicated and not suitable for stage performance, and it may affect the actor’s movements.”

After reading all the manuscripts, everyone fell into deep thought.

Costume designer Ms. Li, resting her chin on her hand, asked her secretary, Ms. Zhang, "Have all the manuscripts in the mailbox been retrieved?"

"All collected."

"If that's the case, I suggest we go back to using the design from the garment factory."

The other actors nodded in agreement, "Yes, I also think these designs are not as good as the ones from the costume factory. Although they lack creativity, they are still decent and passable."

"Yeah, what kind of aesthetic is this? It even passed the initial review. What kind of design is this?"

Professor Zhang frowned and said, "Although I'm not entirely satisfied with the original design, I'll talk to the garment factory again since that's the case."

Commander Li nodded and stood up: "In any case, soliciting articles from the public is an experiment. I have other things to attend to, so I'll be leaving now."

Professor Zhang saw the delegation leader out the door, and Zhao Yong came running over, panting.

He wiped his sweat, saluted, and said, "Regimental commander, I am Zhao Yong from the first platoon of the first company. And, and this too."

Professor Zhang took the envelope from his hand. "What's this?"

Zhao Yong scratched his head, his face flushed. "This is also a design draft. It was asked to be submitted by Platoon Leader Lu a few days ago, but I had an emergency at home that day, so I took the day off and forgot to deliver it."

"Platoon Leader Lu?" Professor Zhang opened the envelope and took out a stack of design drafts.

Then my eyes lit up.

"Commander, take a look at this."

Commander Li took it, flipped through it, and nodded: "Let's go in."

Zhao Yong finally felt relieved.

Luckily, I just heard that the cultural troupe was selecting design drafts, otherwise if he had missed such an important event, Platoon Leader Lu would have skinned him alive.

The design draft is about ten pages long.

Teacher Wang flipped through the design drafts and exclaimed, "Exquisite, so exquisite! Look, there are even enlarged detail images here."

"And they even have men's and women's versions, how thoughtful of them!"

The judges eagerly flipped through the design drafts, offering their comments.

"Look at this men's design, it's so interesting! It's a bit like a Zhongshan suit, but not quite. It's very novel."

"This collar is quite pretty too."

"The metal buckle-like decoration above the pocket is also nice."

"And the pants, look at this detail, he added a gold trim to the side of the pant legs."

"Yes, yes, and the belt buckle even has a military insignia, drawn so exquisitely."

The judges then started looking at the women's designs.

The women's version features a white shirt paired with a military green A-line skirt and a gold belt.

"Wow, this is great too, look!"