There's also the penultimate show, which is a special performance by Xu Jingye.

Qin Xiaoyu suddenly felt like playing a prank when she thought about the visual impact he was going to bring.

Since you despise mediocrity, then let me show you what mediocre looks like. I'm afraid you won't be able to swallow it then.

The music stopped for a minute, and the audience began to whisper among themselves, with some looking towards Qin Xiaoyu and Lin Yaofangfei.

"Is there a problem?" Lin Yaofangfei asked anxiously.

Qin Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat; she should be backstage right now.

Xu Jingye's condition is unstable, and there are concerns that Man Aihong and Master Liang may not be able to control him.

Just as she was starting to worry, a sudden explosion occurred, and music rained down on them, instantly igniting the atmosphere.

The first to appear was Dazhuang, this gloomy-faced boy, who was simply a perfect match for Xu Jingye.

Qin Xiaoyu stared in astonishment at Dazhuang's face. What was that black line running from his brow to the bridge of his nose? She hadn't asked him to wear makeup like that.

She wasn't the only one in the audience stunned; everyone was speechless.

But the model team didn't give them a chance to catch their breath; one after another, they rushed onto the stage.

The word "rush" is most fitting. If the previous fashion show was as bland as a stream, then this one is an angry sea.

It is an aesthetic challenge, a visual declaration of war, and a clash of ideas.

Xu Jingye unleashed all the darkness he had suppressed in his heart through design. Once the black wings were exposed to the sunlight, they became like armor, exuding combat power.

On an ordinary T-shirt, he created a thousand different designs, each unique, and no one had ever done it before.

If I had to describe this show in one sentence, it would be: I love seeing you hate me but can't do anything about it.

Everyone watched this part of the performance in stunned silence.

This isn't a fashion show; it's a massive face-slapping event, a revenge for all the pent-up frustration from before.

Apart from the music and the constantly flashing camera lights, everyone was frozen in place, and everything seemed inexplicably eerie.

When the gloomy-faced Da Zhuang led all the models around the stage one last time.

Suddenly, a timid clapping sounded from the corner, then joined in, and finally resounded throughout the hall.

"Oh my god, what is this! Look, I'm getting goosebumps!" Lin Yaofangfei finally closed her mouth and turned to let Qin Xiaoyu see her thin, brownish-yellow arms.

It seems someone pressed the pause button; after a brief pause, everyone came back to life.

The crowd looked on with surprise, and their comments were full of praise. Of course, this mainly came from some people who were at the forefront of fashion, while others were just watching and waiting.

But they are the trendsetters. If even they say it's good, who would dare to say it's bad?

They almost immediately adopted a unified narrative, and even those who initially intended to make disparaging remarks changed their tune.

Madam Fang cast an approving glance at her, and Third Sister clapped until her hands were red, while she kept giving Xiaoyu two thumbs up.

"This is amazing! I'm so touched. Watching a fashion show like this is such a treat!" Lin Yaofangfei said, trying to save face, in an exaggerated tone.

"It looks really good!" Many people agreed.

Linda's side story has long been forgotten. This is Lin Yaofangfei and Qin Xiaoyu's show. A woman who doesn't understand fashion left early, only showing off her shallowness and ignorance.

The ending was absolutely perfect.

Qin Xiaoyu appeared on stage with the designer and several models. She wore a light pink long dress with a corset and layers of pleats that cleverly concealed her bulging belly.

However, she was the shortest, and A Lei wouldn't allow her to wear high heels. Normally, this would add a few centimeters to her height, but now her true height was exposed—no more, no less, only 1.5 meters.

She walked among a group of tall models, looking as delicate and cute as a rag doll, her innocent big eyes melting the hearts of the audience.

As soon as she appeared, there were good-natured laughs from the audience, and soon someone applauded. It wasn't Qin Xiaoyu's first time on the catwalk, but she still tried hard to overcome her shyness. Her face was already red, and she bit her lip, timidly looking for A Lei's gaze.

His gaze was like a spotlight, never wavering even slightly.

She was the most dazzling star in the entire event.

"Little one, you look so pitiful, I think every man here will fall in love with you," was the third sister's assessment.

"I think Linda will regret missing out on a visual feast." Lin Yaofangfei is the victor now, so whatever she says is right. Bringing this up now is just deliberately picking a fight.

The listeners nodded in agreement. Xu Jingye's performance in the previous stages was mediocre, but this performance was truly not to be missed.

"Xiao Xu, congratulations!" Qin Xiaoyu found him backstage, not expecting that this secret weapon had worked its best.

He didn't appear when the last designer came on stage.

Her eyes looked red; she must have cried backstage.

"I should thank you for bringing my life back. This is where I belong from now on." Xu Jingye pointed to the rows of clothes on the hangers, and they seemed to come alive.

"This is also our common destiny. The problems we saw this time were huge. If it weren't for you saving the day, we would probably have left in a very sorry state," Qin Xiaoyu said with a wry smile.

Originally, the charity performance was only supposed to donate ticket money, and now that the mission was accomplished, Lin Yaofangfei refused to let Qin Xiaoyu go back and went on to attend the banquet.

Needless to say, Qin Xiaoyu was the center of attention. Afraid she'd get tired, Lin Yaofangfei seated her on the sofa. A group of curious onlookers surrounded her; Qin Xiaoyu sat there like a little princess, while A Lei stood behind her, watching her speak eloquently and respond fluently.

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