Even the designers in the US team who were his peers and competitors with Ye Li and others were praising him lavishly, exaggerating the quality of those works.
Hu Jingyao felt even more heartbroken.
When I came to my senses, the morning session was already over.
The melodious music was accompanied by a rising up of shouts as the crowd moved outwards in an orderly fashion.
Looking up, Morning tugged at Ling Xiaohan's ear, making him call out "Senior Sister" so he could hear it.
Ling Xiaohan retorted, "If you're so capable, bring back an award and convince me. What kind of skill is it to rely on your seniority?"
Further on, Yan Ziqing and Mai Xiaomi linked arms, turning back to laugh and joke with Xie Siyu and the other girls from YL Studio.
Xie Chenlu lagged behind, watching the group with a faint smile.
Just like before.
The phrase "just like before" popped into Hu Jingyao's mind, and he suddenly came back to his senses.
Suddenly, he realized that he was thinking about the past once again.
I remembered the seven of them surrounding Xie Chenlu, the courtyard filled with chattering "Master," and the people in the neighboring courtyard jokingly said, "Little Xie, are you taking on disciples like the Calabash Brothers?"
There was no backstabbing or infighting among colleagues.
There was no frantic scratching of the head due to a lack of inspiration.
There is no invincible loneliness of walking alone.
At that time...
"Brother Yao, you'll always be the best in my heart!"
Hu Jingyao snapped out of his daze when Cheng Yanxi took his arm.
Turning back, she saw Cheng Yanxi smiling brightly, "Brother Yao, you promised me that you would come back with me to meet my parents after the competition, you have to keep your word!"
The irritating feeling of being stung by bees, which was constantly buzzing around him, welled up in Hu Jingyao's heart again.
Once again.
The former lover has lost all ambition and has become a love-obsessed person who only cares about romance.
But no one understands him, and no one joins him in inspiring him to move forward.
The overwhelming feeling of loneliness and desolation washed over him again, and Hu Jingyao couldn't help but turn around and roar, "Enough!"
He met Cheng Yanxi's bewildered and confused expression, and the tears welling up in her eyes.
I suddenly realized that I had lost my composure.
Hu Jingyao reached out to hug her. "Xixi, I'm sorry... I'm under too much pressure. You have to understand me, okay?"
Her familiar lover was back, and Cheng Yanxi subconsciously nodded and hugged him.
A fleeting question crossed my mind.
Pressure? But this is only the preliminary round!
After lunch break, the semi-finals began at 2 p.m.
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