Xu Chaoci had just finished a meeting and was engrossed in developing a simple plan for opening a company in Beijing when there was a knock on the door.
"Enter."
Xu Chaoci thought it was Nanzhi, but he never expected it to be Shen Xingmian.
Upon seeing him, Xu Chaoci frowned. "Is there something you need?"
Shen Xingmian's lips curled slightly, "I've come to bring you something."
As he spoke, he walked over and placed the tray he was carrying on Xu Chaoci's table.
Xu Chaoci: "......" Are you having a relapse?
“Zhizhi thought I wasn’t feeling well, so she specially cooked porridge for me. I ate too much, so I can’t finish these fruits. Here, take them from me.”
This was probably the thing Shen Xingmian said most often to Xu Chaoci. Xu Chaoci looked at him and laughed after a long while:
Are you showing off to me?
Shen Xingmian: "...Eat it or don't, it's up to you."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving the plate of fruit lying quietly on the table. Xu Chaoci stared at the plate of fruit for a long time before picking up a piece of apple and putting it in his mouth.
Shen Xingmian returned to the bedroom in a good mood. Nan Zhi had already finished washing up. The final match was in two days. Nan Zhi leaned against the headboard, carefully flipping through her old notes.
Seeing Shen Xingmian return, Nanzhi looked up and asked, "Did you spill the porridge?"
Shen Xingmian: "......"
He nodded awkwardly, "Mm."
After saying that, she took her pajamas and went to the bathroom.
When Nanzhi saw him go in, she couldn't help but laugh. She knew he must have finished eating. He really was a hypocrite.
When Shen Xingmian came out of the bathroom, his hair was wet, his bathrobe was half-drawn, revealing his muscular chest, and he exuded a lazy aura.
Noticing Nan Zhi's gaze, Shen Xingmian paused in drying his hair, then looked up and saw Nan Zhi staring at him. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "Staring blankly?"
Nan Zhi immediately withdrew her gaze and spoke calmly:
"You're overthinking it." It's not like she hasn't seen him before, but Nanzhi still thinks Shen Xingmian is really handsome. Such a good-looking man is hers, and she can't help but feel her cheeks burning.
Shen Xingmian haphazardly dried his hair, and once it was slightly dry, he threw away the towel, lifted the covers, and crawled inside.
The subtle fragrance wafted over again. Shen Xingmian, who had just finished showering, exuded an even stronger aura. Nan Zhi suddenly felt a little dizzy, and even the words on the notebook became blurry.
Shen Xingmian kept staring at her. Nan Zhi closed the notebook, put it under her pillow, pulled the blanket up, and lay down on her side. "I'm going to sleep."
After saying that, she closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep, but unexpectedly, Shen Xingmian suddenly shamelessly spoke up:
"Zhizhi, after your cousin came, we didn't..."
Nanzhi: "..."
She pretended to be asleep and did not respond for a long time.
Unfortunately, Nan Zhi ultimately underestimated Shen Xingmian.
......
Two days later, the third match began.
Today's competition is an individual event, and the time limit is only three hours.
The theme Nan Zhi drew this time was actually the one that Master Qian Mu had given her before. She was asked to revise it many times before finally designing the work.
This time, Nan Zhi didn't hesitate and started drawing directly from her memory. She designed a series of designs, and by the time the time was up, she had designed a total of five sets.
As with previous rules, the order was determined by drawing lots.
Some people have actually given up because they were too bad in the first two games. No matter how high their score is this time, it won't help. They didn't prepare well at all, so their costumes were poorly designed.
Some people couldn't even finish designing a single outfit in three hours, simply because they lacked inspiration.
When Li Weiwei went on stage, Nan Zhi looked at her costume design and frowned slightly, feeling as if she had seen it somewhere before.
Li Weiwei was clearly well-prepared, and she felt that she might actually be able to make it into the top five in this competition.
So she became much more confident, speaking fluently and eloquently, which made the judges below nod in approval, and ultimately gave Li Weiwei a very high score.
Lian Chuchu watched all of this without the slightest fluctuation in her eyes.
Song Mengmeng, who was standing to the side, spoke up:
"Chuchu, your friend is quite capable. He has a very good chance of getting a spot this time."
Lian Chuchu smiled slightly, "Weiwei has always been excellent."
Soon, Li Weiwei stepped down from the stage, and one person after another went up to showcase their work.
When Nan Zhi took the stage with her series of works, it naturally caused a sensation. For Nan Zhi, her main goal now is to secure a spot, so she designed the costumes without holding back and did not intend to show off.
The final result was obvious: Nam Gyi came in first place.
Lian Chuchu's performance this time was unsatisfactory, falling behind Cheng Yi.
After the event, the participants waited for the results inside the venue.
The scores from the three tests are added together, and then the rankings are determined.
While waiting, everyone was playing on their phones; of course, some were quite nervous, and others were chatting.
I sat with my group members.
At this moment, Lian Chuchu was surrounded by her team members Song Mengmeng and Qi Hao.
"Chuchu, you can definitely do it, you'll definitely be in the top five."
Song Mengmeng smiled and congratulated Lian Chuchu, while Qi Hao was equally happy and said with a smile:
"If you go to the world to participate in the competition, you must perform well and win the championship."
Although the two were in Lian Chuchu's group, their final grades were probably only around eighth or ninth place.
Lian Chuchu smiled gently, "I'm not that amazing."
After saying that, she shyly looked down at her phone and scrolled through it for a while before stopping her finger on the screen.
He even let out a strange "Huh?"
Song Mengmeng and Qi Hao were close to her, so they naturally heard it.
"What's wrong?"
Song Mengmeng glanced down at her phone, and Lian Chuchu quickly put it away, as if afraid that Song Mengmeng would see it.
Song Mengmeng frowned. She seemed to have just seen a picture of a dress. She only glanced at it, but Song Mengmeng instantly felt that she seemed to have seen it before.
"Chuchu, what's on your phone? Why are you so afraid I'll see it?"
Even with a panicked expression, Lian Chuchu shook her head and said:
"No, it's nothing, Mengmeng, you've mistaken me for someone else."
Her appearance seemed somewhat like she was trying to cover something up, which aroused Song Mengmeng's suspicion, while Qi Hao was thinking about the finished clothes he had just glanced at.
Qi Hao has a good memory. Looking at Lian Chuchu's appearance and recalling the competition just now, he suddenly widened his eyes. How come this dress looks so much like Li Weiwei's design?
Li Weiwei was quite outstanding, and since she was also Lian Chuchu's friend, Qi Hao still remembered her.
"Chuchu, give me your phone, let me take a look."
Qi Hao's face was cold and he reached out to ask Lian Chuchu for her phone. Lian Chuchu quickly covered it in her arms in fear and shook her head, "I can't let you see it."
Song Mengmeng was unaware of the reason for Qi Hao's sudden change. She looked at the two of them in confusion, not knowing what had happened.
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