Although Wei Yu felt a little disappointed, this was only the first round of tasks, so the requirements shouldn't be too strict. The production team didn't invite professionals to be judges, probably to give them time to adjust. "Don't worry, let's finish the basics first, and if there's still time, we can add the rest."
Lan Qingyue nodded: "That's right. If we do the main things well first, the rest will be much easier."
They have already decided on the fabrics and made a list for the director. Wei Yu wrote down ten meters of each type of fabric, no less, only more.
The production team should have a budget allocated to Teacher Lan for this purpose, so there should be a record of the bills for each group of guests.
The two of them draw up the design, put them together to discuss, see where minor modifications are needed, and make sure that it generally fits the type of design they want to create, thus forming a series.
The production team provided watercolors, colored pencils, and markers.
Wei Yu was in a hurry, so she used a combination of colored pencils and markers, as did Lan Qingyue.
Watercolor requires color mixing, and she had only been learning watercolor for a week when she went on vacation. She stayed home every day and hadn't had enough of that. Then she was tricked into coming here by the system, and she had even less time to learn. So she gave up on trying to use gouache. It would be a waste of time and might even make her look bad.
Both of them put in their utmost effort when doing something, and they wouldn't eat until the design was finished.
The room was quiet except for the rustling sound of colored pencils on paper. The photographer was amazed by how engrossed the two were; even his breathing became softer.
It's often said that men who work hard are handsome, but aren't women just as attractive?
Lan Qingyue and Wei Yu are both naturally beautiful, and their faces, adorned with light makeup, appear even more exquisite.
Their eyes were only on the design. Their serious attitude complemented the models on the paper, creating a harmonious and beautiful scene. The soft glow of the setting sun shone on their faces, giving them a holy and awe-inspiring presence that made people hesitant to approach, silently watching them from afar with reverence.
The female director stood at the door, hesitant to go in, frequently glancing at the time. From the radiant sunset to the slow unfolding of night, the two people at the table, engrossed in their design, were oblivious to the passage of time, not even taking a sip of water.
The production team had prepared dinner at 6 PM, but it's all cold now.
"Did these two skip dinner all night?"
The female director muttered to herself at the door.
Sure enough, artists are incredibly persistent; they didn't get up or leave even for a moment after the afternoon started.
As the "swish" sound grew fainter and slower, until it became intermittent, the two people at the table finally stopped. Holding the design draft and examining it closely, they smiled at each other and finished.
The director breathed a sigh of relief, ran downstairs to bring up the heated food, and set it out. She stared at the two men stretching their legs with admiration, saying, "Teachers, you're amazing! I admire you so much!"
The director showered them with compliments, and the two finished their dinner.
Wei Yu's room was completely full. If she wanted to rest, she would have to tidy up again, which was too much trouble. Lan Qingyue suggested, "Wei Yu, why don't you sleep in my room? You have too much stuff. If we tidy it up tonight, we'll have to take it out again tomorrow. It's too much trouble."
Lan Qingyue is not used to sleeping with others. Even if her roommate of three years wants to sleep with her, she will refuse. She feels more comfortable when she has a bed to herself, and it would be too crowded if there is more than one person.
Given the current special circumstances, she can't be too dramatic.
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