Jiang Xuan nodded, glanced at the blackboard behind him, picked up a piece of chalk, and walked to the blackboard.
The chalk seemed to come alive in her hands, lines dancing across the blackboard, and in no time, a design sketch of a women's shirt appeared on the paper.
It was exactly the same as her original draft.
She didn't stop, and continued to draw the women's A-line skirts, men's shirts, and trousers.
Everyone was stunned.
This really was drawn by her.
How could that be possible at such a young age?
Zhang Xiaowen and He Yan stared wide-eyed, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
Jiang Xuan turned around, full of confidence: "The design inspiration for this performance costume comes from traditional military uniform elements, but I have incorporated some modern design concepts."
"For example, the epaulette design here retains the solemnity of military uniforms while adding a sense of fashion."
"In terms of sewing, double needle sewing is used. To ensure comfort, the lining is sewn flat to avoid rubbing against the skin."
As Jiang Xuan spoke, she quickly drew a diagram of the stitches used in sewing.
After she finished, she put down the chalk and asked, "Does anyone have any further questions?"
As the judges looked at the design draft on the blackboard, Team Leader Li led the applause, and then everyone else joined in.
Zhang Xiaowen looked around and raised her hand, full of doubt.
He Yan clapped along, though silently.
"Comrade Jiang Xuan, your expertise is truly amazing," Commander Li said. "Our previous doubts were unnecessary, and we hope you can understand that we will use your design for this performance."
Jiang Xuan smiled slightly and bowed, "Thank you all for your recognition. I am honored to be able to contribute to the military region's performance."
The judges and some others left one after another.
Seeing that Zhang Xiaowen and He Yan had also left their seats, Jiang Xuan walked over and said coldly, "Wait."
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