And this annoying Guan Zhiman, isn’t she just the housekeeper’s daughter? Sooner or later, she will make her kneel down and beg her.
The two people who were openly listening to the gossip nearby were shocked by Fang Niya's shamelessness.
If she didn't want to steal anything, then who was the person who had been scheming before? Was it a ghost?
Fang Shuai couldn't stand it any longer and said sarcastically, "Oh, you're so good that you didn't want to take away what belongs to me."
"Who said that? And that old man scolded and beat me, just to make me give up this competition."
"I've seen people like you many times, but I never thought you'd happen in my house. Disgusting."
"Sister, let's go. Don't stay with this kind of person. The air is polluted."
Holding Xunmi's uninjured hand, he walked into the passage next to him and into the room at the back.
Guan Zhiman was so happy to see Fang Shuai that she didn't have time to pay attention to the people who were still acting, so she followed him.
Those who watched the good show all had a look of horror on their faces, lowered their heads silently, and pretended they didn't exist.
What is going on? They actually encountered such explosive news today. I really don’t know if they can sell it for money.
Some people are already thinking about promoting it, but Xunmi and Fang Niya don't know that they will bring a whole new hot climax to this competition.
After a while, everyone who should be in place was in place, and those in front were also ready, just waiting for the contestants to go up.
This competition is divided into two parts: quick draft, which have been explained in the last competition.
So this time when you go on stage, just draw the design draft that you have already thought of or drawn.
The second part is to use specific materials on site to make the most eye-catching clothes.
Designers don’t always have enough materials, nor do they always have the items they need, so they still need to be able to react on the spot.
In fact, this competition not only gives you the opportunity to grow, but also shapes your future.
Xunmi dreamed about the past last night, and when she woke up in the morning, her mind was clear.
Since there is no clear definition of the theme, why doesn't she just go for it?
Love, sweetness, this is the mainstream. Although it is a cliché, it is still very practical, isn't it?
Multi-colored lights lit up brilliantly in VIKY's own small gymnasium, with a large stage in the middle, on which were placed eight tables.
The table was filled with the same items, with a simple white paper spread out beside it.
At first glance, it feels like going back to the exam days of my student days, leaving me with endless thoughts.
The position I was looking for was opposite Fang Niya's, two meters apart, face to face, so there was no need to worry about being copied or anything.
There is a camera at each person's position, and starting from the top ten, it will be live broadcast.
The audience in front of the computer and the TV were nervously waiting for the eight designers to appear.
Xunmi changed her clothes and went out. Her right hand was still wrapped in gauze, and red was faintly visible.
In order to make it more realistic, Xunmi asked Baobao to buy her a simulation simulator. The points were not cheap and could only be used once.
She used it to imitate the wound. As long as she removed the gauze, her wound would look the same as it did at the beginning.
It will bleed and it will get worse, but it won't hurt.
The hospital did not find any problems, and this was a decision made after careful consideration.
This time she wanted to go big and create an image of a determined person who refused to give up her dream even though her hands were completely disabled.
Despite all the harsh conditions, the plum blossoms still bloom tenaciously.
So when Xunmi appeared on stage, the audience at the scene sighed, not to mention those who were watching the live broadcast.
What happened yesterday was not reported because the Fang family is the boss in this area and they dare not touch it directly.
Naturally, people outside don’t know about it, except for some staff here.
Xunmi didn't say much and walked straight to her seat, holding the pencil next to her with his bandaged hand.
My fingers are a little difficult to bend, and if I stretch them a little too hard, it feels a little uncomfortable.
Although she could not feel the pain, the flexibility of her hands was still very clear. It seemed that the simulator could imitate the feelings experienced by the person and pass them on to her.
There was only half an hour, and as soon as we got on stage, everyone started painting.
After Xunmi adjusted his fingers, he started to draw.
He Xu, who was sitting backstage and watching through the screen, had only heartache in his eyes. Her hand must be very painful and bleeding again.
But she didn't even frown, and her pencil moved quickly across the paper, outlining simple lines and finally piecing them together into different patterns.
Xunmi painted very seriously. This time she painted a wedding dress, but it was not the common white wedding dress.
It is not a traditional classical wedding dress, but a combination of ancient and modern.
She still remembered that in the first ancient plane, the wedding dress her husband gave her was as red as fire, and in the gambling stone plane, the wedding dress her husband gave her was still as red as fire.
Red is a color of temptation and also an auspicious color.
Just like the gauze that had been completely stained red at this moment, the bright red liquid was spilled on the manuscript paper.
But she had no time to care. The pen in her hand moved faster, making it look like it was flying.
Fang Shuai clenched his fists in the audience. He was naturally sitting in the front row, so the situation he was looking for was obvious at a glance.
His face looked impatient, as if he was about to rush up and bring the person down at the next moment.
Guan Zhiman hugged Fang Shuai's arm tightly to prevent him from rushing forward and disrupting the game.
Xunmi must take this competition very seriously, otherwise he wouldn't have come to participate despite the risk of having his entire hand crippled.
She herself admired Fang Xunmi very much. She did not have the temperament of other rich ladies and once regarded her as her role model and goal.
In addition, when she accidentally learned about this, she admired her even more and immediately became her idol.
Faced with this kind of setback, how many people can really come out of it and not be defeated?
Being able to stand on this stage requires courage, so she admires Fang Xunmi.
Anyone who was following the match would first notice the hand wrapped in gauze, now completely red.
Her face also turned pale, her lips were tightly pursed, and her amber eyes were focused on the movements in her hands.
Finally, two minutes before the time was up, she stopped. As her hand relaxed, the pen fell onto the table and rolled onto the glass stage with a slight thud.
But it was so heavy that everyone could hear it, as if it struck them in the heart.
Xunmi's hands were completely numb. He gave a helpless smile, held his right wrist with his left hand, and squeezed it gently.
"I submitted my manuscript in advance." He stood up, stepped out of his seat, walked to the middle, bowed and said to the three judges in front.
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