She really didn't leave any face at all by exposing everyone's hypocrisy in this way.
Those who had just called on Lin Yazhi to be the class monitor were now silent.
"Student Jiang! What did you say?" Lin Yazhi's eyes turned red instantly.
"Even if you want to be the class monitor, you can't slander me like this!"
"Why am I slandering you? I am slandering you for flaunting your identity at all times."
"You always wear your identity as the commander's daughter on your face. You can't live without Commander Lin."
"I can't believe you're this old, already in college and still haven't been weaned?"
“…”
"You, you...!" Lin Yazhi was speechless and burst into tears due to her anger.
Teacher Qiu looked at Jiang Manyue with admiration: "You are right!"
"Being a squad leader is not just about identity and background, but more importantly, character and ability."
"In that case, let's start a costume making competition today!"
"Whoever gets first place will be qualified for the position of class monitor."
"What?" The students looked at each other in bewilderment. They didn't expect that they would have a competition on the first day of school?
"Teacher, I don't know how to design and make clothes."
"Yes, Mr. Qiu, how can I make clothes if I don't know how to sew?"
"I heard that people only start participating in the competition after the second grade. Are we competing in the first grade?"
Teacher Qiu looked at the complaining student with cold eyes and a serious expression.
"For me, family background is not the most important thing. The only criterion for judging is ability."
"Since I'm going to school to study fashion design, it's a good opportunity to get to know everyone's level in advance."
"Of course if such a courageous person can choose not to come, I don't need trash in my class."
Now everyone shut up. Lin Yazhi originally wanted to act pitiful and pathetic.
I didn't expect that the homeroom teacher would organize a competition. I was about to become the class monitor, but it was all Jiang Manyue's fault for interfering.
But it doesn’t matter, she is not afraid even if it is a competition.
Thinking of this, I became unconsciously full of confidence and even raised my head proudly immediately.
Jiang Manyue did not expect that Teacher Qiu would require a competition. He seemed to be a strict teacher who did not flatter.
While other classes were still in session, they were taken to the teaching room.
The teaching room is prepared by the school for students majoring in fashion design, and it is filled with neatly arranged sewing machines.
At a glance, there are at least fifty of them, not only that, but there are also various accessories and model models.
As expected, it is one of the top three universities in the country, and its hardware facilities are the best.
The administrator smiled when he saw her, "Hey, Teacher Qiu, you brought students here right after the start of the semester?"
As he spoke, he handed the key to her skillfully: "Hurry up, the third class in the morning is for the second grade."
"Well, don't worry, two classes are enough!" Qiu Minshu nodded with a smile.
The students all walked into the teaching room, and Jiang Manyue realized that the teacher's purpose was to test the students' abilities.
There was no pressure at all for her, after all, she had more experience than others.
It can be said that for these novices, it is like a full-level boss entering the novice village.
At this time, Teacher Qiu dragged over a large cardboard box and placed the things in front of them.
“See the fabrics here?” She began to issue test questions: “Choose the fabric you like from here.”
“Then make a piece of clothing on the spot, and play with it as you please without any restrictions on style or rules.”
“It takes two classes. After you finish it, you can wear it on yourself to show it off.”
"Ah?" Some people have already started to shout in frustration: "We still need to make clothes? Isn't this too difficult?"
Liu Chunxi had never even held a needle and thread since she was a child, so this was simply a death sentence for her.
Choosing fashion design as a major after graduating from high school does not mean that everyone can do it.
"It's okay, don't worry!" Lin Yazhi smiled and comforted her: "Just follow me in a while."
"Although I don't know much about design, you know I often make clothes for my dolls."
"I don't think it's that difficult. I just worked a little harder than the average person."
"Oh, Zhizhi, thanks to you, I don't know what to do otherwise!"
Liu Chunxi was full of gratitude: "Don't worry, you will definitely win the first place and become the class monitor this time."
"Yeah!" Lin Yazhi nodded with a smile, looking at Jiang Manyue with a provocative look.
"Sister, I heard that you opened a clothing store before. I guess you should be good at making clothes, right?"
"I guess selling clothes here is pretty much the same as making clothes. You should be able to get first place today, right?"
When the students around heard this, they couldn't help but laugh and complain.
"Ah, some people just like to show off. If it weren't for her, we wouldn't have been called to the competition."
"A person who sells clothes can become a fashion designer. He really overestimates his own abilities."
"When the competition comes out soon, the self-righteous faces of some people will be exposed!"
"Haha, that's right. I want to see how powerful she is and how she dares to make fun of the commander's daughter."
Lin Yazhi listened to the discussions and laughed secretly, as if she was so confident that she had already secured the first place.
Jiang Manyue listened to them speaking so confidently and smiled sinisterly.
Some people are just too confident, and you will soon find out who is overestimating themselves and will attack them.
Teacher Qiu looked at it for a while and said, "Okay, the game starts now!"
As the voice fell, everyone came into the paper box and started to choose fabrics.
At first glance, these fabrics appear to be mostly old-fashioned blue, white and grey.
The style is old and irregular, probably the leftover scraps from senior year selection.
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