"Dear students, the topic of today's preliminary test is: I love my hometown!"
"Behind you are the selected fabrics. Please go and choose after the topic is announced."
“The finished garments need to be worn on male and female models, which takes 7 hours!”
My hometown? This topic is broad but not difficult.
The competition time seemed very long, 7 hours to make a series of two garments.
This is also a big challenge for skilled designers.
After all, she can make twenty pieces a day, unlike those monotonous and unskilled clothes sold in clothing stores.
If you want to come out on top, you have to be unique and innovative.
The competition has been announced, and the participants seem to have already started thinking about the direction.
“The game begins!”
At the command, the contestants ran to the front fabric area, where the fabrics were fully equipped.
Lin Yazhi hurried over to get a batch of yellow and white fabrics, and quickly returned to her seat.
Only Jiang Manyue sat in her seat, without making any movement.
She glanced at the fabric area, then took out a pen and paper and started drawing.
Twenty minutes later, her design was ready.
By the time she was choosing the fabric she needed, no one was competing with her for it.
Teacher Qiu was sitting at the judges' table, and couldn't help but smile as he saw how calm she was.
Everyone else was scrambling for it, but she seemed to have already made up her mind and didn't need to fight for it at all.
The fabric Jiang Manyue chose was very simple. She just took two pieces of pure white and navy blue fabric.
It is very plain and nothing special, with colorful threads and needles.
As soon as she returned to her seat, she began to embroider.
"Da da da!" It was so quiet that only the sound of the sewing machine could be heard.
Because the competition lasts a whole day, lunch is brought by the teachers.
Since it’s about the championship, most people just eat a little and then start making again.
Jiang Manyue has been busy and has not had time to eat the food in the lunch box placed next to her.
"Oh!" At this time, wailing was heard from the meeting hall.
"My, my stomach!" The sound came from the next partition.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Lin Yazhi holding her stomach and wailing in pain.
Hearing the sound, the teacher immediately stepped forward and asked, "Student, what's wrong with you?"
"My stomach hurts!" Lin Yazhi's face turned pale: "I, I need to go to the toilet!"
She pointed at the food on the table and said, "There must be something wrong with this food."
All the boxed lunches were brought from the school cafeteria, and everyone ate them without anyone having any problems.
Only Lin Yazhi is feeling uncomfortable. What's going on?
Jiang Manyue looked at her coldly, wondering what this woman was doing again.
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