"You went to the bathroom, right? Who knows what you did when you went out?"
"Why do I feel that the fabric you took at that time is different from the material of the clothes you designed."
Lin Yazhi's face was pale and her palms were covered with cold sweat due to nervousness.
Jiang Manyue also looked at it carefully: "It is indeed different!"
"I remember you went to get a piece of bright yellow fabric, and the color of her dress was canary yellow."
“Although they are similar, if you look closely you will find that they are actually different.”
"The texture of the fabric is also different. The one on her body is obviously more delicate and smooth!"
People who study fashion design naturally understand colors, and art skills are also one of the basic courses.
Experienced people can spot even the slightest difference if they look carefully.
Qin Zhenbei took a glance at the fabrics that the other party was holding together and immediately noticed the problem.
"If the fabric she's wearing isn't the fabric chosen for the competition? Then where did the dress come from?"
After some questioning, everyone's eyes fell on her.
"I, I..." Lin Yazhi blushed nervously: "What are you talking about? I took this piece of cloth."
"You haven't seen clearly at all. You are obviously jealous of me."
At that time, everyone was busy with their own designs and could not remember it clearly.
And when you put fabrics together, there are so many colors that you can't even count them.
Thinking of this, Lin Yazhi also became confident: "How can you just say nonsense when there is no evidence?"
Teacher Qiu looked at her coldly: "The fabrics participating in this competition have all been registered."
"From the color to the texture, even the amount is recorded."
"If I want to know if the fabric you're wearing is for the competition, just ask the administrator to come and check."
As she said this, she glanced at the teacher next to her, and soon the warehouse manager came.
The administrator held the register in his hand and began to record and register one by one.
Jiang Manyue looked at Lin Yazhi looking at the notebook, her guilty expression evident on her face.
My breathing became tense and my palms couldn't stop sweating!
This further proves her guess that there is indeed something wrong with the clothes she designed.
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