When the four of them finished their meal and returned to the competition venue, they saw that the clothes designed by the designer were all being worn on wooden mannequins.
The old men proctoring the exam were arguing heatedly, their faces flushed, and they were even pushing and shoving each other. Yao Tongjia found it amusing: "It's like a vegetable market up there!"
Xiao Gengwu pulled up a chair from the back: "Sit down. I don't think we'll get a result so quickly. It involves interests, so we can't just rush to a conclusion!"
Yao Tongjia had been busy all morning, but now that she had eaten and drunk her fill, she sat down in a chair and sighed with relief. Luckily, she was wearing flat shoes today.
Thinking of this, Yao Tongjia asked Yao Yanxin with concern, "Mom, does your foot hurt?"
Yao Yanxin had been in a state of tension and hadn't felt any pain until Yao Tongjia reminded her. Now, her feet were aching and even numb.
Xiao Gengwu quickly gestured to Yao Tongjia: "Go and massage Mom's feet. They definitely didn't hurt before, but now that you've reminded her, they feel really sore!"
Yao Tongjia knelt down to massage her mother's calves: "It's okay, with me as a massage master, I guarantee your feet will be better soon!"
Yao Yanxin glanced around shyly: "Wouldn't this be inappropriate for us?"
Yao Tongjia increased the intensity, and Yao Yanxin quickly covered her mouth, afraid that she might accidentally make a sound, which would be really indecent!
Yao Tongjia was indeed a practitioner of Traditional Chinese Medicine; the massage points were all acupoints, and soon Yao Yanxin's numbness and soreness disappeared.
"It seems having a traditional Chinese medicine doctor at home is really a blessing. My foot is fine now!" Before Yao Yanxin could even help Yao Tongjia up, a woman nearby started chattering away at Yao Yanxin.
Yao Yanxin asked her daughter, "What is she going to do?"
"Ignore her, she's crazy!" The woman next door thought that Yao Yanxin had actually asked Yao Tongjia to give her a massage, and even said that price was not an issue.
Does Yao Tongjia lack money? She doesn't lack money at all; she has 20 million US dollars. This person may not necessarily be richer than her, but some people just don't know their own limitations.
The woman next door walked over with her arms crossed, stretching out her legs: "Give me a massage!"
Yao Tongjia stood up and stepped back to give Qin Sang her seat. She didn't want to waste her breath talking to a lunatic. But then the woman's assistant grabbed Yao Tongjia.
Upon seeing this, Qin Sang naturally flung the person away with a loud "bang," stunning everyone who was arguing above them.
I thought a robber had broken in!
When the person in charge saw that it was Yao Yanxin causing trouble again, he walked over impatiently and asked, "What, is it you causing trouble again?"
Yao Tongjia: "Again? Are we causing trouble? We're sitting here peacefully, and this woman rushes over and demands I give her a massage. Why should I?"
The person in charge looked at the person next to him with the exact same hair color, and his eyes softened: "What kind of help do you need?" His tone was so gentle it was almost heart-melting.
Yao Tongjia understood. This was a racist. He spoke very gently to people like himself, but his tone became stiff when he saw them.
Yao Tongjia took out a voice recorder, secretly pressed the button, and put it in her pocket: "She's bullying people, but you're asking her if she needs help? Did you ask the wrong person?"
“You yellow-skinned monkeys are so rude and uncouth…” The person in charge was about to continue when Smith, who came down from the building, interrupted him: “What did you say?”
The person in charge then realized, "Sorry, I misspoke!"
Smith came over and asked kindly, "What's wrong?"
Yao Tongjia turned off the recorder: "She wanted me to do her things, and when I didn't want to, she tried to pull me away!"
Smith looked at the blonde woman, who quickly took a few steps back: "Sorry, I was just joking with her!"
Smith coldly remarked, "Some jokes are okay, some aren't. Don't waste your future on jokes!"
These words made the blonde, blue-eyed woman turn to Yao Tongjia and apologize: "I'm sorry, it was my fault!"
After seeing the troublemakers apologize, Smith looked at Yao Tongjia and asked, "Can you forgive her?"
Yao Tongjia really wanted to say no, but it was just a few words, and Qin Sang even threw someone's assistant to the ground, so there was no need to make a big deal out of it.
She nodded: "It's alright!"
Smith smiled gently at Yao Yanxin: "Your work is very good!"
Upon hearing Xiao Gengwu's translation, Yao Yanxin couldn't stop smiling; her smile almost dazzled everyone present, both men and women.
Smith exclaimed, "You're so beautiful!"
Xiao Gengwu did not translate this sentence, but instead said directly to Smith: "I'm sorry, I cannot translate this sentence. In our country, this sentence can only be said by close friends and family."
Smith was surprised for a moment, but then, remembering it was an ancient country, he said, "Sorry, I was just remarking!"
The rankings of the works have not yet been announced, but the works have already been sent back to each designer, and some designers are required to have models put them on and wait for their turn.
Yao Tongjia saw several designers packing up their things and letting their assistants and models go out first, while they themselves sat down without letting the models go up to prepare.
It's estimated that these people didn't win any prizes. They're being given the opportunity to observe the winning entries, while the others can leave now.
Yao Yanxin also saw the situation in the room clearly. Her heart jumped into her throat. Yao Tongjia touched her mother's hand and found that her hand was as cold as ice.
She could only put her arm around her mother's shoulder and say, "Let's wait and see, we'll be here soon!"
Yao Tongjia believed that Yao Yanxin would win the award, as Smith was paying close attention to this area and was likely very satisfied with Yao Yanxin's work.
She just couldn't say it, for fear that the greater her mother's hopes, the greater her disappointment would be.
The artwork was quickly sent here. Yao Tongjia took the artwork and heard the person say, "Please have the model go up and get ready!"
Yao Tongjia hugged her mother happily: "Mom, they called us upstairs to prepare, you won an award!" In this kind of occasion, even a third prize is pretty good, after all, racial discrimination should not be underestimated!
Yao Yanxin was overjoyed. It was her first time participating in a competition, and she was happy to win an award. She didn't expect any big prizes.
The backstage area was mostly filled with women, and there were models with their clothes disheveled, moving around. Yao Tongjia asked Xiao Gengwu to guard the position while the three of them went backstage.
With her mother's help, Yao Tongjia put on a cheongsam. The cheongsam was made by Yao Yanxin according to Yao Tongjia's figure, and she looked absolutely perfect in it.
Yao Tongjia is currently at the most beautiful stage of her life. She also trains regularly, so her arms are muscular with beautiful lines, and her leg muscles are also very well-proportioned.
As Yao Yanxin was admiring the dress, she suddenly noticed that the back of the cheongsam had a tear in the seam!
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