And this annoying Guan Zhiman, isn't she the daughter of the Guan family? Sooner or later, I'll make her beg me on her knees.
The two people who were listening to the gossip were shocked by Fang Niya's shamelessness.
If she didn't want to steal anything, then who was the one who schemed against her? Was it a ghost?
Fang Shuai couldn't take it anymore. He said sarcastically, "Heh, you didn't want to steal something that belongs to your sister."
"Then who was the one who made an old man scold and hit my sister just to make her give up the competition?"
"I've seen a lot of people like you, but I didn't expect you to be in my house. Disgusting."
"Sister, let's go. Don't stay with this kind of person. The air is polluted. "
Pulling on XunMi's uninjured hand, he lifted his foot and walked into the side corridor, entering the back room.
Guan Zhiman was happy to see Fang Shuai. She didn't have time to care about the people who were still acting and followed them.
The people who were watching the show were shocked. They lowered their heads and pretended that they didn't exist.
What the hell was going on? They actually encountered such explosive news today. Really … they didn't know if they could sell it for money.
Some people were already thinking of advertising it. Xunmi and Fang Niya didn't know that they would set off a new hot climax for the competition.
Soon, everyone was in place. The front was ready and waiting for the contestants to go up.
The competition was divided into two parts. The first part was a quick draft, which had been explained in the previous competition.
So this time, all you had to do was to draw a design that you had already thought of or drawn before.
The second part was to use specific materials to make the most eye-catching clothes.
Designers didn't always have enough materials, and they didn't always have what they needed. They still needed to be able to react on the spot.
In fact, this competition gave the contestants a chance to grow and at the same time build their future.
Last night, Xunmi dreamed of the past. When she woke up in the morning, her mind was clear.
Since the theme wasn't specified, why didn't she just boldly show it off?
Love and sweetness were mainstream. Although it was a cliché, it was still very practical, wasn't it?
Colorful lights lit up VIKY's small stadium. There were eight tables placed on the big stage in the middle of the stadium.
The same thing was placed on the table, and there was a simple piece of white paper beside it.
At first glance, it was as if he had returned to the time when he was still a student, leaving him with an endless amount of contemplation.
Xunmi's position was right across from Fang Niya's. They were two meters apart, so there was no need to worry about being copied.
There was a camera above everyone's seat. Starting from the top ten, it was a live broadcast.
The audience in front of their computers and televisions were nervously waiting for the eight designers to appear.
Xunmi changed her clothes and walked out. Her right hand was still wrapped in gauze and a faint red color could be seen.
In order to make it more realistic, Xunmi asked BaoBao to search for a simulation simulator for her. The points were not cheap, and it could only be used once.
She used it to mimic her wound. As long as she removed the gauze, her wound would look the same as it did at the beginning.
It would bleed and worsen, but it would not hurt.
The hospital would not find any problems with it. This was also a decision that Xunmi made after careful consideration.
She wanted to go big this time. She had to create a persistent image that would not give up on her dream even if her hand was completely crippled.
She was like a plum blossom that stubbornly bloomed under the pressure of all the harsh conditions.
Therefore, when Xunmi appeared, the audience in the stadium sighed, let alone those watching the live broadcast.
Yesterday's incident was not reported because the Fang family was the boss here. No one dared to touch it directly.
Of course, the people outside did not know about it, except for some of the staff here.
Xunmi did not say much. She walked straight to her seat and held the pencil beside her with her bandaged hand.
She could not bend her fingers, and when she straightened them slightly, she felt a little uncomfortable.
Although she could not feel any pain, she could still feel the flexibility of her hand. It seemed that the simulator could imitate the feelings of the person involved and transmit it to her.
There was only half an hour. Once on the stage, everyone buried their heads in their drawings.
Xunmi adapted to her fingers and began to draw as well.
He Xu, who was sitting backstage and watching from the video, only had heartache in his eyes. Her hand must be very painful and bleeding again.
However, she did not even frown. The pencil moved quickly on the paper, outlining simple lines and finally piecing them together into different patterns.
Xunmi drew very seriously. She drew a wedding dress this time, but it was not a common white wedding dress.
It was also 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 that her husband gave her was as red as fire. In the stone gambling plane, the wedding dress that her husband gave her was still as red as fire.
Red was a seductive color, but it was also an auspicious color.
Just like her gauze that had been completely dyed red at this moment. Bright red liquid was spilled on the manuscript paper.
But she had no time to care. The pen in her hand sped up, making it look like it was flying.
Fang Shuai, who was below the stage, clenched his fists. He naturally sat in the front row. Xunmi's situation was clear at a glance.
His expression was anxious, as if he would rush up and drag her down in the next moment.
Guan Zhiman hugged Fang Shuai's arm tightly to prevent him from rushing up and ruining the competition.
Xunmi must have attached great importance to this competition. Otherwise, she would not have risked her entire hand to participate.
Guan Zhiman admired Xunmi very much. She did not have the temperament of other rich young ladies. She had once regarded her as her role model and goal.
In addition, she had inadvertently learned of this matter. She admired her even more and directly promoted her to her idol.
In the face of this kind of setback, how many people could really walk out of it without being beaten?
To be able to stand on this stage was a kind of courage. Therefore, she, Guan Zhiman, was convinced of Xunmi's ability.
No matter who was paying attention to this competition, the first thing they noticed was Xunmi, whose hand was wrapped in gauze and was now completely red.
Her face was also pale. She pursed her lips tightly, her amber eyes focused on the movements in her hand.
Finally, two minutes before the time was up, she stopped. Her hand relaxed, and the pen fell onto the table. Then, it rolled onto the glazed stage, making a soft thud.
But it was so heavy that everyone heard it. It was as if it was knocking on their hearts.
Xunmi's hand was completely numb. She helplessly smiled bitterly. Her left hand held her right wrist, and she gently squeezed it.
"I'm handing in my manuscript in advance." She stood up, walked to the center, and bowed to the three judges in front of her.
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