On the runway, Xie Manyu walked out first.
However, she wasn't wearing the Vermilion Bird that had been shown on Weibo, but the White Tiger that hadn't been exposed to the public yet.
It was a pure white gown with a little light blue fluff at the collar.
The left side of the gown reached her knees, and the right side of the gown trailed down like water.
She didn't have any heavy makeup on, nor did she have any deliberate expressions on her face.
Xie Manyu was just walking naturally. That kind of domineering aura that only belonged to a queen, with an oppressive posture, rushed towards him.
Gentle beauty and murderous aura coexisted.
Shocking to the soul.
Although Xie Manyu was a movie queen, she only acted in movies.
However, she had been in the entertainment industry for so many years and had played many roles. Walking on the runway was a piece of cake for her.
The fans watching the live broadcast in Hua City and the netizens who were interested in design suddenly exploded.
The Royal Academy of Arts of Continent O had licensed Watermelon Film and Television for this live broadcast.
Watermelon Film and Television was the largest film and television platform in Hua City. For this fashion design competition, they opened two live broadcast rooms to prevent too many people from blocking the broadcast.
Previously, many people were attracted to Luo Ziyue's Vermilion Bird gown, but now they were all attracted to Xie Manyu.
As soon as Xie Manyu appeared, the number of viewers in the two live broadcast rooms soared from less than five million to ten million each!
The bullet screen crazily popped out.
[Ahhhh, it's been three years! Today, I'll call you 'Your Majesty' first out of respect!]
[My sister's eyes are killing me! At that time, I was willing to kneel down because of Manyu's action of asking the officials to rise when Emperor Wu ascended the throne in the Wordless Monument.]
[Who is Manyu's designer? What kind of godly design is this? It's amazing. With this kind of ability, why would she need to scam a fake idol?]
[Haha, don't speak so early. Design depends on inspiration. Maybe the designer of First Light Media was inspired by Ziyue's gown. Otherwise, why would they use the four mythical beasts as materials?]
However, Zhong Zhiwan knew very well that others didn't.
She stared blankly at Xie Manyu as she walked from the back of the T stage to the front. Her ears were filled with exclamations and praises, which were more than a hundred times more enthusiastic than when Luo Ziyue had stepped onto the stage.
However, Zhong Zhiwan was not in the mood to appreciate this peerless gown.
She could only feel waves of dizziness surging into her head. Her ears were buzzing, and the high heels on her feet were almost broken.
Zhong Zhiwan had always thought that since she had picked up that scrap of paper in Old Mr. Zhong's study, it must have belonged to a designer under the Zhong Group.
That was why she could take it away so easily.
The Zhong Group's business was focused on jewelry, and their design was not bad either.
She even specially improved the design to ensure that the dress would look better after it was made.
But who could tell her why the design she picked up from the dumpster belonged to First Light Media?!
First Light Media had nothing to do with the Zhong family.
Whether it was in terms of income or popularity, the Zhong Group was far behind.
Zhong Zhiwan's face turned pale little by little, and cold sweat kept coming out.
No one was paying attention to her now. She just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible, but her legs were weak because of extreme fear.
She held onto the back of the chair in front of her, unable to move.
The panic in her heart grew stronger. Zhong Zhiwan accidentally slipped and fell on the chair.
As she fell, she saw the camera that was constantly moving up and down. Her brain exploded with a "buzz".
This was a live broadcast!
A live broadcast to the world, to the international design community!
Anyone who had achieved something in the design field was basically watching this fashion design competition.
Even if they didn't watch it, they would know Zhong Zhiwan's name after this.
It wasn't because of her outstanding design, but because of her plagiarism!
Even when Old Mr. Zhong caught her badmouthing Ying Zijin behind her back, Zhong Zhiwan had never been so anxious.
She had picked up First Light Media's design and claimed it as her own. First Light Media wouldn't protect her like the Zhong Group did.
What should she do?
Zhong Zhiwan's fingers tightened on her skirt. Tears were about to fall from her eyes. She was so anxious that her heart was about to jump out of her throat.
However, no one was paying attention to her. After Xie Manyu left the stage, Shang Yaozhi appeared.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room rose again. It was close to 20 million, and there were two live broadcast rooms.
The appeal of the top 1 in the world was not for show.
Moreover, Shang Yaozhi was different from the other young stars of his generation. Not only was he recognized as the best in the entertainment industry, but he was also extremely talented.
[I thought the dress on Weibo was beautiful enough, but this one is even better! I'm going to die. Who can help me?]
[Okay, okay. Don't call him Zaizai today. Call him Hubby. Do you hear me?]
[Zaizai, it's not easy. You're the most handsome today. Mommy is so happy.]
Shang Yaozhi's manager sat in the audience and read the comments from the fans.
This was the first time that Shang Yaozhi had participated in a fashion show. It was also an international competition, so it was very important.
The manager was afraid that the fans would be disappointed, but the result was much better than what he had expected. There were only so many words of "baby".
He had a toothache.
After silently looking at Zaizai, the manager finally realized something.
It was no wonder that Shang Yaozhi's fans, who were usually very calm, were so strong that they could tear the earth apart at critical moments.
How could a mother not roll up her sleeves and fight when her son was being bullied?
**
After the first round of the show, the host returned to the stage.
"Everyone, don't be anxious. There are a total of four outfits in the Four Spirits series. Now, there are only two outfits. Please wait for a few seconds and let the two models show the next two outfits."
The cheers in the audience became louder.
The judges, including Marsha, sat up straight. Their eyes were shining.
They had only seen the designs and had not seen the actual outfits.
However, the first two outfits made them realize that First Light Media had put a lot of effort into the sewing and selection of materials.
The lights converged again, and the background music was changed to another song.
This time, Xie Manyu and Shang Yaozhi appeared at the same time. They wore the Vermillion Bird and Black Tortoise outfits, respectively.
Originally, Ke Hui-chu was still very calm when she saw the White Tiger and Green Dragon outfits.
However, when she saw the last two outfits, her expression changed.
The young man beside Ke Hui-chu immediately sobered up.
No matter how much of a playboy he was, he could not be unaware of the seriousness of the situation. He exclaimed, "Auntie?"
Ke Hui-chu's face turned from green to red and then from red to white. Her chest rose and fell violently, and her vision turned black.
She did not expect her words to come true.
The design that Mrs. Mu brought over was actually plagiarized!
Moreover, it was plagiarized from First Light Media.
Chinese embroidery had made custom-made outfits for many celebrities. Of course, Ke Hui-chu knew about First Light Media's background.
First Light Media could protect their artists from the unspoken rules. How could they not be powerful?
The Ke family was not a big family in the Imperial Capital. Compared to First Light Media, they were nothing.
Ke Hui-chu knew that Chinese embroidery had plagiarized First Light Media. They had dug themselves a dead end.
Not to mention the international design industry. Whether they could continue in the industry was a problem.
What should she do now?
Ke Hui-chu could only pray that no one else saw through it.
That way, there might still be a chance to salvage the situation.
However, even an outsider would be able to tell that the four outfits were a set.
Moreover, the host was explaining at the side.
"Dear viewers, you should have noticed that First Light Media's outfits are very similar to Chinese embroidery. However, as mentioned earlier, First Light Media was the first to send the design to Hua."
With that, he sentenced Chinese embroidery to death.
At the same time, the live broadcast started to ridicule the viewers.
[That Luo something's fans. I don't even bother to remember the name of your creator. Hurry up and jump. Who is plagiarizing who now?]
[What is my sister's status in the entertainment industry? Why would she care about a useless idol like you? You should look at who you're talking about. You can't compare to some people.]
[First Light Media must have known about it a long time ago. No wonder they replied like that.]
[Didn't I say that any of you found out who the designer is? I want fans!!!]
**
In the Qing Zhi Great Hall, the students who were cheering for Zhong Zhiwan suddenly fell silent.
Even the girls who shared a table with Zhong Zhiwan were so embarrassed that they couldn't speak. Their faces were burning.
They were so excited before, but now they were so embarrassed and angry.
They were embarrassed because they praised Zhong Zhiwan. They were angry because Zhong Zhiwan had obviously plagiarized, but he still said that he designed it himself. He had wasted their trust in him.
However, at this moment, there was a round of applause.
It was the students of Class 19.
The underlings clapped so hard that their palms were red.
"Zhong Zhiwan is awesome." Xiu Yu led the applause. "He dares to plagiarize First Light Media and dares to say that he designed it himself. I admire him."
She clicked her tongue. "I knew it. With his standard, how could he possibly design it?"
Jiang Ran's head moved. He sneered. "Embarrassing."
"Fortunately, First Light Media was the first to send the design over. Otherwise, he might not be able to clear his name." Xiu Yu shook her head. "But speaking of which, who is First Light Media's designer this time?"
Next to her, Ying Zijin opened a can and took a sip of coke.
Her almond-shaped eyes were misty and sparkling.
Cold and lustful.
Her tone was very casual.
"Yes, it's me."
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