Chapter 942
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At the time, Qin Guan thought it was a compliment from Mr. Tim. What a high compliment! He had never used that word on any other supermodel.
Qin Guan was the only one who didn't feel embarrassed when meeting Tim. He walked into the design room with him with a decent smile.
"You look good today, Qin Guan. It's better than nothing."
Translator: Lan _ Editor: Efydatia Professor Tim's compliment made Qin Guan's face fall.
Cunning Tim secretly made a V sign in his heart. The rest was left to the big camera of the TV station that was filming them.
In order to avoid being compared to Qin Guan, Tim resorted to psychological tactics.
While the door was slowly opening, the host in the room excitedly introduced to the participating designers in the room, "Here they are, the mysterious guest and the instructor of the fashion designers in the second round of the preliminary contest! They are Qin Guan and Tim! "
"Wow! Wow! Wow! "
They covered their mouths and screamed excitedly. They jumped so high that they almost reached the ceiling. Do you have to be so dramatic?
The close-up of the TV was focused on the two of them.
As a member of the fashion industry, there were only two possibilities if he didn't show any emotion when facing two people at the same time.
First, he was blind.
Secondly, he was an ancient person who lived in ancient times.
He was an idol and a god! He was a top model that all designers yearned for. The host, Krum, was nothing at all.
As Qin Guan and Tim walked into the room, they went crazy again when they heard their next words.
"Hello, everyone. I'm Qin Guan, the guest of the fourth season of Project Runway."
"I don't need to introduce myself. I'm sure everyone here knows me."
"Yes, Mr. Tim. It's said that the second round will be about me."
"Yes, the nine designers in the second round will use your fashion as the theme and create a fashion design that matches your identity. I know that Qin Guan has his own independent designer, but this is the requirement of the competition. But these are the requirements of the convention, and you should try clothes designed by someone other than Giorgio Armani.
"After all, I heard that you are still wearing the W-something made in China in the United States. C? "
"It's J!"
"Okay, that China -style design called J. Since you're so approachable, I'm sure this year's designers will be much better than that ridiculous J, right? '
Well said! We don't want to compete with the top-notch ones. Those are godlike mascots.
They had to be designers who would leave a deep impression on Qin Guan. As long as Qin Guan mentioned them at a fashion event, they would be rich.
Seeing that the people in the room were eager to make a move, Tim, who was standing at the side, reminded them out of the kindness of his heart.
"Don't get too excited. Don't forget our rules and funds. 200 USD is your maximum limit. As for you, you only have 30 minutes to conceptualize your designs!! '
We all know these rules, but that's not what we're excited about.
Finally, a bold bald designer named G said what was on the minds of the participants.
"Professor Tim, can I take Qin Guan's measurements now?"
That was their ultimate goal. They wanted to get closer to Qin Guan. If they could take his measurements, it would be something worth showing off.
"Stop dreaming!" Tim interrupted them. "The whole fashion circle knows that Qin Guan is a standard digital model. As long as you get his measurements, your hands won't tremble. The clothes will fit you.
"So kids, stop playing tricks. You only have 28 minutes and 33 seconds left in the design time!"
Qin Guan was smiling perfectly in front of the camera.
In front of the TV camera, she successfully displayed the demeanor of the world's most beautiful vase.
Her long and slender legs were so long that they seemed to have no end in sight as the TV camera deliberately panned down at a slower and slower pace.
He wore a simple, tight-fitting T-shirt with a big "J" on it. It was hard for others to miss it.
Professor Tim must have said the wrong thing about J Clothing on purpose.
The designers were trying to come up with new ideas as they peeked at Qin Guan, while the cameraman was focusing on Qin Guan's face.
It was really pleasing to the eye.
At 27, Qin Guan was no longer a young model. Time had given him a mature charm.
Besides, he had been on Wall Street for many years, so he looked like an elite of the Financial Street.
Aura was a magical thing.
This kind of indescribable halo was not something that everyone possessed.
Those who were lucky enough to have it would be the best weapon to steal the limelight when they stood next to someone who had the same looks but didn't have this special thing.
Although Qin Guan was standing side by side with Tim and Krum, everyone's eyes were glued to the Asian man.
"That's why I don't want to be on the same stage with this man. How can a man who compares everyone to cow dung be popular?"
No matter how unpopular he is, he is still better than you, Professor Tim.
What could they do in half an hour? They could have a meal or a cup of afternoon tea, and they could finish less than a page of their documents.
However, in this short period of time, all the designers had to come up with the first draft of their designs in such a short period of time.
In this way, they would have time to complete their procurement, material selection, tailoring, and refinement work in the remaining stages. Within a short day, a complete set of clothes would appear in their hands.
With such a huge workload, half an hour was a luxury for the designers.
Finally, the last contestant finished his first draft. He hurriedly ran out of the design school and went to the fabric market nearby.
They had already forgotten about Qin Guan and Tim. All they could see was their new work.
It had to be a formal dress!
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