Xu Yan and several students in the audience in front of the stage were chatting with Zhou Runhua and others before the show started.
Zhou Runhua remembered Xu Yan's public examination and asked him if the results were out.
Xu Yan shook his head: "It's only been less than a month since I took the exam. I guess I'll have to wait until the end of the New Year for any news."
"Then what are you doing now?" Xu Jing asked him, Xu Yan smiled and said, "My family came to the capital to work, and my brother came to the capital to do business. I have nothing to do to help."
Zeng Ying glanced at the stage boredly: "Why hasn't it started yet? I can't wait to see Li Rong."
Yuan Huiwen was the oldest, but he couldn't keep calm: "Yeah, I've been waiting for a long time."
Yuan Huiwen is not the class teacher, but he has taught them several classes and is familiar with them.
"It's about to begin," Xu Jing nudged Zeng Ying with her elbow.
Zeng Ying subconsciously sat up straight and stretched her neck to look at the stage. Sure enough, the host was already speaking on it.
The host was from the Student Union of the School of Design, but Zeng Ying and the others were from different departments and were not from the Student Union before, so they didn’t know each other.
But no matter what, just start quickly.
They came to see Li Rong, not the host.
The host finished his opening remarks.
Shen Ruoning helped Li Rong out and went to Teacher Yuan and the others.
Xu Jing saw them first and was very surprised: "Li Rong? Hey, why are you here?" Shouldn't you be on the stage...
Before he finished asking, he saw Li Rong walking lamely and asked, "What's wrong with your foot?"
Li Rong smiled bitterly: "I fell backstage and sprained my ankle."
Zeng Ying was stunned: "Ah? What should we do? Are you not going to play today?"
They all came to see Li Rong. It would be a pity if Li Rong didn't come.
"It's fine, why did you twist your foot?" Yuan Huiwen was puzzled. Under his influence, Li Rong was a steady person, and she didn't make many mistakes on weekdays. Falling off at this critical moment should not be a problem for Li Rong.
Speaking of which, Shen Ruoning was also angry, "I don't know who threw the beads into the changing room, and Li Rong dropped them when she entered. It must be that study committee member. As a study committee member, it's really disgusting to do such a thing."
"Okay, let's talk about it later," Li Rong clapped her hand, "It's about to start, let's watch the game."
Zhou Runhua heard that Li Rong fell, but as a teacher, he knew that even if Li Rong was not included, it did not mean that her work would not be displayed. He asked the key: "If you don't play, what will happen to your work? It won't be displayed?"
"The one I want to show off is me on the 15th. Fortunately, I found a school girl to help."
Zhou Runhua nodded assuredly. As Li Rong's class teacher at school, his sense of honor in his heart reached its peak when Li Rong participated in the cross-school competition, and he felt even more proud.
If Li Rong can get any ranking, he can brag with others for the rest of his life. From now on, in front of the teachers at the design academy, he can fly while walking.
He sat up straight and moved his eyes to the show stage, waiting to see.
In 1982, there was no such professional stage audio in China.
However, as one of the most well-known universities in China, Tsinghua University introduced foreign speakers in early 1982.
When foreign audio systems first entered the country, they were mainly used in dance halls and theaters. Nowadays, Qingda University also has them.
However, it is said that it was purchased by the Design Institute itself and is not publicly owned by the school.
The music started, and after the soft prelude, students, oh, no, they were models, they came out.
There is no modern lighting technology in the auditorium, but there are fixed light spots.
There is a bright and large incandescent lamp closest to the auditorium.
Each contestant walked under the incandescent lamp in front one after another and stayed for more than ten seconds to demonstrate. When the next person came up, they turned back to the back of the stage and stood waiting for the next process.
There were no people taking pictures at the scene, and the Internet was not that popular yet, but there were a few newspaper offices squatting in front, pointing their trumpet-shaped cameras at the stage.
Tsinghua University's first service design competition is indeed qualified to be published in newspapers.
"It's so beautiful. As expected of an art designer." Li Rong heard someone exclaim.
"Hey, that's No. 15, right? Come on, is that suit yours?" Zeng Ying stared at the number plate. As soon as No. 14 walked away, she said immediately.
"Well, yes."
Cao Liangyu wore the "Mrs. Peony" designed by Li Rong. She walked steadily, looked professional, and looked professional.
Walking under the big incandescent lamp, she followed the display method taught by Li Rong, pinched her waist to reveal the slim skirt underneath, then stretched out her right hand to show the peony on her big sleeve, and at the same time slowly turned around and left, with a piece of peony flower falling on her back.
In the eyes of the audience.
Li Rong clearly heard gasps, surprise, or sighs from around her:
"Oh my god! This outfit is so beautiful! I feel like I'm seeing a princess! Only princesses can dress like this, right?"
The girl next to her didn't sound excited, but what she said was: "We, the common people, finally see the princess's true face."
Someone else said: "Hey, it looks good, but isn't that Cao Liangyu from your class? She doesn't seem to have passed the manuscript, so why is she on it?"
"I don't know either. It doesn't matter what she is doing. As long as her clothes look good, I'll ask her when it's over."
"So many flowers! Isn't this a flower fairy from heaven descending to earth?"
"Do you only see flowers? The design of the inner skirt and the outline of the coat, can't you see the sense of design?" A voice that hates iron but cannot make steel.
Li Rong glanced sideways at the girl, and finally met someone who didn't just close her eyes and say "good-looking".
This person is quite appreciative. Li Rong looked away before the girl noticed, listening to the other person continue to analyze Li Rong's design to his companions...
Xu Yan didn't know much about design, but he was really surprised when he looked at that suit of clothes. He originally just came to support Li Rong, but he didn't expect that Li Rong could make such clothes!
Why didn't you know this before?
"So dignified and grand," Xu Yan gave Li Rong a thumbs up, "But if you wear it, it will probably be more dazzling and your appearance will be even more outstanding."
Li Rong shrugged and pointed to her feet: "No way."
Zeng Ying and Xu Jing didn't talk much. They stared at "Mrs. Shaoyao" and praised Li Rong: "It's so beautiful. Our Institute of Economics and Management really has all kinds of talents!"
Yuan Huiwen looked at the stage with a smile and nodded with satisfaction: "Xiaorong is a talent."
Yuan Huiwen expected that the works designed by Li Rong would be recognized by everyone. He was among the people here, besides Shen Ruoning, the first person to know that Li Rong had a "Furong Studio" in the courtyard.
When others didn't understand why Li Rong "abandoned" foreign trade work and chose to make clothing, Yuan Huiwen only thought that Li Rong had ideas, was willing to work, and was a positive young man.
Later, when Li Rong graduated and registered a company, Yuan Huiwen proposed to become a shareholder, but Li Rong declined.
Li Rong also mentioned it to Yuan Huiwen before participating in the competition this time.
Yuan Huiwen thought about whether she would be rejected by a "different institute" earlier than Li Rong, and offered to help her talk to the dean of the design institute.
But Li Rong refused at the time, saying she could do it herself.