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Chapter 482 Give her a lesson

Song Hongfeng choked, and sure enough, when she looked up, she saw a group of staff walking in and quickly cleaning up the scene.

On the huge stage, the curtain slowly opened, and a supporter wearing a royal blue dress slowly walked out with a microphone.

The judges also took their seats in turn.

The noisy scene gradually became quiet,

All the contestants who came to compete could not help but become nervous.

Murong Rong looked up and saw Lin Lanxin sitting on the judges' table.

Speaking of which, she hadn't seen Lin Lanxin for a long time.

Lin Lanxin looks a little thinner than before.

Isn't she having a good time recently?

When this thought flashed through his mind, Murong Rong already had a definite answer in his heart.

That's right.

Lin Lanxin's life has not been particularly good recently.

That's because Ye Wanxin is not having a good life.

Lin Lanxin is crazy about girls, how can she be better?

What made Murong Rong even more uncomfortable was that this bad thing was because of her.

In fact, if there was really a second choice, she really didn't want to compete with Ye Wanxin.

Not for anything else, just to make Lin Lanxin feel at ease.

It's just that things in the world are unpredictable, and many things are simply beyond her control.

Lin Lanxin seemed to have noticed something, and suddenly turned her eyes and looked at Murong Rong from a distance.

When she saw Murong Rong looking at her, she frowned slightly and looked away.

Murong Rong's heart felt as if something had hit her hard, and the pain made her tremble.

She was so distracted that she didn't even hear the competition theme announced by the host. She didn't come back to her senses until all the designers competing next to her stood up.

"I really didn't expect that the semi-final competition would not simply follow the theme design, but let us design and create again on a finished dress. Oops, I'm really worried."

Song Hongfeng said she was worried, but the look on her face was calm and composed, obviously she was sure of victory.

She looked at Murong Rong, pretending to be concerned and said: "Rong Rong, are you sure?"

After a pause, he immediately said: "You must be sure, otherwise you wouldn't have shown yourself in front of reporters before and you would definitely win the first place in the semi-finals."

The designers around him snorted unconvinced when they heard Song Hongfeng's voice: "Whether you can win the first place in the semi-finals depends on your strength, not bragging."

Song Hongfeng stuck out her tongue and said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, I spoke too loudly."

Murong Rong looked at Song Hongfeng's apologetic look, raised the corners of her lips slightly, and slowly revealed a smile: "It's okay."

Song Hongfeng wanted to say something else, but Murong Rong had already stepped up to her place.

There are a total of sixty-six people entering the semi-finals this time, plus Song Hongfeng, for a total of sixty-seven workstations, filling the entire stage and looking very spectacular.

Murong Rong's serial number is No. 1, right in the center.

Ten minutes later, everyone was already seated in their seats. The staff came over pushing the hangers enclosed by curtains and placed the dresses next to all the contestants.

The host announces the start of the game.

All the players couldn't wait to raise the curtain, and at the same time they looked at the other people around them.

When he saw that the other party's dress was completely different from his own, he immediately protested.

"What's going on? Why are our dresses different?"

"Yes, some people's dresses are beautiful without any alteration, but my dress is so ugly, how can I alter it?"

The venue suddenly became noisy, and the host explained it several times but was unable to calm everyone down.

"Quiet."

Lin Lanxin frowned when she saw this, picked up the microphone, and her majestic voice spread throughout the audience, suppressing everyone's dissatisfaction.

She glanced at everyone and said sternly: "I know what you are dissatisfied with, but I want to tell you that choosing different dresses is a decision made by all of us judges.

I know you will definitely say that the color and style of the dress will affect your performance, but let me say that a truly excellent designer will not be affected by this at all."

"Also, although you are all here to participate in the competition and are contestants in this competition, in my eyes, you are not only contestants, but also designers. As designers, you are not qualified to choose guests, and as contestants, you are not qualified to choose guests.

You are qualified to protest the rules of the competition. Anyone who is dissatisfied can withdraw from this competition!"

Everyone kept silent and did not dare to make any more noise, but they were still a little bit unhappy in their hearts.

Obviously according to the previous tradition, dresses were designed on the spot according to the questions in the semi-finals, so why redesign the original dress based on it?

Who doesn't know that redesign is more difficult than direct design.

Until Murong Rong opened the curtain of the dress beside her.

Everyone couldn't help but open their mouths in surprise, this dress is really ugly.

The color is fluorescent rose red.

Rose red is already very attractive, but after adding fluorescence, it becomes the most difficult color to control, especially for Chinese people. When this color is applied to the body, it will only make the skin look more yellow, even for the most beautiful people.

There is no sense of fashion when wearing it.

Forget it, what's even worse is the design of this dress, a huge tutu like a cake, with complicated layers of yarn sewn inside, no different from a giant mop.

Compared with this dress, the dress they got was like a fairy dress.

Suddenly, everyone's hearts suddenly became balanced. At the same time, they were thinking in their hearts how they would change it if they got Murong Rong's dress.

The first option is to change to a slim-fitting skirt that wraps around the breast. This can not only reduce the area of ​​fluorescent powder, but also remove the cumbersome skirt under the dress.

However, they quickly shook their heads.

After this change, although the dress is much more pleasing to the eye, it is not solemn enough and cannot be worn in an elegant hall, let alone a stage where the top designers of the younger generation are gathered.

As for other methods, they have also thought about it.

For example, remove the white gauze underneath and sew it onto the skirt, use the white gauze to cover the fluorescent rose red and reduce the brightness of the color, or change it to a one-line skirt with high slits to maximize sexiness.

However, they also understood that no matter how they changed it, this dress would never be outstanding.

This time, the mood of many players stabilized.

Speaking of which, Murong Rong's previous popular work Shan Hai and her work in the preliminary competition put great pressure on them.

Even if they no longer look down on Murong Rong's character, they must admit that Murong Rong's strength makes them afraid.

it's good now.

With such a dress, Murong Rong was basically destined to be eliminated in this rematch.

But they quickly threw themselves into their gowns.

First I drew the original appearance of the dress department, and then I took a pen and started modifying the design on paper, and I was very busy.

Song Hongfeng raised her eyes and glanced at Murong Rong, the corners of her lips raised slightly.

It's not surprising that Murong Rong was so ignorant that he stole someone from her.

Rong Jiuci was the man she had long admired, how could she allow Murong Rong to come and compete with her.

This competition is a lesson for her.


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