little tailor

Chapter 22 Competition
The morning of the second day came quickly, and because of the camera, Lin Yan could not practice in an open manner, so he could only get up early and run, running on the street to refine his vitality, and running for more than ten kilometers was counted.

After running and eating breakfast, Lin Yan came to the competition site, which can basically be called the world of sewing machines, clothes and fabrics.

The entire hall of nearly [-] square meters has been transformed into a factory assembly line.It's just that this may be a super garment factory, and there are many photographers standing beside it. Maybe this is different from ordinary garment factories?

When Lin Yan came in, there were already dozens of people in the hall, some were standing and talking together, some were sitting in a daze, and so on.

After a while, Doubi Lin Yang yawned and came late.

Soon, it was nine o'clock.

At this moment, almost everyone is here.

They were bored when suddenly, a short, fat man with a swollen face entered the hall. He moved his hands flat on his chest like the gestures made by the president during his speech, and spoke loudly to several different people. Standard Mandarin speaking.

"Everyone, be quiet."

After seeing that everyone was quiet, the short fat man spoke again.

"I am a member of the organizer. Next, I will explain the content of the first game. As for the rules of the game, I think everyone who is doing it already knows it, so I won't say anything about it." This is the rule."

Pause for a few seconds and scan everyone in the hall.

"Our first round of competition this time is very simple, it's only about garment-making technology, not design."

The hall suddenly exploded, and there were constant sighs.

"How can a design competition only compete with making clothes? Isn't that unreasonable?"

"What about clothing?"

"Yeah, isn't everyone able to make clothes? How does this eliminate people?"

……

Glancing at the noisy hall, the short fat man covered his lips and coughed heavily. After seeing everyone's eyes on him, he pressed his hands empty.

Suddenly, the noisy hall miraculously quieted down.

"Everyone, please don't question the organizer's intentions. What you have to do is to compete here. The top fifty garment-makers who are the fastest and successfully meet the requirements, these fifty people will be promoted to the next round, and the rest are all disuse."

The hall was once again in chaos, and the designers were all whispering. If you listen carefully, you will know that these people are discussing doubts and dissatisfaction with what Dumpty said.

The Humpty Humpty Man had a calm and natural expression on his face, as if the buzzing in the hall had nothing to do with him.

"Your problem is to make a shirt, and the fabric is placed on the left hand side of the sewing machine. You just make the one on the big screen in the middle, and you can't deviate too much. After you finish it, you go to the staff to get the number plate in order. "

"interesting."

Lin Yan rubbed his chin, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes, which made him feel very interested.

Humpty Humpty looked around the hall and took out a chronograph.

"The countdown is on, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one, start."

As soon as Humpty stopped talking, more than 100 designers rushed to their positions and frantically started making clothes.

Measure length, cut fabric, sew, hem.

A series of movements unfolded one by one like flowing clouds and flowing water.

Five minutes passed quickly, and Lin Yan had basically finished sewing with his super hand speed, and the only thing left was to hem.

Lin Yan usually makes clothes by himself and is very skilled.

If it is said that before he practiced, he might still lose to others, but now after practicing, his physical coordination is far higher than before, and the speed is naturally extremely fast.

After 2 minutes passed, Lin Yan stood up and walked to the door, where the pillar-like bodyguard stood expressionlessly at the door.

"The clothes are ready."

The bodyguard in black handed the clothes to the Humpty Dumpty next to him for inspection. Seeing the Humpty Humpty nodding, he understood, took out a card with one written on it and handed it to Lin Yan.

Seeing that he took the card, Humpty Humpty said very kindly.

"You pass, go to the living room to get ready, and we will proceed to the second level later."

Lin Yan nodded, ignoring the kindness in Humpty Humpty's obscene little eyes, he walked out of the door and walked towards the living room.

On the other hand, when some designers in the room looked up, they saw a tall and slender man handing in his clothes and walking out, which immediately caused an uproar in the hall, and they all began to discuss in low voices.

"Who is this? So fast?"

"It's too perverted, how long has it been!"

"God-like eyes and hand speed."

……

Lin Yang, who was immersed in making clothes, didn't know what happened. In the 8th minute of the game, Lin Yang smiled proudly and stood up. First, he glanced left and right, and he was even more proud when he saw the black heads.

Suddenly, an empty space appeared in his line of sight, his face froze, and after he realized it, he suddenly yelled.

"Who dares to hand in before my uncle?"

After all, the finished clothes in his hand have already been handed over to the smiling and kind dumpy man.

Walking into the living room, the only sound in the living room is the sound of flipping books.

Lin Yang looked up, and was about to provoke first, but saw Lin Yan sitting quietly on the sofa, flipping through a fashion magazine.

"Who is actually in front of me, um, sir?"

Lin Yang didn't keep quiet for a while, and smiled awkwardly.

"Hehe, hehe, it's the big cousin! Let me just say, who else would be so powerful except from my own family. Hehe."

Lin Yan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, feeling that he didn't have the slightest desire to speak, so he smiled silently, and turned the magazine again.

Lin Yang rubbed his nose, and seeing that he didn't speak, he was even more embarrassed, so he could only sit quietly on the other side of the sofa and pretend to be quiet.

The second hand of the clock is ticking.

One after another, people kept coming to the living room.

The first thing these designers do when they come to the living room is to discuss Lin Yan. The student designers in groups of three or four may have a childlike innocence, pointing at Lin Yan from time to time, not knowing what they are talking about.

"Do you know who this person is?"

One of the little girl groups discussed in detail.

"do not know."

"But he's so handsome."

"Hahaha...what? Do you like it?"

Everyone made fun of the little girl who spoke, but the little girl didn't blush, she stuck out her pink tongue, very cute.

"You don't need it, and you're not very powerful people. If I didn't take the wrong fabric and make a mistake, how could it be the turn of an unknown person to be the first in this round?"

A haughty male voice suddenly broke in.

All the girls looked around, and it happened that this was someone they knew, a designer of the new era who was very famous in the design world.

This man's name is Jiang Qingyun, and he looks suave and suave. His slender phoenix eyes flashed from time to time. He wears a pink shirt and diamond earrings, but he does not diminish his masculinity at all. One can clearly see that this is definitely a very outstanding character.

The little girl seemed to be very familiar with this person, and unkind words kept popping out of her small cherry mouth.

"Jiang Qingyun, who doesn't know you yet, even if you did something wrong, your first one is not as fast as him."

Non-stop, the cute little girl said bluntly, attacking Jiang Qingyun with that crunchy voice.

"Hmph, don't say you are not as fast as him, you are not even faster than the second."

Jiang Qingyun's face remained unchanged, with a slight smile on his face, his slender eyes were staring closely and even greedily at the little girl's cute bun face.

"Bao'er, you have never praised other men like this and belittled me like this."

Jiang Qingyun put on a pitiful look and stared at the little girl An Baoer.

An Bao'er was a little unnaturally stared at by him, and turned her eyes away awkwardly.

"Don't look at me like that, he's already very good."

An Bao'er said something in a low voice, and threw herself on a beautiful and quiet girl next to her.

"Sister Meng."

An Bao'er's face was flushed and she held onto Geng Meng's clothes tightly, her eyes were fixed on the floor, but she refused to look anywhere else.

The smile on Jiang Qingyun's face widened, and he suddenly looked at An Bao'er a few more times before walking slowly towards the place where Lin Yan was sitting reluctantly.

Geng Meng smiled helplessly, looked at Jiang Qingyun, then at An Bao'er, really dumbfounded, patted An Bao'er's sensual shoulder, and a gentle voice came out of his mouth, with a hint of The extraordinary elegant rhyme makes people feel like they are on the clouds.

"Bo'er? He's gone."

When An Baoer heard what Geng Meng said, she immediately raised her head, looked left and right carefully, and saw that the person had indeed left, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and her red bun face gradually returned to its original state.

She snorted coldly.

"Jiang Qingyun, a bastard, how can he look at me like other hooligans."

Geng Meng smiled again, the smile was more beautiful than the fragrance of lilies when they were in full bloom, and the cool lips were not cold and thin, they were as warm as jade.

"You and Qianqian's attitudes have changed too much. Sure enough, women can turn their faces faster than turning the pages of books."

An Baoer's face was very disdainful, and she said contemptuously.

"Just like him, if I didn't blush when I saw boys staring at me, I would definitely want him to look good and scold him for three days and three nights."

"Bao'er, lady, lady."

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(End of this chapter)