As bright as a star: Madam, she is an almighty little princess

In the backstage office of the auditorium, Dean Li of the School of Design was sitting upright, looking a little trembling, and looked at the principal who hurriedly came from home after receiving the news.

Isn't it just a design competition? Although it is an international level, it doesn't alarm all these people, especially the one in the middle, who doesn't get to see it even once a year.

He didn't dare to ask Pei Yanxing, but spoke to Jiang Sheng next to him, who was dressed in formal attire and was also the largest investor and organizer of this design competition in China.

"Master Jiang, are you here for something today? Is there something wrong with the arrangements made by Dean Li? Isn't Miss Jiang Xin in charge of the design?"

"Hey, Principal Yu, why are you so nervous?" Zhou Ziqian answered the question without waiting for Jiang Sheng to reply.

"Keep your heart in your stomach, nothing happens, just do whatever you need to do, don't worry about us, we'll just come over and take a look when we have nothing to do."

Principal Yu didn't know whether to believe it or not. He glanced at the person in the middle. His face had no expression, but he felt quite cold.

Although Zhou Ziqian said he didn't need to worry about them, he didn't dare to leave.

It was already six forty-five when Ling Qi arrived at the auditorium. She went out very early, but she really didn't expect that Ye Que was so popular. There were Ye Que's lights for miles around.

It was quite far away from the University of Washington and it was hard to get into the car. She walked here. Zhou Ziying and the others were already waiting outside. When they saw Ling Qi coming, they waved.

The people outside the auditorium were young people from other colleges and outside the school, holding flashing lights and waving there, and there were also some paparazzi carrying cameras mixed in.

Ling Qi was wearing a peaked cap and black sportswear today and got in from the crowd.

Zhou Ziying and Lin Luzhi were at the door wearing brightly lit headbands with the Chinese character Ye Que on their heads. Ruan Qian even looked at them with some indifference.

Tao Nian was dressed very formally today, wearing a shirt and skirt, with a rectangular number plate pinned to her left chest, and her slightly curly hair tied into a ponytail.

After everyone arrived, he walked into the auditorium under the envious eyes of everyone outside.

The seat arranged by Jiang Sheng was still VIP. Although it was in the fourth row, it made the two of them look beautiful.

The judges' seats in the first row are still empty, and they probably won't take their seats until the competition officially begins.

The cameras in the auditorium are still being adjusted, and tonight's game will be broadcast live.

Ling Qi sat quietly, her phone vibrating.

[Ling Xiaoqi, are you here? 】

[Why don't you come on tonight? I'm not good at clothing. 】

[What if the reviews ruin my brand? 】

Ye Qingci, who had just been pulled out of the dark room this morning, didn't know where Zhengmao was now and was sending her endless messages.

A familiar voice suddenly came to mind in my ears. I looked towards the source of the sound. Jiang Xin, who was wearing a champagne-colored evening gown, walked up to Tao Nian. She glanced at Tao Nian's number plate with disdain and spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Hmph! You're quite thick-skinned. Didn't I tell you that your manuscript was rejected in the first round?"

"I beg Jiang Sheng to give you a VIP ticket. If you sneak in and see other people's works, you will feel that your level has improved by leaps and bounds."

Jiang Xin said one sentence after another, while Tao Nian sat on his seat, his face flushed red from embarrassment or anger, and his hands clenched tightly.

She didn't know how to refute Jiang Xin. Although Ling Qi said that she would resubmit the work for her, Jiang Xin was a very popular designer in China in recent years. She was the chief designer of Jiang's Clothing Company, and her master was still Hua Xin. President of China Design Association...

She could indeed have "good" reasons to pass her work.

Tao Nian lowered her head and remained silent. She didn't want to cause trouble to Ling Qi and Jiang Sheng.

Zhou Ziying was beside Tao Nian, and she really wanted to punch Jiang Xin's arrogant face flat, so that she wouldn't have to come out and spray shit every day.

"The level of our Nian Nian will be judged by the judges." Zhou Ziying also imitated Jiang Xin's tone, casually glanced at the number plate in front of her, and spoke in a sinister tone. "Miss Jiang, you should prepare for your game with peace of mind. If you are not careful and your horse stumbles, don't you think it is embarrassing with so many cameras here? I am even afraid that the stock price of Brother Sheng Design Company will fall to pieces."

"Still, Miss Jiang won't think that she has eaten five or six years more than us. She is so full that she has nothing to do and is looking for us to entertain herself."

Zhou Ziying's mouth was exactly like his brother's, the one who choked people to death without paying for it.

Jiang Xin's face turned blue with anger, but with so many cameras showing her, she didn't dare to lose face.

The Zhou family and the Jiang family have equal status, and Zhou Ziying is still the daughter of the eldest family member of the Zhou family, so there is no need for her to quarrel with her on such occasions.

She suppressed her anger and ignored Zhou Ziying. Anyway, she said hello to her master. It was a certainty that Tao Nian's works would be swiped.

The ferociousness just now disappeared in an instant, and there was a trace of ridicule at the corner of his mouth. He leaned slightly towards Tao Nian's ear, with a smug smile in his eyes, and spoke in a low voice.

"I advise you to keep your thoughts to yourself. As long as I am here, don't think about having a successful life in China."

After speaking, he ignored Tao Nian's expression and turned around proudly, walking towards the middle seat of the third row.

Lin Luzhi and Zhou Ziying comforted Tao Nian, while Ling Qi's cell phone was still vibrating.

【Not going. 】

Ling Qi didn't even read the content of the message. She caught sight of a few familiar figures from the corner of her eye, typed a few words and closed the phone.