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

Several designers nearby also nodded with satisfaction, and one of the female judges even had her eyes shining.

"It's simply so beautiful. The cheongsam is designed to be both beautiful and domineering. I have never seen such a perfect fusion of the two in cheongsam design, and it can be compared with \u0027Qing\u0027."

"It seems that this time the champion is Chairman Li's apprentice and he has not escaped."

The female judge said in a flattering tone, but she was not lying.

She is also a fan of cheongsam, and today she is wearing a cheongsam. There are very few people who have worn Chinese style on international runways for so many years.

Although I was a little reluctant to be greeted by others before the competition, I was convinced after seeing the finished product.

Jiang Xin felt satisfied in her heart as she listened to the continuous compliments and exclamations below.

Zhou Ziying sat next to Tao Nian, not knowing how to comfort her.

Fortunately, this time it is not a ranking competition, and the top eight will all advance to the international finals.

Even people who hate Jiang Xin find her design quite shocking this time.

A cry of exclamation drowned out the cry, and Ling Qi was disturbed and couldn't handle things with peace of mind.

There was a buzzing vibration, and a WeChat message appeared on the top of the phone.

[What’s wrong with you Ling Xiaoqi! Isn’t this your debut manuscript? How did it get into the hands of this guy Jiang? 】

After reading it, Ling Qi finally raised her head.

His eyes fell on the black and gold cheongsam worn by the model. His dark eyes suddenly froze, and his slender white fingers tapped the armrest of the seat casually.

There was a biting chill all over.

Ruan Qian was wondering where she had seen this cheongsam when she suddenly noticed a change in the aura of the person next to her.

Turning around, he saw his sister staring at the stage.

Patting his forehead, "I remembered Qibao, isn't this the dress you designed for Grandma Mo on her birthday when you were 13 years old? I remember it was a set, one long and one short."

"Yeah." Ling Qi responded in a deep voice.

Ruan Qian's brows furrowed, "Then how come the manuscript got into her hands? Has she been there?"

Ling Qi didn't say anything. She was also wondering what went wrong.

The five minutes on stage have passed, and the judges did not speak during the question and answer session. After all, this cheongsam shocked them.

After a few seconds of silence, the host saw that no one picked up the microphone and started the last session directly.

"That being the case, please all judges now start scoring the work of Miss Jiang Xin No. 18."

Swish, swish, six 100-point scores lighted up in unison.

Jiang Xin glanced at the score and was very satisfied.

but……

Ye Que, what does that mean?

Everyone saw it and cast inquiring glances at Ye Que.

The person in focus was still staring at the phone, and the dialog box contained no latest news.

"Teacher Ye." The host was a little afraid to speak loudly. Everyone knew that whether this young man was designing or working in the entertainment industry, he always acted according to his mood.

No one should.

"Teacher Ye?" the host called again.

Next to him, Li Jing couldn't wait to ask Ye Que to give his student a good score and poked him.

Ye Qingci noticed it and glanced at him impatiently.

Li Jing pointed to the host and then to his scoreboard, "Mr. Ye, it's time to score."

Ye Qingci said nothing and looked around at the scores given by others.

Full marks for all.

Ah.

Ling Xiaoqi, you are a heartless person who keeps tugging and tugging all day long, but in the end you have to let your handsome and charming brother defend your rights.

Angrily picked up the pen and brushed.

Draw an egg with a child, and a big oval will appear on the paper.

"Mr. Ye, you..." Li Jing kept staring at Ye Qingci's score sheet. When he saw the big egg-like zero score, his mouth opened half wide.

Before he could stop him, Ye Qingci raised the sign smoothly and smoothly.

"This!"

The host was really stunned this time.

"What the hell, you can't see my big duck egg painting? Hurry up and sort it out."

Ye Qingci said lazily, but his sharp eyes were staring at Jiang Xin.

The face of the woman in sight suddenly darkened. What did this person mean? A zero score would immediately put her out.

She can't stand it!

Gritting his teeth, he tried his best to control his tone, "Teacher Ye, what do you mean? What is it about my work that makes you dissatisfied? Don't you think it's unfair?"

Jiang Xin is actually several years older than Ye Que, but he doesn't dare to call him by his first name. This person is at the top of the design and entertainment circles at home and abroad. If you don't pay attention, the hundreds of millions of fans will spit on each one. Could drown her.

And it is said that the family is also top-notch.

The tone of the question was quite polite.

Ye Qingci didn't give her any face, and spoke bluntly, "It's nothing, I just don't think you are the person who can design this kind of work. I don't think you are worthy of it, understand?"

His tone was nonchalant, and he didn't care at all that there was a live broadcast.

"Ye Que, I respectfully call you teacher because you are the chief judge of this competition. But why do you, an interior designer, comment on my work like this?"

The implication is that you are not worthy of the title of sitting in this seat, and you are not qualified to comment on her design.

Ye Qingci almost wanted to laugh when he heard what she said. You are so damn good with your clothes.

What the hell is Ling Xiaoqi doing!

I can’t believe she forgot about her debut novel!

He was already a little impatient and didn't want to pimp with Jiang Xin here. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs, not caring about his image at all.

"Let me tell you directly, I am familiar with your work. Do you think you are stupid? You can change it. You just stole the design draft and used it. How about your face!"

As soon as the words came out, Jiang Xin's face suddenly turned pale.

Li Jing, who was next to him, was already anxious and turned to Ye Qingci, "What do you mean, Ye Que, you don't want to see my apprentice? Why do you say that she copied it, just because the style is like \u0027Qing\u0027?"

"Hey, I thought my eyesight wasn't working well, don't you see it now?"

Ye Qingci picked his ears and leaned to the other side in disgust.

Damn it, don't spit in my face.

Jiang Xin on the stage didn't know what Ye Que had discovered. She just thought that she couldn't lose, so she secretly raised her breath and pretended to be calm.

"Teacher Ye, I don't know what you mean. I do admire \u0027Qing\u0027 senior. Since I visited the headquarters of the International Design Association 5 years ago and admired several of his works, I have regarded her as my idol."

"Since then, I have been studying the design of traditional costumes and carefully analyzing the works of my predecessors. Maybe this is why you feel the resemblance."

“I think I regard my senior as my idol, so it’s not an exaggeration to say that my styles are somewhat similar!”

As expected, Jiang Xin grew up in a large and complicated family like the Jiang family. She has been struggling in the workplace for several years and speaks very tactfully.

Sure enough, some male designers in the auditorium had already begun to help Jiang Xin fight back, and the men who were not fans of Ye Que on the barrage also began to spit out fragrance.

"Ye Que, what else do you have to say? You are not afraid that my student's design achievements will exceed Qing's, but the times will overwhelm you, so you are deliberately suppressing people here."

The sound was not too quiet, and there was a microphone in front of it, so people in the auditorium could hear it clearly.

Li Jing is also nearly 40 years old and quite ambitious. He actually dislikes Ye Que. At such a young age, he is ahead of him as the dignified president of the China Design Association.

Several men in the second row remained silent, wondering with some interest how things would turn out.

Pei Yanxing stared at the back of the head being pulled by the person in front of him, and his expression finally relaxed a little.

"Hey, Brother Sheng, do you think Ye Que will be in trouble this time? Do you still plan to sign him?"

Zhou Ziqian's voice wasn't too soft, and he didn't have any scruples when speaking. Ye Que naturally heard him from just a row away.

He pressed his tongue against his cheek, secretly cursing the quintessence of the Chinese nation.

"Ling Xiaoqi, you heartless! If you don't come out and say a word, I'm addicted to taking the blame!!"