When the sand sculpture attacked the script of the second generation of the fake rich

Groups of pitch-black wings, like some kind of bird that is about to flap its wings, are full of ominous foreboding, making people stand upright in horror.

However, in the horror of the abyss, there is a kind of enchanting temptation.

When the line of sight touches that moment, there is no way to break free.

When all the works were displayed, the models each stood at a corner of the runway, and against the backdrop of the enchanting feather coat, the stage full of flowers became a foil.

The usual frivolity on Fran's face could no longer be maintained, and he suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of crisis.

That's okay, he's already spoken to several judges before that, and under the pressure of being "racially correct," he'll be the favorite to win.

But this feather coat appeared too suddenly and was too eye-catching.

It seems to be the focus of nature, and it swept all eyes the moment it appeared, and none of the designs present can surpass it to become a champion.

Even if he firmly seized the championship in his hands, he would not get praise.

"Big designer, how is this black feather coat better than you~" There was a playful teaser from behind.

Fran looked at Chu Yan and raised a sharp arc: "Then let the result tell you."

It doesn't matter if he is laughed at, as long as he holds the glory in his hands, as time goes by, people will only remember the actual winner.

He is still so young that one day he will hold all the glory in his hands.

So he immediately gave up his grudges and began to focus on the results wholeheartedly.

The Golden Spindle is held every four years, and seven "green and brown" winners and three "gold, silver and bronze" main awards will be selected. Only those who win the gold award can be listed in the Hall of Fame in the fashion design industry and become hall-level masters.

Furlong has always been known as the youngest "green and brown", so he is full of expectations to become the youngest gold medalist.

When it comes to awarding awards, it seems to be a global practice to be a secret.

As the list was announced one by one, the models whose names were called stepped forward one by one to accept the audience's applause, and the atmosphere became more and more heated.

Although An Xin was able to communicate in a simple foreign language thanks to his excellent language talent, he couldn't handle the host's rapid-fire speech and all kinds of colloquial stalks.

But it's okay, he can't understand, but he will clap.

During the show before, the audience was silent, only the people on the stage were walking up and down, it was so boring, he was so sleepy, and he was finally able to move his muscles and bones, so he worked extra hard to shoot.

Oh God, this beautiful oriental boy, clapping his hands seriously, is so cute!

The director, who was looking at the audience, immediately spotted him, so he began to frequently cut scenes from the auditorium to him.

The award ceremony was broadcast live globally, and An Xin's fans almost died of laughter when they saw it.

"Cat clap."

"Zai Zai, you are so serious, hahaha."

"Cut it again, cut it again, and won the director's love by applauding hard, hahaha."

Amidst the laughter, finally ushered in today's highlight.

When the last gold medal was announced, the air suddenly became tense, and even the ruthless clapping machine, An Xin, lowered his claws.

While nervous, An Xin said solemnly: "Brother Xie, let's make a bet."

"What bet?"

An Xin's eyes blinked, revealing a sly look: "Just bet on who is the gold medalist today. I bet it's the black feather coat. You can't choose the same one as me! If I win, you can't force me to win it for a week." Do the math."

Chu Yan raised his eyebrows: "Okay, then I'll bet on any one except the one you choose."

An Xin couldn't believe it, Brother Xie actually agreed, he was so stupid, there was no way he could lose haha.

Fran on the other side also clenched his fists, he can't lose!

In anticipation, the host finally spit out the name——

"Wu Yong!"

An obvious Chinese name blurted out.

"What... what?" Fran was stunned.

The models in pitch-black plumage stood out from the crowd, and the crowd stood up and cheered for a moment.

Wu Yong stepped onto the stage amidst applause, received the gold award representing honor and held it up high. This will be his pinnacle and a perfect ending.

Seeing that the black clothes won, An Xin also jumped up excitedly: "I won, Brother Xie, I am willing to accept the bet!"

"it is good."

Chu Yan smiled and gave a standing ovation. No one knew that he also won.

Fran stood up with a sullen face, and was about to leave when he heard Chu Yan greet him meanly: "Big designer, I received it in the end~"

An Xin also thought of this person, and couldn't help grinning, the cowhide must have exploded~

Now Fran's face is really green, presumably he will never forget this scene, I don't know if he will not have the courage to continue teasing An Xin in the future.

Walking out of the show quickly, Fran immediately contacted the assistant: "What's going on?"

The assistant was sweating profusely contacting all parties, and finally figured out the key point from the few judges who had been bribed.

"The forces behind that designer named Wu Yong are not simple. While we are operating, they are also operating."

Because of Shen Tian, ​​Fu Lang had cooperated with Song Cheng before, and he was no stranger to Wu Yong, so he said disdainfully, "Could it be that we can't beat him?"

The assistant said helplessly: "In addition, this work called 'Renascence' has won the favor of Master Perun."

Master Perun is a genius who once created the glory of an era.But now it is inevitable to step into old age and suffer from serious illness.

In the endless pain, he began to stare at death, depicting death, every work is gloomy like the scythe of death.

As the eternal honorary chairman of the Golden Spindle, the works of every newcomer will be "reviewed" by him.

When he dragged his sick body and tried his best to sweep over these newly grown seedlings, he was actually attracted by the enchanting feather coat, stopped for a long time, and then laughed loudly.

"It's horrible, but I don't want to cover its eyes."

Fran's assistant spread his hands helplessly: "You know, in the entire fashion design world, you can see Master Perun's students everywhere. He doesn't belong to any force, and no force can influence him."

Hearing this, Fran realized how cunning this silent Chinese designer was.

He deliberately figured out Master Perun's preferences, and presented a work with the same dark style, so as to gain Master Perun's support and win the victory.

And, he won!

Compared with Fran's unstoppable anger, Wu Yong is proud of himself.

"Renascence" has long impressed the audience present, and when it won the final honor, everyone stood up and cheered for it.

Wu Yong knew that from this moment on, he would be remembered by the entire fashion design circle together with his works.

And as the first Chinese to win the Golden Spindle Gold Award, his name has also risen rapidly in China, and everyone knows it.

Surrounded by countless people, he walked out of the show, and when he left, he saw a person.

The well-dressed young man stood with a smile, the hair on his forehead was scattered behind his head, revealing his entire face.There was a slight smile on his gentle face, and even the eyes he cast seemed to be full of smiles.

There were a lot of people leaving, but for some reason, Wu Yong saw him at a glance.

Seeing him walking by, the young man smiled and said, "Master Wu Yong, congratulations."

His voice was deep and elegant, Wu Yong looked at him, and finally turned his head away indifferently.

Probably just someone who wanted to congratulate him.

Chu Yan looked at his receding back and smiled.

In fact, Wu Yong had met Xie Junliang, but the tiny Xie Junliang was not enough to keep the lofty "Master Wu Yong" in his heart, and Chu Yan was not Xie Junliang either.

"Brother Xie, are you sad?"

An Xin was very happy when he won the bet.

But when everyone cheered for the first Chinese design master, An Xin suddenly thought that brother Xie is actually a designer not inferior to Wu Yong. If he comes to participate, he will definitely make a very wonderful work.

But he didn't even have the qualifications to be selected, An Xin felt a little sad after realizing it, or the bet would be void.

Looking at his expression, Chu Yan instantly understood what he was thinking, so he gave him a shudder: "What are you thinking, why am I sad? I wasn't selected because I didn't participate in the name of Bitter Leaf. Why are you acting like I can't be chosen?"

An Xin: ...

It turned out to be like this, and it was all because of those black fans who misled him.

So he became happy again: "Brother Xie, let's go play!"

"Go~"

Chu Yan and An Xin played in the dark for three days abroad.

When the jet lag was over after returning home, An Xin happily got up from the bed, ready to plan where to go today.

When he got downstairs, he saw Chu Yan waiting for him with a new exercise.

An Xin looked confused: "Didn't I win the bet?"

"Yes, so all I brought you today are physics problems, are you happy?"

An Xin: ...

This time, I really will never love again, woo woo woo...

Chu Yan sighed, at such a young age, he actually learned how to gamble, and he didn't learn well every day.It is necessary for him to let An Xin have a deep understanding of what it means to lose out of ten bets.

After the results of the Golden Spindle Award came out, Fran felt the most uncomfortable.

If you have never had a chance, you will not be disappointed. Now that the opportunity at your fingertips slips away from your palm, the feeling is too uncomfortable.

And his fans are not having a good time, because of Fran's outstanding appearance, so he has a lot of fans, and most of them regard him as a star.

As a "star" in the fashion design industry, Furlong wants to have good looks, a family background, and actual performance, and fans are crazy about it.

This year, Fran is the favorite to win the championship, and the fans are excitedly promoting it. Below the relevant information of Fanjin Spindle, there are all Fran's fans. People who don't know think that he has already locked the championship.

And because of operational errors, not only did he not get the gold award, but other positions were also taken by others. It can be said that Furlong failed completely, which is too embarrassing.

Those who hadn't seen the arrogance of Fran's fans for a long time started laughing.

In extreme embarrassment, Fran's fans made a decision: continue to fight Bitter Leaf.

Now when it comes to the fame of fashion designers in China, Wu Yong, Kuye, and Fran stand on top of each other.

And what Fran fans hate most is Kuye, one is because Kuye stepped on Fran's position, and the other is because since Kuye's hand was exposed, more and more people know that Kuye is actually very young , So Bitter Leaf suddenly "collided" with Fran.

Both of them follow the "traffic" route in the fashion design world, so they don't like each other even more.

Before Bitter Leaf was not selected, the one who made the most effort to ridicule Bitter Leaf was Fran Fran, but now that Fran was defeated, the one who laughed the most was of course Fran Francois.

Wu Yong now has an award in his hand, he seems to be sour when he talks too much.

But the bitter leaf pheasant is still a pheasant, what the hell!

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The author has something to say:

Chu Yan: Do you think that there is no need to bet on the selection of the Golden Spindle?Innocent.

Hey, you can’t name it casually. I can’t figure out why I named it the Golden Spindle as soon as my forehead got hot. Now I feel like a mallet.