The judges of the competition, like the invigilators during the exam, wandered around the competition venue one by one, compared to others, Song Zhi's production was relatively the most difficult.

There were two judges, one on the left and one on the right, like two door gods, standing beside Song Zhizhi and watching her sew Hanfu.

Among today's young generation of designers, there are fewer and fewer people who like to make Hanfu, and Song only sews plackets, which naturally quickly attracted the attention of many people, especially that she also used the technology of Baina patchwork.

After the sewing was completed, Song only hung the clothes on the model next to her, she carefully checked it, and tied the belt, but she still felt a little dissatisfied.

It is already a miracle to be able to sew rags into clothes in half an hour, but it is not enough for Song Zhi, who has a perfectionist approach to clothing design and production.

Song only picked up another strip of cloth, and his fingers quickly made four knots, which were quickly sewn on his clothes.

Bite!

At the end of the last stitch, a crisp bell rang in the ring.

The host of the competition held the microphone and said: "When the time comes, please stop what you are doing, and now the judges and teachers will check it." ”

Wang Xintong also completed her work at the last second, and she subconsciously looked at Song Zhizhi's work and couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

was able to put the rags into a regular pattern in such a short time, and also produced a Hanfu, no wonder, after so many years in the studio, Lei Yuling had to look up to Song with only one look.

Although her heart was pantothenic, she still had a warm smile on her face, and she only nodded towards Song.

Song only blinked, and smiled in return.

Dozens of judges walked around the arena, and finally, they stopped in front of Song Zhizhi's work.

"Unexpectedly...... Hanfu was made. ”

Female judge Jiang Lan is a well-known independent designer in China, she is the first student who was recruited by Parsons School of Design by virtue of her strength, returned to China five years ago, and founded her own clothing brand.

She bowed her head slightly, and said: "Moreover, the process of Baina patchwork is still used, so the production is relatively rough, but you can still see the skills and craftsmanship, and moreover, the patchwork was completed within half an hour, cutting, sewing, and making the buckle ......."

As she spoke, Jiang Lan frowned slightly and stared at Song only with interest.

Another more Westernized judge asked, "Mr. Jiang, why are you staring at this contestant?" ”

Jiang Lan stared at Song Zhizhi and asked, "You don't look very old, this kind of craftsmanship and speed must be cut by a master for many years, you ......"

Song only replied with a smile: "My family runs a tailor's shop, and I have been dealing with these rags, needles and threads since I was a child, and my hand speed is indeed faster." ”

"I see." Jiang Lan said: "No wonder, although the time is relatively rushed, the details were handled quite well at that time, especially these buckles, I like them very much." ”

"Thank you, Mr. Jiang."

As a top fashion designer in the circle, Jiang Lan has already said this, and others naturally echo it.

Lei Yuling's lips were pursed, and a pair of eyes were sharpened, condensing at Song Zhi.

She never dreamed that Song only had such a hand, as early as when she was in the studio, why didn't she see that she still had such a hand.

In order to get close to Jiang Lantao, Lei Yuling also echoed casually: "Yes, whether it is the ingenuity of the patchwork or the placket, it is great." ”

She said and gave a thumbs up to Song Zhizhi: "Song Zhizhi, you can advance." ”

She said this for Jiang Lan, Jiang Lan turned her head and glanced at her, smiled and nodded.

After a while, the judges selected the candidates, cutting the original 30 contestants to 20, and it is rare that Wang Xintong also successfully advanced.

After the preliminary round, Song only ran to Wang Xintong's side: "Congratulations." ”

Wang Xintong replied with a smile: "Rejoice and rejoice." ”

Except for Song Zhizhi and Wang Xintong, the happiest person is Chen Xinghe.

Yueran Garment Company sent a total of two players, and also gave him a first victory, both of them advanced, he can almost think of the picture of Song Zhizhi or Wang Xintong winning the championship, and from then on Yueran will be pushed to the peak of his career.

When Song only left the arena, Lei Yuling also walked out.

Her eyes were cold, the corners of her mouth were teasing without writing, she glanced at Song and sneered, "Congratulations." ”

Song only stopped, raised his eyebrows and looked at Lei Yuling, and responded lightly: "Thank you." ”

"Song only, I really underestimated you, so much suffering can't defeat you, and now you can still fight your way out of the encirclement, I hope you can enter the finals, you must not let me down."

Song is not stupid, she can hear the sourness in Lei Yuling's words.

She smiled indifferently and said, "I won't let you down." It's you...... I really didn't expect to be one of the judges of the Young Fashion Designers Competition. ”

Lei Yuling leaned into Song Zhizhi's ear, lowered his voice and whispered: "There are many things you can't think of, Song Zhizhi, you almost collapsed my studio, I remember this account, let's see." ”

With that, she stepped on her high heels and walked down the steps quickly.

When passing by Wang Xintong's side, she glanced at her meaningfully and left without anything.

Chen Xinghe planned to celebrate Song Zhizhi and Wang Xintong, and planned to feast Yueran Design Department, but he didn't expect Song Zhizhi to refuse such a good opportunity to slaughter the boss: "I still have something, next time." ”

He was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It's just that there is no such shop in this village, don't you say that I belong to the iron rooster, this kind of opportunity is rare." ”

"Boss, you're mistaken, I mean, I have something to do today, and the next time I attend your party, this time, you should celebrate Xintong first."

After saying that, Song only stopped a taxi and left the game site.

When she reported the villa area in the middle of the mountain, the taxi driver couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, but she didn't expect that a plainly dressed little girl actually lived in the first mansion circle, and the current little girl was really hidden.

Even if the driver has been driving a taxi for more than 300 years, he can't afford to buy a toilet in the mid-level villa area.

He looked at Song Zhi's eyes, and suddenly became meaningful.

I can't help but sigh in my heart: This little girl, either the person who sleeps with her is rich, or the person who sleeps with her mother is rich.

If Song only knew the thoughts of the driver's uncle about this matter, he would definitely jump out of the car on the spot, and by the way, he would have a big touch of porcelain, so that he could taste what it was like to fall from heaven to hell.

The old house of the Shen family.

Shen Lang curled up in the sofa, holding the takeaway delivered by Shen Yuan in his hand.

In comparison, he still thinks that the white porridge and side dishes that Song only boiled are delicious.

He glanced at Shen Yuan and said coldly, "Have you ever seen a patient eat a phisan and hamburger?" ”

"Brother, you can be content, if you are according to your mother's wishes, you will have to starve you for ten days and half a month." Shen Yuan was fighting in the mobile game, and raised his eyes and glanced at Shen Lang: "I'm still handsome and kind-hearted, and when I saw that your bitter meat plan was beginning to bear fruit, I brought you something to eat." ”

After Shen Lang forced the truth out of Shen Yuan's mouth, he felt that he must not be born by his mother.

His wife can think of this kind of thing, and he doesn't know what other ghost ideas he can think of in the future.

He secretly decided that when he got better, he would work out well, and he would be poisoned by his mother again.

Shen Lang glanced at the hamburger in his hand, for a person with a severe cold, eating this thing is no different from eating glass slag, he just took a bite, and his throat hurt hotly.

He had never thought that the white porridge was so delicious, especially when Song only boiled it by himself.

Ding dong.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and Shen Lang kicked Shen Yuan's leg: "Open the door." ”

"It's just that I'm not here to take care of me, why should I open the door, you want to go, I won't go." Shen Yuangang took a triple kill, and his emotions were extremely excited: "Unless you can give me a reason." ”

Shen Lang said: "I'm a patient, isn't this reason reasonable enough?" ”

"Okay, good, you're sick, you're justified." Shen Yuan took his mobile phone, got up and went to open the door.

What he said, why did Shen Lang sound so strange?

What does it mean that he is sick and that he is justified?

"Only." Shen Yuan greeted Song only through the monitor at the door: "My brother said that he wanted to eat the vinegared shredded potatoes and cucumbers you made." ”

Shredded potatoes and pat cucumbers.

Song was only stunned, she was not prepared, because it was too late to participate in the competition, so Song only bought pizza and hamburgers in the restaurant in the villa area, planning to let Shen Lang make do with it.

When Shen Lang saw the dinner that Song only brought, he couldn't help but look at Shen Yuan: "Did you discuss it?" cough cough cough ......"

He was so angry that he coughed and said angrily, "I don't eat this junk food." ”

Song only glanced at Shen Lang and said with a smile: "Isn't this the noisy and hungry you?" I think you're just hungry, do you know how many people in this world can't eat? This is Pizza Hut and Golden Arches. ”

"I won't eat that."

Shen Lang was full of energy, and he was arrogant at all times, Song only felt that he was already good.

She casually threw the hamburger into Shen Lang's arms: "Do you like to eat it!" ”

"You can't do that to me!" Shen Lang's face was gloomy, his voice was full of anger, and he said word by word.

"Why?" Song only frowned, and looked at Shen Lang with staring eyes: "Give me a reason first?" ”

Shen Lang said: "I am a patient, are you satisfied with the reason here?" ”

Song was only speechless, pursed his lips, shrugged his shoulders again, sighed, and said, "You have to get it, you are sick, you are not justified!" ”