Soon, the things that Song Yuhua needed were sent up and piled up on the long table, taking up one-third of the place.

After checking them one by one, after making sure that the things he needed were not missing or damaged, Song Yuhua began to operate.

At this point, fifteen minutes have passed since the three-hour period.

There is no pen and paper to draw a design, but the drawing is already in the mind.

Song Yuhua spread out the red fabric, gestured on the plastic model, and cut a large piece of fabric he needed with a few scissors.

There was no sewing machine, and time was limited, so Song Yuhua did not sew the stitches very finely, and the red thread was embellished at the end of the needle, sewing the fabric together with the constant turning of the silver sewing needle.

About an hour passed, and the piece of fabric in Song Yuhua's hand had already taken shape, a red wide-brimmed sundress.

The other contestants are also not lagging behind, most of them have determined the general style of clothing, Song Yuhua glanced at it quickly, sighed slightly in his heart about the strength of the opponent, and quickly put his mind in front of him.

The remaining fabric is cut out into a few half-moon shapes, sewn into the chest and back of the sundress, and the lace pattern is staggered and overlapped, which is eye-catching. The skirt tail was also decorated and connected with a long strip of fabric about ten centimeters wide.

The length of the skirt that originally reached the calf was turned into a long skirt that reached the ankle after adding a piece of fabric, and the two skirt lines not far apart instantly made several judges frown.

The lines are too dense but there is no change, but it is a big taboo in clothing.

Several judges began to talk to each other, whispering about the costumes on the stage that were not far from completion, shaking their heads and sighing for a while, smiling and nodding for a while, seeing that the contestants who paid attention to the judges' reactions from time to time were frightened, and they were worried that the one who was shaken their heads was themselves.

Xiong Ailan designed a set of men's clothing, which can be said to be unique among many female players, so she was very worried.

When a judge shook her head in her direction, Xiong Ailan almost felt that she was referring to herself, and she subconsciously cast a wavering gaze at Song Yuhua not far away, but the next moment, seeing the other party's expression of concentration on production, the worry in her heart gradually calmed down.

Yes, if you lose, learn your lessons, learn better, and if you win, get ready for the next game.

As long as she does her best in every game, she will live up to this arena.

Xiong Ailan, who had figured it out, smiled slightly, retracted her gaze, and added a little trinkets to the men's clothing on the model as an embellishment according to her own ideas.

Song Yuhua put all her attention into the costume in her hand, so she didn't know the interaction of the judges, and she didn't notice Xiong Ailan's gaze, she was wearing a long red thread on the needle tail, ready to change the newly added skirt.

Next to her, Zhuang Qing involuntarily stopped her movements, raising her eyebrows to see what Song Yuhua would do next.

Because of the unhappiness of the previous day and the adjacent location, Zhuang Qing also paid more attention to Song Yuhua, but what did she see!

This man actually added a new hem to the hem of the dress, and in this way extended the length of the dress, destroying the beauty of the whole dress.

Zhuang Qing sighed secretly, his eyes showed disdain, he was really a person who could only talk big, most of this level would not be able to pass this round, and he still wanted to fight for the first, and he didn't know where the confidence came from.

Just as he was about to retract his gaze, his eyes suddenly widened, and even his breathing became shallow, for fear of disturbing the people next to him.

I saw Song Yuhua sew the skirt into a wavy shape with a needle and thread, and suddenly, the temperament of the whole dress changed, with a little playfulness in the small freshness, and the skirt shook like rippling waves, and even people's hearts fluttered.

Song Yuhua was satisfied with the skirt that had just been completed, stood up and took two steps back to look at the overall effect, and stepped forward to close the waist of the dress a little.

On the side, Zhuang Qing was already stunned, she didn't expect such a change to make the dress that didn't look good look so good, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was the finishing touch.

"It's so pretty." Zhuang Qing muttered in a low voice, and as soon as the words came out, he reacted quickly, glared at him angrily, and turned his head angrily.

What's the big deal, her costume is also very good!

Mo Ming was stared at Song Yuhua: "......"

Three hours is not a short time, but it is not too long, Song Yuhua partially solved all the details, and put the production of this costume to a perfect end, looking up at the time, there were only ten minutes left.

She turned her head to look at Xiong Ailan, and when she saw that she had also finished, she looked at the others with confidence.

Of the sixteen people present, fourteen have completed the costume production, and the remaining two have a little left, and they have successfully completed it in the last little time.

Next, it was the highlight of the final promotion and elimination, Song Yuhua couldn't help but lift his heart and waited for the judges to speak.

However, before the judges could speak, the host came up first, asked everyone to take a break, finish lunch first, and then come back for the later evaluation.

The nervousness on Song Yuhua's face stiffened, and he suddenly remembered that when he watched TV in his last life, he was seeing the highlights and suddenly gave you the feeling of an advertisement.

The discomfort of being aggrieved.

Song Yuhua and Xiong Ailan glanced at each other, and they both saw depression and helplessness in each other's eyes.

But so what, of course, it is the organizers who have the final say.

But when leaving, Song Yuhua was still a little worried and reluctant, it wasn't that she had dirty thoughts, there were so many people, who knew if someone would maliciously sabotage just to ensure that she was promoted.

After inquiring, he learned that these clothes would be guarded by someone during lunch, and Song Yuhua completely calmed down.

The lunch was very good, there were fish and meat, but there were not many people who really ate well, and most of them had the same thoughts as Song Yuhua, in the afternoon competition.

Originally, some people wanted to take advantage of lunch to find the judges to cheer for a relationship or ask them what they thought, but it turned out that the judges didn't eat with them at all, and they didn't even meet in person!

Song Yuhua drank the soup in the bowl, exhaled a breath of heat, and turned his head to find that Xiong Ailan was in a daze, and there was still half a bowl of rice left in the bowl.

She stretched out her hand and shook it at the other party, "Hey, I've come back to my senses, what are you thinking about if you don't eat." ”

Xiong Ailan cast a resentful gaze and sighed lightly, "What else can you think, you want to be evaluated in the afternoon, Yuhua, do you think I will be eliminated?" They're all amazing. ”

Song Yuhua pursed her lips, wanting to say no, but she was afraid that she would be slapped in the face later, so she hesitated: "This, I can't say it well." ”

As soon as the words fell, she saw that Xiong Ailan's face collapsed, and she looked like she was about to cry, and she immediately changed her words, "I think you still have a lot of hope of being promoted, don't scare yourself so much, there is still a long way to go, if you don't believe in yourself, who will believe you?" ”

After being poured a bowl of chicken soup for the soul, Xiong Ailan felt much better, and no longer doubted herself, clenching her fists with a firm face, "You're right!" If I don't believe in myself, who will believe me. ”

Song Yuhua secretly breathed a sigh of relief, fortunately, chicken soup for the soul is still useful.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the competition officially began.

On the stage, Song Yuhua and others stood next to their respective plastic models, starting from the No. 1 contestant, one by one, together with the plastic models, standing in the middle of the stage, and describing the costumes she designed and produced for three minutes.

When it was Song Yuhua's turn, she picked up the plastic model and came to the middle of the stage, and the white light came down, enveloping her and the plastic model in bright lights.

At the same time, the surrounding lights dimmed, and it seemed as if she was the only one left on the entire stage.

Song Yuhua, who had already done a good job in her heart and felt that she could face it normally, suddenly became nervous again, she took a deep breath, her heart beat faster, her face pretended to be calm, and she smiled slightly: "Hello judges, I am Song Yuhua, the No. 10 contestant......"

After a long list of introductions to the costumes, Song Yuhua secretly exhaled, carefully observed the faces of the judges, and when he saw their smiles, he was immediately relieved, even if it was not the top three, at least this game would not be eliminated.

The fact is indeed as she thought, after the sixteen contestants showed their costumes, several judges discussed, and regretfully and cruelly read out the names of the eight contestants who were about to be eliminated.

There is no Song Yuhua in it, and there is no Xiong Ailan.