The competition is allowed to bring an assistant, and Song Xueyan is An Qin's most trusted and relied on friend, so this responsibility naturally falls on her.

She made a fatal mistake to believe this girl who stood next to An Chen.

Not only was she killed, but she also faced the fate of not being able to escape from the clutches of the devil.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I was in such a hurry that I didn't notice a hook here. Song Xueyan took the work of only half of the yarn clothes left, explained and apologized.

Her eyes glistened with tears, and she looked like she wanted to die to apologize.

This bony, finale long gauze skirt is ruined like this.

An Chen is using Song Xueyan's hand to prevent her from winning the championship.

"Get out-"

Angry like a beast out of the cage, An Qin pointed to the back door and roared at Song Xueyan.

Song Xueyan saw An Qin so angry for the first time, her little face turned pale with fright, she moved her lips and wanted to defend herself, but in the end she gave up handing over the broken skirt to the model next to her and hung her head to leave.

What to do?

What to do?

What to do?

The whole 8 works must be displayed at the same time, and if she does not meet the basic requirements of the competition, not to mention winning the championship, she will be disqualified from participating in the competition.

This was an opportunity that took her a month to convince An Chen to win, and she had to hold on tightly.

But...... There are still a few minutes to play.

An Qin held the flower-like skirt in her hand, wanting to cry without tears.

Anqin, calm down!

Think of a way, and you'll be able to do it!

There was a voice in the bottom of her heart cheering her on.

An Qin took a deep breath, her brain racing, and she revised the original blueprint in her mind, looking for the quickest solution.

A minute later, she got the results.

She ran to discuss with the field manager and asked them to arrange for her group to play last, and she had ten minutes to go.

There is a makeshift workshop for designers in the background in case of emergency.

An Qin spread the torn skirt on the workbench and cut it skillfully......

…… Leng Yue, who was supposed to sit on the judges' bench and wait for a wonderful performance, was standing in the corner of the backstage at this time, and the gloom could not hide her stunning appearance and extraordinary temperament.

The backstage of the Ruda seems to be a chaotic scene, but it follows its unique order.

She focused her attention on the girl who was in danger, as if everything around her had disappeared, and every slight movement of the other party was clearly visible to her.

The girl is like an angel who has fallen into the world, pure and beautiful. However, what is even more attractive is the other party's aura of talent, from the preliminary round to the present, every work is so amazing, deeply shocked her, who has always been meticulous.

This is a girl who not only has a beautiful appearance, but also has an interesting soul, just like her.

The competition begins, and the girl is still fully engaged in the work of sewing the dress, trying to survive in a conspiracy.

"I'm really looking forward to it!" Leng Yue withdrew her gaze and returned to the judges' seat in front of the court.

…… An Qin threw herself into the work in front of her, and a minute before the model came on the stage, she finally changed the broken skirt to a beveled skirt, and even raced against time to hand-tie a light gauze rose around her waist.

"Ready to play!" The fifth group of works has been displayed, and the field affairs urge An Qin.

An Qin put all the distractions behind him, checked the model's outfit as quickly as possible, and then led everyone to the stage.

Ethereal music sounded, and models dressed in her painstaking creations took the stage one after another, like fairyland elves, like a dream.

Everyone is transported into a magical world, as if the dreams of their youth have become reality at this time.