rward and pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.The icy touch crept up his fingertip, urging him to hold her, to kiss her, to possess her with force.His few remaining shreds of rationality kept..."I never intended to step into the design industry, but because of you, you gave me the opportunity. These past few days, I've rediscovered my confidence. In your eyes, this is just a piece of work, but for me, it's a reminder of my dream."

"So, I have to win this battle. Now, it's my turn to save face for you."

"But…" it's hard.

Before she could even finish her sentence, Yue Wan saw Menglan already carrying a paint bucket and some cutting tools onto the stage.

Her palm was clenched into a fist, she didn't say much, silently cheering her on.

For some reason, she just believed in Menglan.

How would you describe this woman

She may seem alluring, but her charm is far from vulgar.

Though she may appear unassuming and non-confrontational, there's an undeniable hint of arrogance beneath the surface. 向晚 often believes that truly intelligent women should embody her approach: worldly-wise without being consumed by it.

The models lined up on the runway in the center, and Menglan walked to them, taking the microphone from the host.

That composed gaze, paying attention to the expression of every audience member in the stands.

"Hello everyone, I'm Menglan, a designer from the Xiangshi Group."

Her self-introduction did not elicit applause.

More voices were filled with condemnation. Some criticized her as a worthless designer, while others scolded the Xiangshi Group for being reckless and hiring her. They said she was unremarkable and nothing special.

Facing the stage filled with hostile expressions, Menglan kept a composed facade, gripping the microphone tightly, and continued speaking in a firm and resolute tone.

"I hope everyone can take some time to listen to me introduce my design concept. Originally, I designed this dress called 'Fierce Life,' mainly in white. What I want to express is growth towards the sun."

But unfortunately, just before I went on stage, there was a little accident with my dress. It got splashed with ink.

As soon as she spoke, the audience's hostile voices grew even louder.

On the field, no one will have sympathy for you.

"Since that's the case, why are you even here This is a runway show, not your platform to sell sympathy. What you're doing is simply disrespectful to the designers!" The speaker was the only female judge present.

She wore oversized black-rimmed glasses and had a serious expression.

Menglan knew her. In the design circle, everyone called her: a typical "extinction master"!

"I've never thought of disrespecting design in any way." Menglan gripped the microphone tightly, her eyes resolute. "I just want to ask a few teachers for ten minutes of their time."

"Oh" the female judge sneered, "You wouldn't be saying that in just ten minutes, you can bring this dress back to life, would you"

"Yes."

"You're crazy!" the female judge chuckled, shaking her head.

This is simply impossible, she directly treated Meilan as crazy and called for bodyguards to drive her away.

Dreamland's face was extremely ugly. I didn't expect this female judge to be so difficult to deal with.

As she was racking her brains for a solution, she noticed the male judge sitting on the edge, in a flamboyant blue dress, casually smirking.

Hold on, why the rush I actually think this girl is interesting. Let's give her ten minutes. Ms. Wang, you're in such a hurry, you'd think you were rushing home to breastfeed your child!

"You... Third Brother, can you die if you just shut your mouth" The female judge glared at him angrily.

Those in the know will understand that this 'Master Extinction' is a typical child-free DINK. So, children are a source of pain for her.

Menglan's eyes swept across the judges, a strange feeling washing over her about their relationship. But before she could dwell on it, she hurriedly bowed in thanks.

Thank you to the judges.

After saying that, she didn't wait for a response and directly carried the paint and tools to the models' faces. She knelt on the ground and began seriously modifying their clothes.

Her hands were nimble. She first took scissors to trim the outline of the garment, then grabbed colored pencils to cover the damaged gold on the clothing, carefully coloring it in with focus.

Half the time had passed, and the audience erupted in a chorus of gasps:

"What kind of design concept is this The original white dress, and the bottom half was actually changed to black by her!"

"Who knows But looking at it… it's actually quite good-looking"

Meng Lan was completely unaffected by the discussions, and focused all her attention on creating the gown.

But to accomplish this in such a short time is clearly exceptionally difficult.

Under the yellowish light, one could see that beads of sweat had already formed on her forehead.

After trimming the last snip, she put away her scissors, raised her wrist to check the time, and let out a sigh of relief when she saw that exactly ten minutes had passed.

And yet, strangely enough, the audience that had been riled up all night fell uncharacteristically silent at this moment. The silence was so profound that Menglan felt a pang of unease.

This design concept she adopted is very bold and leans towards a dark aesthetic.

She had been out of the design world for many years and had no idea if this style would be well-received by the audience.

But it was done, and there was no chance to regret. Menglan lowered her head, deliberately slowing down the pace at which she packed away the paint buckets, giving herself time to calm down before turning to face the audience.

He didn't raise his head, he just bowed deeply.

She... tried her best!

"Your name is Menglan" A male judge's voice echoed in her ear after a long silence.

"Yes."

Speaking now was "Lao San," the one who had just helped her out of a tight spot. He had changed from his usual carefree attitude, now focusing intently on the draft in his hands, "How about we start by hearing your ideas"

Hearing this, Menglan's fingers gripped the phone tightly, her heart beating with excitement.

If you have the chance to be introduced, then you have the chance to win.

She cleared her throat and then spoke, “Actually, if you must ask about my design concept, I’m sorry, this is just a last-minute work. There was no preparation.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the third brother raised his palm to support his chin, a spark of excitement in his eyes. He smiled softly.

"You're being quite honest."

“As a fashion designer, I believe it is important to maintain an honest and respectful attitude towards one's own creations. Because of this honesty, I am invincible.”

Menglan's tone was firm, and after that, she wasn't as nervous. She slightly raised her head, a confident smile playing on her lips.

Let me introduce my work first. I named it “Nirvana.” It is mainly in black and gold tones, representing a person in desperation who grasps the last sliver of hope, ultimately reborn as a phoenix.

After Menglan finished her introduction, she winked at the announcer. As the music began to play, the models started walking down the runway.

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