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Chapter 258

"From the 1st to the 20th, get ready, it's time to go on stage!"

Hearing the staff's words, the entire rest area was ready and uneasy...

The male host in a suit walked onto the big stage.

"Dear viewers, fellow contestants, and fellow judges, good morning to everyone! I'm glad that you all came to participate in the annual China Cup Fashion Design Competition."

"Over the years, this competition has selected many outstanding designers who have gone out of China and gone global, importing our Chinese culture into more countries through clothing..."

"Today we are honored to invite authoritative figures in this industry, Fu Jia, president of the China Fashion Designers Association, Shirley, fashion editor-in-chief, Tian Lan, president of the Women's Wear Association, Mei Ying, president of Fashion Times, and Li Yihan, president of Liming

, five influential figures serve as our judges today, everyone welcomes them with applause."

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

"At the same time, the two hundred spectators in the audience are the elites of our industry, including famous designers, senior fashion scholars, fashion experts, fashion experts, etc. They will vote on the spot to increase the fairness of our competition.

Impartiality…”

"Ouyan, what should I do? I'm a little nervous." Yin Panpan stood behind the crowd, looking in the direction of the stage. She didn't know what the host said and was trembling slightly.

"You are not afraid of so many people watching the live broadcast, but now there are only two hundred viewers in the audience, are you nervous?" Ou Yan was still playing games when he said this.

"You have a really strong psychological quality..."

Now I still have time to play mobile phones and games!

Several designers around him turned pale with fear.

"Otherwise? Does being nervous help?" Ou Yan asked casually.

Yin Panpan shook his head.

"Since being nervous is useless and will affect your performance, why not adjust your mentality and face it bravely?"

After listening to Ou Yan's words, several designers around him suddenly realized that it makes sense...

Why does she look so clear-headed at such a young age?

"There are one hundred and twenty designers participating in the competition today. Now I will announce the rules of the first round. Each group of 20 designers will compete on stage together. In the end, there will only be thirty designers and their assistants.

Can advance to the second round.”

As soon as these words came out, the whole place was in an uproar.

Even the contestants are nervous…

"One hundred and twenty, in the end, only 30 made it to the second round. Three-quarters were eliminated at once!"

"Isn't it terrible?"

"I feel like the atmosphere is tense even before the game."

"I heard that there are several well-known private designers participating in the competition today. I don't know what kind of works they will bring."

"I heard that Yin Panpan, the designer who live-streamed the redesign that day, is also here to compete today."

"Ah? Really? I like her very much. What's her number?"

"I don't know either......"

The host smiled and announced, "Now, let us invite the first group of contestants to the stage with the warmest applause."

Li Yihan, who was sitting at the judges' table in the audience, looked at the big screen with an expressionless expression.

There were a total of twenty designers in the first group, with twenty assistants. He first scanned the faces of the designers, and none of them looked like his sister.

"What's Ouyan's number?" he asked the people around him in a low voice.

Mei Ying, the president of Fashion Times, was also confused, "Ou Yan? I haven't heard of such a person... Do you know Mr. Li? Wait a minute, I'll look for it..."

He rummaged through the information, but could not find the name Ou Yan among the list of one hundred and twenty designers.

"Let me take a look." Li Yihan took the information and scanned the list of designers. There was nothing there. Could it be the assistant?

Scan again, number 16.

He raised his eyes and instantly met the beautiful and outstanding face on the stage.


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