Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

Song Yuening stood under the spotlight and looked at the judges and teachers sitting not far away. She could clearly hear the beating speed of her heart in her chest, which was accelerating.

She had a hunch that the requirements put forward by the judging teachers would definitely not be simple.

"I'm very grateful to the judges for giving me this opportunity, but one hour...isn't it a bit too long?"

Sure enough, after Song Yuening's voice fell, the judge teacher who spoke first nodded and looked at Song Yuening with a look of sympathy and pity.

"Contestant Song Yuening, you don't need to be in a hurry to thank us. The person you should thank the most is actually yourself."

"It's all because of your outstanding performance in the preliminary round that we are willing to give you such an opportunity, because we also want to see what a stunning work this talented designer like you can bring us."

After the judge teacher finished saying this, he paused and continued.

"I give you one hour because you have to draw your costume design within this hour and then rush to produce the finished product. If you can't do it, then you can leave the competition stage now."

As expected, she knew that no pie fell in vain.

After listening to the words of the judge teacher, Song Yuening slowly clenched her hands hanging on her sides. She bit her lip tightly, and her teeth left clear tooth marks on her lower lip.

Within an hour, not only the design draft must be drawn, but also the finished garment must be produced, which is extremely difficult for any fashion designer.

When she fell silent, the other contestants beside her made no secret of their malice and began to jeer in low voices.

"If you don't have confidence, get out of here and don't waste our time. Why should we waste time with you here?"

"You can talk about a genius designer, that's all. Didn't you pretend to be very capable before? Why are you giving in now? If you have so little courage, why are you participating in the competition?"

Such cold words reached Song Yuening's ears. There was no blood on her face, and her face was frighteningly pale, but she had already made up her mind.

After taking a deep breath, she raised her head sharply, her clear eyes full of determination at the moment.

"No matter what, I am still very happy that the judges and teachers are willing to give me this opportunity. I agree that within an hour, I will definitely come up with a work that will satisfy all the teachers."

"Excuse me, judges and teachers, can I go backstage to prepare now?"

Under the spotlight, Song Yuening's beautiful face showed no fear, only stubbornness and persistence.

She had worked hard to get to this point, and even put in so much effort to participate in the recalculation. No matter what, she would never give up.

Isn’t it just an hour? Then give it a try, what if a miracle happens?

Song Yuening walked towards the backstage under everyone's gaze.

She heard the doubts in the audience and the cynicism from other contestants.

But she was not affected at all. There was only one thing on her mind at the moment.

That is, no matter what, she will win this rematch and successfully enter the finals!

……

Song Yuening had guessed that the next hour would be difficult for her, but she never expected that she would be targeted so obviously.

Each fashion designer participating in the competition will be assigned an assistant by the organizer to assist.

But when Song Yuening returned to the backstage, she wanted to find the staff. When he asked where his assistant was, he received a pitiful and sympathetic look from the other party. "I'm sorry, this player. Due to your own reasons, the assistant has been transferred to other players to help. You may need to work hard by yourself next."

Song Yuening didn't expect that she would hear such news. She looked at the staff in front of her in disbelief and couldn't help but question.

"But without an assistant, how can I complete such a huge task independently?"

The staff originally just followed the instructions conveyed to her and truthfully informed Song Yuening.

Now that he heard her say this, he shrugged his shoulders, looking like he pitied her but was helpless.

"Sorry, I don't know about that."

"But I know if you don't start, you're going to waste ten minutes. Good luck to you."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Song Yuening glanced at the time subconsciously. After realizing that she had wasted three minutes, she tried to calm herself down and continued to outline the clothing style she wanted to design in her mind, while cheering herself up.

It doesn't matter. I just don't have an assistant, right?

At the beginning, when she was in the mountain gym with no one around her, didn't she complete the clothing design work independently?

Now as long as she calms down, she can still finish it within the specified time.

"Mom! What's going on? Where is your work? Why is it missing? Has it been taken away?"

Just when Song Yuening was thinking about how she should design new clothes, an anxious child's voice sounded.

Song Yuening's thoughts were suddenly interrupted, but she was not unhappy at all. Instead, she looked at Song Nian'an running towards her and asked in disbelief, raising her voice.

"Nian An? Why are you here?"

She came to participate in the competition today by herself. The day before she came, she had just sent Song Nian'an to Xie's house and asked Xie Zitao to help take care of her.

Listening to Song Yuening's questions, Song Nian'an felt guilty for a moment.

Because she sneaked out of Xie's house without telling Xie Zitao, her purpose was to see with her own eyes what Song Yuening looked like when she participated in the competition. It would be best to watch her win the rematch and successfully enter the finals.

But she didn't expect that she would see Song Yuening standing on the competition stage, looking helpless.

She had witnessed how much effort Song Yuening had put into the costume design draft, and she could naturally understand the turmoil in her heart beneath her calm appearance, so she was particularly worried that she would not be able to bear the pressure due to too much pressure, and would not be able to take care of herself. He would be scolded if he appeared in front of her, and he would rush from the front desk to the backstage of the competition to care for her.

Song Yuening looked at Song Nian'an who was looking at her with concern. For a moment, her heart surged with warmth. She tugged at the corners of her mouth as if she was crying, and she knelt down and hugged Song Nian'an in her arms, hugging her tightly.

No one knew how tense her spirit was. To her, Song Nian'an's appearance was like a drowning person grabbing a piece of driftwood, making her feel at ease and relaxed.

"Thank you for coming, Nian'an. If you weren't here, mom would really have to..."

Song Nian'an didn't know what Song Yuening was whispering, but he just patted her back clumsily with his hands and comforted her softly.

"Mom, don't be sad. I'm here to help you. You will be able to submit a work that satisfies the judges and teachers within an hour!"