Mr. Xie, he loves me every day

In addition to Xie Mingyuan knowing about Song Yuening's successful advancement in the semi-finals that day, there was another person who also learned about it.

Chen Yingxue sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the night view of City A outside the window. The neon lights were dazzling and the traffic flow was endless.

She clenched her fingers slightly as she held the phone. Listening to the female voice coming from the other end of the phone, the flickering light in her eyes was frightening.

"She actually made it to the finals?"

The woman on the other end of the phone responded softly in a breathy voice.

"Yes."

"Yingxue, don't worry, I didn't expect her to make it to the finals. But this just shows her strength. Only in this way can she be worthy of being your love rival."

Chen Yingxue listened to the other party's comfort, but there was no joy in her heart. Instead, she only had endless resentment and unwillingness.

Why can Song Yuening pass the rematch under such circumstances?

She has obviously done everything she can, so why is Song Yuening still able to stand on this competition field?

"I just don't accept it. Why does everything seem to go smoothly for her, and she will get whatever she wants in the end, but I can only hold on to the things that slipped through her fingers?"

Chen Yingxue gave a wry smile and opened her mouth to tell the person on the other end of the phone the sadness in her heart.

"All my friends around me don't understand me. Why do I have to worry about these things with her? As long as you can understand me, only you can understand how sad I am."

"Dior, you are on my side, right?"

If Song Yuening were here, she would be surprised when she heard the content of this conversation and what Chen Yingxue called the woman on the other end of the phone.

Because Dior is the master judge of the finals of the Rd Designer Competition.

In other words, if Song Yuening wants to win the championship title in the finals, her work must go through Dior's hands, and the final score will be determined by Dior.

But Master Dior and Chen Yingxue are good friends who no one knows, and the relationship between Chen Yingxue and Song Yuening is now a "love rival" that has been broken.

As long as there is such a relationship, it is destined that Song Yuening will not win the championship in the finals, and she is destined to miss this honor.

On the other end of the phone.

Dior was wearing a silk nightgown, half-reclining on the recliner, listening to Chen Yingxue's aggrieved cry and intermittent complaining voice, and a touch of distress and anger towards Song Yuening, a woman she had never met, appeared on her face with deep facial features.

I really don’t know what kind of ability this so-called genius designer who is praised by the outside world for his extraordinary talent and God’s reward can be able to enchant Chen Yingxue’s boyfriend.

"Yingxue, don't be anxious or angry. The finals will be in a few days. Then I will help you find out what is going on with Song Yuening."

Dior coaxed Chen Yingxue in a slightly clumsy way, and after repeated assurances, Chen Yingxue was able to break her tears into laughter again.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Yingxue gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and her tone was much more relaxed than before.

"Dear, thank you for being willing to listen to what I said, and thank you for being willing to vent your anger for me. You are really my best friend. Without you, I really can't imagine what I would do."

Dior listened with a smile on his face.

"Yingxue, we are good friends. You are also the first friend I made after coming to China. If I don't help you, who should I help?"

After receiving Dior's assurance, Chen Yingxue chatted with her for a few more words before hanging up the phone.

Looking at the night scene outside the window, Chen Yingxue put her forehead against the floor-to-ceiling window glass, stared at her dark pupils reflected in the window, and murmured almost silently.

"Song Yuening, I won't let you be so lucky forever. I will let you know that there is always one thing you want that you can't get..."

It is impossible for people to have smooth sailing all their lives. Just like Chen Yingxue, even if she is born into a wealthy family, there are still things she cannot help but do.

How could Song Yuening, a bumpkin from a remote country, live a better life than her?

... Several spotlights converged and shone on the competition stage.

The participating designers lined up on the competition stage, watching their works and design drafts turn in front of the judges and teachers, and everyone's heart was in their throats.

If they can reach this point, who is not a genius?

But this is not enough. There are countless players who are eliminated by Rd ​​every year. They may also become one of them and become the denominator to set off the champion.

But no one is willing to be someone else's foil. If possible, they also hope to stand to the end in this competition.

"I don't know where you got the courage to send this kind of work to me. I just find it extremely ridiculous."

"Are you kidding me? Oh, my God, should I praise you? Although your design talent is extremely poor, you have a good sense of humor?"

Listening to Master Dior's eccentric comments, the contestants lowered their heads one after another, looking extremely humiliated.

Dior looked at the expressions of the contestants on the stage that were either dissatisfied, angry, or dissatisfied, and he sneered in his heart.

The group of designers standing on the stage now all claim that they are destined to be extraordinary and that God will reward them with food. What is the result?

Each of the works she took out was uglier than the last, and her eyes felt dirty just by looking at them.

I really don’t know how they had the nerve to bring these works to the Rd competition venue.

One design contestant after another was eliminated by Dior without hesitation, and there were fewer and fewer contestants on the competition stage.

Song Yuening could clearly feel that a sharp gaze fell on her, looking her over from beginning to end.

The malice in that look was particularly obvious, making Song Yuening almost subconsciously vigilant.

Because she discovered that the owner of that gaze was none other than Master Dior who was currently sitting on the referee's bench.

Song Yuening looked at the other party's scrutinizing eyes on her, and felt a little uneasy for a moment.

She didn't know what she had done wrong to cause this famous master in the design circle to look at her like this.

But one thing she was sure of was that she was going to be in trouble next time.

as predicted.

After Dior read Song Yuening's design draft, he snorted coldly.

"I know you, your name is Song Yuening, right?"

Song Yuening picked up the microphone and responded politely.

"Yes, Mr. Dior, I am Song Yuening. I am honored to hear your comments on my work in today's competition."

"Oh?"

The meaning of Dior is unclear.

"It's an honor for you, but for me... it's a disappointment."

When these words came out, the scene suddenly went into an uproar.

No other reason, just because these words are more serious than the previous comment.

This made the players present speculate on Dior's intention of doing this.

Could it be that he didn't like Song Yuening, so he made things difficult for her like this?