my primitive boyfriend

Chapter 185: The Game Begins (2)
Besides, even if you are studying women's clothing design, but you are a tough guy, are you going to make up and dress yourself up as a woman?Or bite the bullet and design menswear that you have never studied before?
No matter which one, it makes people want to spit out the Three Character Classic!
Therefore, this game is really cheating, no wonder everyone complains!

Even though this strange competition has no limit to complaints, some people have recognized the reality, seized the time, and quickly went forward to find the fabrics and decorations they needed. After all, it is not their style to retreat in spite of difficulties.

Seeing this scene, other people who were still complaining could only look at the time on the clock and walked forward reluctantly. No matter what, the result of trying is much better than not trying!

At this time, in another room, a screen that almost occupied the entire wall stood in the middle, and several important figures sat on the chairs in front of it.

In addition to Owen who had appeared before, there was also a man and a woman. The three of them were watching the participants' every move intently.

If someone is here and recognizes them, they will be extra surprised and shocked, because these three people already represent the trend of international cutting-edge fashion, and they are very famous all over the world.

The resolution of the screen on the wall is very high, and any subtle movements of everyone in the hall can be clearly seen by them.

"The quality of this year's children is not too high!" Owen shook his head, seeing the dejected expressions of most people, and some even couldn't keep calm and calm, and became irritable and nervous.

They are all top seedlings from various countries, and they have unlimited prospects in the future, but it is precisely because of this that they become somewhat proud and arrogant. When faced with such a small setback, they cannot even maintain their composure.

"Owen, you also said that they are all just children." Another gentle female voice defended them, with a fashionable and distinctive dressing style, bright and confident smile, she is the "Queen of Design"— — Angel!

"But." Owen looked at the screen, his face full of hatred, and he still wanted to make some excuses, but was interrupted by Iss.

"Owen, after all these years, why are you still so irritable? Let's just wait here and see if you don't see it?" Iss is also well-known in men's clothing design, and he is extremely talented.

At this time, the participants in the hall didn't even know that their actions and expressions were being seen one by one, and they were too busy now!

They didn't realize the urgency of time until they realized it now!

Although there are 24 hours a day, it sounds like a lot, but they have to do it one by one from drawing design drawings to creating and adjusting the physical objects, which is an impossible task in the eyes of most people!
Some of them sometimes took more than a day just to perfect the design, not to mention there are so many other processes now!

But at this moment, if you can't do it, you have to do it!
According to what Owen said just now, if the task cannot be completed before nine o'clock tomorrow morning, this work will lose the qualification for the competition, and it can only be displayed in vain. After all, an unfinished costume is no matter how good it is , is also worthless.

If a soldier who doesn't want to be a general is not a good soldier, then a designer who doesn't want his work to be on the runway is not a standard designer!
Zi Luo was among the first to react, so he took the lead in picking a corner.

Because all people have to complete the design and production in the hall, only this place has few people coming and going, it is very secluded, very suitable for drawing design drafts and making clothes by yourself.

Jane Ren and Joe thought so too.

In the chaos and noise, several people looked at each other and smiled, and started their own creation.

Although Zi Luo has worked for a period of time, he has never been involved in fashion design. Fortunately, when he was studying at the Central Art School, Zi Luo chose a fashion design as an elective.

She didn't take the lead in picking fabrics and decorations like others. Owen said before that these things can be replenished. Compared with this, Ziluo is more worried about the design draft.

The preparation time this time was not long, only 24 hours. With Qi Luo's speed, the time to complete the design draft and manufacture the finished product could barely make up!

In other words, there is only one chance to complete the real object. If it fails, there will be no chance to come back. Moreover, Zi Luo's previous study can only be called theory on paper, and there is no actual operation.

This undoubtedly made Zi Luo even more nervous.

Recalling what Owen said before, Zillo still knows his figure very well, but the most important thing is the word "suitable"!
The outfit that suits you best?
Easier said than done!

There are too many styles of women's clothing, people are like their clothes, loli type, imperial sister type, energetic type, pure type, queen type, each type has different dressing styles.

And which one is most suitable for you?
This dress should not only reflect your appearance, but also take into account your connotation and temperament, and express the meaning of dressing that you want to convey. This is the most difficult thing!

Because in this world, the person you know and don't know best is yourself!
There are plenty of design tools on everyone's design table. Zillo took a pencil that he was all too familiar with, and tried to draw the clothes he wanted on paper.

But the drawing paper is blank!
She can't figure it out at all!
Putting down the paper and pen in his hand, Qi Luo got up, walked to the mirror, and looked at his appearance and figure.

It has been so long, from study to work, she seems to have never observed herself so carefully, nor has she noticed that she has already changed.

The ugly girl in the past seems to have undergone a metamorphosis now. The change from an ugly duckling to a white swan does not only exist in fairy tales.

She looked at herself in the mirror. In fact, her facial features did not change much, but more of her temperament. After experiencing so many things, she learned too much.

Looking at the people in the mirror, there seemed to be smiling figures in front of Qi Luo, Lin Ye, Qi Yue, Qi's father, and Qi's mother.

In an instant, her heart was blissful, and Zi Luo smiled. She already knew what kind of clothes she wanted to wear.

Picking up the pen and paper again, Qi Luo no longer hesitated, the sound of "shua shua" and the flowing style of writing were smooth.

But even so, compared to other people, Zi Luo's speed has been much slower. When she was drawing the design draft, someone had already started to make the real thing.

(End of this chapter)