180 on stage
When Ting'er told her this rumor before, she had heard it, but she didn't expect to hear it again from her classmates today.
"I'm not nurtured!" It is simple and clear, explaining the truth of the facts, and then another sentence, "Besides, even if I am really nurtured, everyone is equal before the opportunity."
After speaking, without waiting for the girls to react, they turned around and continued to make preparations.
Several girls were asking for no fun, staring at Chu Huan in annoyance, and then a few heads came together again, muttering.
Fang Ting'er walked to Chu Huan's side, admiringly, "Huanhuan, for people like them, you should be like this, you are welcome!"
"Well, I know, the more polite, the better the other party will be." Chu Huan still has this recognition.
Fang Ting'er smiled, looked at the fashion designed by Chu Huan worn by the model, and looked at Chu Huan, who was serious about playing with accessories, and said in a low voice, "But in fact, you have Xiao Moye's help. It’s very easy. There is no need to worry about whether it will be favored by design masters."
Chu Huan raised her head and glanced at her friend strangely, "Ting'er, the clothing design thing is ultimately bought by the public. Even if Xiao Moye really helped me enter a good foreign company, if the things I designed cannot sell It's useless to go out." She hopes to be able to win opportunities with her true ability. Of course, she really didn’t think about the quota of foreign companies. Although she compared it horizontally, her design was pretty good, but from the perspective of the whole department, she was really not the 5 most outstanding ones. What's more, the recruitment of the other party would also look at it. The usual grades, and Chu Huan's usual design grades, are only at an intermediate level in the class.
Fang Ting'er hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I was the one who said the wrong thing."
"It's okay." Chu Huan shrugged, but didn't care.
At 9:30, the design was launched. Looking out from the backstage, there are a lot of people. Of course, most of them are school students, and many of these people are in the clothing department. Sophomore and junior.
To Chu Huan's surprise, Cai Xi also came to see the design exhibition and came backstage to greet her.
After chatting for a few words, Cai Xi asked, "Chu Huan, have you seen Lieutenant Colonel Duan recently?"
"No." In fact, she was a little vacant in this answer. Some time ago, she met Duan Tang face to face in the corridor of her apartment.
"You must also know about the micro-movie. Du Hai and the others have been to Lieutenant Colonel Duan several times in the past few days, but they have not been able to tell him to help." Cai Xi looked at Chu Huan, "It's strange, before. Lieutenant Colonel Duan was quite willing to help with the micro-movie matters, but this time it was like this."
Chu Huan's expression was a little unnatural, "Maybe there is a reason."
Cai Xi snorted slightly, "Maybe."
At this time, Chu Huan could only hope that Xiao Moye said that there was a way to save the micro-film. There was really a way.
Because there are 6 classes in the graduating class of the Fashion Department, the design exhibition is divided into 6 batches from morning to afternoon. Chu Huan’s class is in the second batch, and the time is good. After that, it’s time for lunch.
In order to cope with the stage, Chu Huan's clothes today are also very carefully prepared. They are the most expensive of her own clothes. Of course, what she calls expensive, which is the kind of several hundred yuan, is in the villa with Xiao Moye. The tens of thousands of clothes prepared for her in here are not comparable.
Chu Huan didn't feel embarrassed to wear clothes that Xiao Moye bought. Although they looked good, they could wear them to school. Everyone here knows how much clothes cost. It's a bit exaggerated.
"Huanhuan, why don't you change your shoes?" Fang Ting'er looked at the sneakers on Chu Huan's feet. She knew that Chu Huan had specially prepared a pair of black high heels with a 5-inch heel in order to match her clothes.
That pair of shoes Chu Huan usually wears very little. Basically, they are used for some "important" occasions. From the time I bought them to the present, I can count the number of times I wear them with 5 fingers.
"I put the locker in, and I'll change it when it's my turn to play." Chu Huan said, as for high heels, she rarely wears high heels, and still prefers flat shoes.
However, when he is officially on the court, he has to wear it if he is not used to it. Stepping on 5-inch high heels, Chu Huan and her models appeared on stage. According to the process, she should first walk to the forefront side of the T stage, and then introduce one by one as the models display each piece of clothing.
There were a lot of people in the audience, and even several reporters who were invited by the school came. The school hopes that this graduation design exhibition will make the school famous.
Chu Huan's heart was beating, and she looked down the stage, but she didn't even know what she was looking at. It seemed that they were looking at these people in the audience, but they didn't seem to be looking at them. Nervous... Nervous! Especially when the flash of the camera flashed, she became even more nervous.
Taking a deep breath, she walked forward step by step on her high heels. Seeing that she was about to reach the designated microphone, the heel of her left foot crooked at this moment.
Snapped!
In Chu Huan's ears, he could clearly hear the sound of the heel breaking, as well as his instinctive exclamation. The body staggered uncontrollably and rushed forward, just as he was about to fall towards the stage.
For an instant, some people in the audience were surprised, some worried, and some were gloating. The flashes flashed more intensely at this moment.
On the runway, there may be any accidents, Chu Huan also thought about it, such as stepping on the skirt, walking crappy, or running out of clothes, clothes slipping off the body, etc., but he never thought that the heel would break. Thing.
This chance is too small!
But by the way, she "won the lottery" just like that. Seeing that she was betting on the stage, the surroundings were empty, making her want to pull nothing, and the model was too far behind her. There was no time to run over at all.
Apart from screaming, she only had her eyes closed, waiting for her to fall into the mud.
Chu Huan's body fell straight down, and most of her body had already fallen out of the runway... A figure rushed closer, and at the moment her face almost hit the ground, it suddenly caught her. waist.
The sturdy arms firmly fixed her falling body, and in the next moment, she fell into a broad embrace.
So familiar and so natural.
In her ear, she heard a voice that was supposed to be elegant and magnificent, but at the moment there was an anxious voice, "Huan, how is it, did you hurt it?"