Lu Yang was slightly shocked when he saw the message on his phone, "Sister Mang, who are you looking for?"
"Lanting." Gu Mang glanced at him, said two words lightly, put in his earphones and lay down on the table to sleep.
When Lu Yang heard this, his eyes were full of disbelief.
What did Sister Mang just say
Lanting? !
When Xiaopang heard the name, he turned around in reaction and suppressed his excitement, "Brother Yang, you know Lanting, right? That is a brand that is popular on the world fashion stage. Is Sister Mang really looking for them?"
Would a designer of this caliber design clothes for students like them
Lu Yang stared blankly at the sleeping girl.
…
Zhou Nan has been looking at the design manuscript he picked up in the trash can that night for the past few days.
I don’t know if it’s from my own dormitory or another dormitory.
People often come to their dormitory, and it is possible that other students come to their dormitory to draw pictures, but in the end they are not satisfied and throw them away.
But the clothes designed in this picture are really beautiful. How could the author be dissatisfied
Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zhou Nan thought for a while, took a picture and sent it to her cousin, "Cousin, does this look good to you?"
The message came back quickly, "Where did you get this picture?"
Zhou Nan replied: "I picked it up in our dormitory."
Zhou Xintang put down the picture album and pen in her hand, frowned, picked up her phone, and zoomed in on the picture.
The slightly sloppy lines outline the charm of a piece of clothing, as graceful as a mighty dragon.
A very tricky design style, charming but not vulgar, gorgeous and stunning, and a bit fairy-like.
Zhou Xintang's heart tightened, she clicked Save, and then asked: "Is this the only one?"
"Yes." Zhou Nan glanced at the manuscript on his lap, "Cousin, can you make this dress? It feels so beautiful."
The light in Zhou Xintang's eyes was very bright, "I will go near your school at noon, and you can bring the manuscript to me."
…
get out of class ends at noon.
Zhou Nan walked out of the school gate and saw Zhou Xintang waiting at the door. He smiled at her, "Cousin." Zhou Xintang nodded, "Have you brought the design drawings?"
"Oh, I brought it." Zhou Nan took out the neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket.
It had been crumpled into a ball and the paper was crumpled.
Zhou Xintang stared at the manuscript, his eyes never blinking, and he pursed his lips to restrain his excitement.
"Zhou Nan, have you shown this manuscript to others?" she asked.
Zhou Nan looked at her strangely, "No, cousin, why do you ask that?"
Zhou Xintang's eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "It's okay, just ask casually, remember this and don't tell others."
Zhou Nan is the silent type in the Zhou family, so Zhou Xintang occasionally speaks to her. She listens to Zhou Xintang's words, "I understand."
On the way back to school, Zhou Xintang was distracted.
As soon as she got out of the taxi, she walked into the Experimental Middle School with her eyes lowered. Finally, she took out her mobile phone and sent a picture to her teacher.
After the first class, Zhou Xintang was about to check WeChat to see if there was any news.
The cell phone rang suddenly. It was the teacher's call.
As soon as the connection was connected, an impatient voice came from the other side, "Xintang, did you draw this?"
Zhou Xintang didn't answer the question. He put one hand in his pocket and held the paper tightly, "Teacher, what do you think of this design draft?"
"How's it going?" The teacher couldn't restrain his excitement, "I can tell you this, if this picture is taken into this year's designer competition, you will definitely be the well-deserved first place!"
Zhou Xintang froze in his seat, the noise in the classroom became a blurry background, and he felt faintly bored.
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