After finishing the design of the skirt, Song Yuran directed the stylist and makeup artist to style Huo Qingzhi.

Her requirements are very strict, down to the curvature of the hair curls and the shape of the bun.

In order to see the pattern on her back as much as possible, Song Yuran wanted to put her hair up in a bun, but the simple bun was too monotonous, so she wanted to make a braid based on the bun.

But she communicated with the hair stylist repeatedly, and the other party couldn't make the feeling she wanted. In desperation, she waved her hand, "I'll do it."

Weaving is not difficult, the difficulty lies in the position of weaving.

Usually, for the sake of beauty, they will be symmetrical, but Song Yuran is not an ordinary person. She only braided one side and asked the hair stylist to tie up the end of the hair.

The hair stylist looked at it and insisted on his profession, "This is not good, it is not symmetrical, it doesn't look good, or we should also weave one on the right side."

"Who stipulated that it must be symmetrical?" Song Yuran insisted on his own ideas, "Skirts are all irregular designs, so relative, hairdos don't have to be symmetrical. Design, don't always be the same, you need innovation to keep up with the times."

It is better for hair stylists to stick to their own principles in order to match the styling.

The negotiations between the two were fruitless, so they had to shift their targets to the parties concerned.

"Mr. Huo, which one do you think is better?" The two said in unison.

They seem to be very self-reliant.

The hair stylist has known Huo Qingzhi for a long time, and he will also serve her on some formal occasions. He has known her for much longer than the new secretary. He is very confident that the boss will stand on his professional point of view.

"Listen to Secretary Song." President Huo's words disillusioned the hair stylist.

In the end, could only do the hairstyle according to Song Yuran's idea. Before did it, didn't think so, but after finished it, took a closer look, and it was pretty good.

The barber just balanced it out.

"It's done. Let's pack up and go." Sister Mei clapped her hands in satisfaction after applying the last touch on Huo Qingzhi's face.

"Let me take a look." In order to achieve the best results, Song Yuran had to personally check every link.

No, the eyebrows are too thin, very similar to the style of painting more than ten years ago.

"These eyebrows add a sense of disharmony to the overall look." As she spoke, she picked up the eyebrow pencil, painted a few touches on the end of Huo Qingzhi's eyes, and then nodded with satisfaction, "Isn't that all right?"

The shape of the eyebrows can greatly affect the makeup of the whole face. The willow-leaf eyebrows give people a gentle and soft feeling. Song Yuran slightly accentuated the part at the end of the eyes, and the aura was raised a bit.

Paired with a pair of 8 cm sequined high heels, the sense of alienation of Kaolin Flower comes up.

Song Yuran admired her own work, nodded with satisfaction while holding her chin, and said with relief, "Well, it's really good."

After preparing everything, it was almost time to set off. Naturally, it was impossible to walk when the beauty came out. The driver had already driven the car downstairs to the hotel.

Although the walking distance was only more than 100 meters, it was impossible to take a car so quickly. The commercial vehicle drove straight forward for a few hundred meters and turned around at the next intersection when the green light came.

The sun outside was not as scorching as it was at noon, but it was very hot, and the car was fully air-conditioned.

It was so cold that Huo Qingzhi rubbed his arms involuntarily.

Song Yuran noticed her movements. It would be colder in the venue. He wanted to find a coat for her to put on, but there was no preparation in the car.

After thinking about it, she said, "Mr. Huo, are you cold?" She took off her coat, but at this moment, she remembered that the previous secretary had told her that Mr. Huo didn't like physical contact.

Her brain tensed up, and her body was faster than her brain. She put the coat she had taken off in front of her and sniffed it.

No sweat or other odors other than laundry detergent.

Her actions were caught by Huo Qingzhi's eyes, and he turned his head to watch her actions without saying a word.

"Uh" Song Yuran asked bravely, "May I lend you my coat?"

She had a hunch that the noble Mr. Huo would probably not accept it, and since she was seen, she could only ask politely.

Huo Qingzhi thought for a few seconds, then nodded, leaning his upper body in her direction.

Song Yuran brushed off her coat, and then put it on Huo Qingzhi. In order not to get her hairstyle, she moved very carefully.

In the process, it is inevitable to see Huo Qingzhi's neckline, the deep V design is particularly obvious from her angle.

This made her unavoidably think of her lack of flesh, and she felt sad for a while, why Huo Qingzhi and her are both aha, a size difference

Emotions are shown on his face. For the first time in Huo Qingzhi's life, when someone stares at his chest, the expression is not a look with deep meaning, but sadness.

I can't understand it a bit.

Arriving at the downstairs of Lu Deng again, the media surrounding the entrance had been almost evacuated, and the rest were reporters who were not invited to enter.

In order to prevent early leaks, the models who have changed their outfits will generally prohibit reporters from taking pictures, and they will only be allowed to take pictures after the competition.

As soon as she walked up the steps, Song Yuran heard someone calling her from behind.

"Sister Yuran"

Song Yu turned her head subconsciously. It turned out to be Li Tianming, a street photography photographer she knew before. After being plagiarized from a magazine publication, she had no contact with her because she had no job intersection. She is currently lying down.

"Oh, isn't this Xiao Ming?" Song Yuran stopped, and Huo Qingzhi, who was walking up the steps, also stopped and turned to look at them.

Li Tianming walked over quickly with a camera in his hand, stood under the steps and looked up at them, a little embarrassed and said, "Sister Yuran, are you also entering the competition? Can you take a photo for me?" After finishing speaking, he paused and said in a low voice, "I was able to go in, but it was late, and my colleagues all went in, so they asked me to wait outside."

"Aren't you a street photographer? You don't care about that." Song Yuran was a little surprised.

Li Tianming scratched his head, "I'm just a brick, and I can move it wherever I need it. Isn't this a rare event in the fashion industry?"

Song Yuran looked at the time, and according to the reports of those who stayed in the venue, there were still two designs ahead, so there was plenty of time.

After thinking about it for two seconds, he happily said, "Okay, I'll give you five minutes to take whatever you want, and there is only one request, beautiful"

Mr. Huo was arranged so clearly, several reporters gathered around and took a quick shot of her. Even in the daytime, the flashlight was a bit dazzling.

When the five minutes were up, Song Yuran pulled Huo Qingzhi inside.

Song Yuran knew that what she did just now was to kill first and then play later. When she entered the lobby, she explained to Huo Qingzhi, "Mr. Huo, I know that other models are not allowed to take pictures, for fear of leaking in advance."

"But I thought about it. We are in a special situation. It's our turn to play soon. In this short time, it is impossible to make a piece of clothing for nothing."

Mr. Huo didn't mean to be angry, but just glanced at her, and said lightly, "Aren't you just that?"

All in all, it took Song Yuran just over an hour to design this skirt from start to finish.

Song Yuran didn't hear it clearly, and continued to say, "Of course, that's not the purpose. After the competition is over, the models will come out to take pictures. When the time comes, the reporters will be dazzled and want to finish the shoot and go to the next one. There are so many models, everyone staysThe time is estimated to be only one minute, what highlights can be photographed?"

The more I thought about it, the more I felt that I was very witty, my little tail almost went up to the sky, and I smiled so much that I showed my two rows of teeth, and said triumphantly, "Am I very smart?"

Mr. Huo echoed perfunctorily, "Well, yes."

Backstage at just the right time, the previous model had just started the runway.

After the models walk the show, while waiting for the audience to vote, the designer will have an interview statement about the source of design inspiration. The previous speeches are completely about the abandoned works, which obviously do not apply to the current works.

Song Yu realized later that Huo Qingzhi was on stage, so who will be interviewed?

"It's our turn." Huo Qingzhi pulled up the hem of her skirt and said, "Wait for you to go on stage and explain."

"Ha..." Song Yu was stunned, and immediately refused, "No, I can't, I can't."

"Aren't you very smart?" Huo Qingzhi replied to her with Song Yuran's confident speech just now, making the person choke.

The host has already announced the curtain.

Song Yuran still has to fight for "I really can't do it"

"I trust you."

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Song Yuran felt that he was doing well again.

There is an LCD screen in the background, and you can see the pictures in the show.

After seeing the production process of this work and seeing the models up close, Song Yuran thought that there would be no disturbances.

But the dazzling light on the stage hit Huo Qingzhi, and she followed the beat of the music and walked towards the stage step by step. The audience who walked behind showed amazed expressions when they saw the painted paintings on their backs.

The colorful paintings on her back are dazzling, and at this moment she seems to be wearing a radiant light.

Song Yuran was a little dazed, her heart stopped beating suddenly.

After several years in the industry, it was the first time that I felt that my design had meaning.

After being reminded by the staff, she went on stage according to the guidelines. Before going on stage, her mind was confused and she couldn't think of the content of the explanation.

But when she stood beside the host, the world seemed to quiet down, and her heart gradually calmed down.

The organizer will register the information of the participating works half an hour before the start of the competition, and the tablet in the host's hand will also have corresponding relevant information.

After listening to a simple self-introduction, the host began to ask, "Designer Song, I saw that Jane Eyre's pre-registered entry did not match the model's, can you explain it?"

"It's like this." Song Yuran held the microphone tightly and turned on the flicker mode. "Our works are specially designed for models. But the models contacted us at the beginning of the competition, and were unable to attend due to unexpected accidents. We can't casually participate in such an important competition."Pull a model on stage to perfunctory the audience, are you right?"

The host nodded subconsciously.

"So, in pursuit of quality, we redesigned one." Song Yu suddenly paused, and retreated. "Maybe the final effect is not as good as the one we originally wanted to participate in, but this is the greatest sincerity we can show."

Sure enough, the audience below applauded.

The host was startled, raised his hand to look at his watch, and said in an uncertain tone, "You mean, this work was completed in only two hours."

"Seventy minutes to be precise." Song Yuran didn't dare to exaggerate, and smiled at the host, "Changing entries temporarily won't be considered a violation."

"No, not counting," the host said angrily, "Then designer Song, please explain your design philosophy."

"Nothing special." Song Yuran looked at Huo Qingzhi's back standing at the front of the runway, and said in a humorous tone, "To be honest, this temporary model is my big boss and the most beautiful lady in our company.I was pulled to catch the strong man."

"When you see her, you can naturally imagine what she would look like in this dress." Song Yuran changed the topic suddenly, ""Jane Eyre" will also be used in various styles of clothing for the majority of women, bringing out the beauty of women to the extreme."

This advertisement was tougher than Boss Ludden's head, and the host immediately ended her explanation.

Song Yuran didn't care about it, thinking that since Lu Deng did plagiarism, they would definitely not be allowed to win the award. Anyway, they can't win anyway, so it's better to advertise to impress the audience.

Who told Mr. Huo to let her play freely?

The voting results are still being counted, and the host changed the topic harder than Song Yuran's advertisement, "Designer Song, it seems that you have been in the design industry for a long time."

"No." Song Yuran said straightforwardly, "I'm just a small secretary. Our company has many designers with strong professional skills. If you are interested, you can pay attention to the clothes that Jane Eyre is selling."

Before leaving the stage, she saw a slightly familiar face in the auditorium. The green face was particularly prominent in the crowd. She had the impression that it was explained on the stage before, designer Luden.

It is estimated that the development of the matter has completely exceeded his expectations, and hearing that he is just a "layman", and judging from the expression on his face, Song Yu is very happy.

As a result of the voting, there were 100 spectators present, one vote for one point, and Jane Eyre won 87 votes, or 87 points.

One vote of the judges is equal to 5 points, and the votes of the judges will be made after all the works are on stage. Each judge can only choose three works at most.

The final piece with the highest score wins the prize.

Song Yuran learned from the backstage that Luden's design had audience votes of 93 points, which was the highest in the audience.

She raised her eyebrows, Luden's flirtatious operation gave her a bottom line, and she didn't feel that she was at a loss.

This kind of game is not left-handed and right-handed, so it's just familiar.

The next step is to wait for the end of the game, and take a symbolic photo to leave.

Returning to the waiting area of ​​the venue, Song Yu ran away after finishing his work, and began to think about what to eat after get off work.

The tense jury voting session on the stage seemed to have nothing to do with her.

I don't know what happened in the end, only know that a beam of dazzling light hit her face, and Huo Qingzhi was also included in the mirror.

Song Yu suddenly recovered and heard the voice of the host echoing in the venue, "Let us congratulate "Jane Eyre" for becoming the champion of this year's original design competition with an excellent score of 132 points."

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No, why doesn't this old Bidden play his cards according to the routine?

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