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An Ning abruptly snapped out of her daze, reacting to what Gu Ruoyun had just said. Her face turned red as she shot a rebuking glare at her.

"Speak, what are you saying? Let's go!"

An Ning didn't pay attention to the happy laughter of Gu Ruoyun behind her. She pulled her luggage along as she strode out of the airport.

The hotel designated by the program team was called the "Di Jue Hotel". The decorations were all very good, you could sit in front of the large French windows and you could see the scenery from afar. Their rooms were right next to each other, and the bodyguards were assigned to a standard room next to it, where if there was any accident, they could immediately rush over.

After a simple packing up, the two went out for a stroll together.

The draft of the design didn't need to be changed as it had been prepared for the official competition on September 16th. They simply went out to play for the whole day and didn't return until nightfall. The two of them went to sleep early after packing, ready to prepare for the opening ceremony of the next day.

Although it was called the opening ceremony, it was actually to let the participants familiarize themselves with the competition's arena.

This time, the competition took up an entire floor of the television station building. Upon entering, the first thing they saw was a T table, the judges' stand in front of the stage, and on the other side was a very large rack filled with various kinds of cloth. Behind them were a series of orderly tables, about fifty to sixty of them. On the tabletop were the tools needed to sew the clothes.

Even someone like Gu Ruoyun, who was used to seeing all sorts of stages and configurations, was quite surprised. If the lights in the room were turned on, with dozens of designers sewing clothes there and models on the T stage, one could imagine how spectacular the scene would be.

The person who led the designer in seemed to be rather proud of their program team's extravagant work this time. A pleased smile always appeared on his face, and from time to time, he would explain the uses of certain things and locations.

When everyone returned to the entrance, a light suddenly lit up on a nearby T counter. A man was standing there with his suit jacket open, shirt collar slightly unbuttoned, black tie tied carelessly, and wearing a pair of silver glasses. He looked very bright and casual.

The man had a faint smile on his face, his glasses flashed a bright light under the light, making it difficult to see the expression in his eyes, and his clear voice, amplified by the microphone, resonated throughout the entire hall, "Hello everyone, welcome to this opening ceremony. I am the organizer of this time's" Love "design competition, you can call me Mister Yu, and congratulate you all on entering the second round.

The designers were in an uproar. They had never thought that such a frivolous competition would be organized by such a frivolous man.

"Who is this guy? Why haven't I seen him before?"

"He's probably the eldest young master of one of the families."

"He really doesn't know how to be polite. He actually came out dressed like this. Is the organizers looking down on us?"

Mr. Yu didn't pay much attention to the whispers of the designers. He raised his eyebrows and lightly tapped the microphone to signal everyone to be quiet. After obtaining the desired effect, he then continued:

"September 16th, which is tomorrow, everyone is here to create their own designs. The time limit is 12 hours, which is a bit tight. After getting dressed, put on the mannequins and show them on the stage where I am standing. The judges are all famous designers, so there won't be any injustice."

Mister Yu paused for a moment as he scanned the crowd below the stage. He wasn't sure if it was An Ning's imagination, but that man's smile had a bit of wicked humor.

"This time there will be a total of 50 participants entering the semifinals. Of course there will only be 16 participants that will be able to enter the next round. Alright, I've finished speaking. Everyone can go back and rest early to prepare for tomorrow's match in peak condition!"

The man on the stage bowed and handed the microphone in his hand to the staff member beside him. He walked unhurriedly into the darkness beside the T counter. An Ning and the other designers followed the staff members and left the venue.

The man's tone was very flat, but every sentence stirred up waves in everyone's heart. Before coming here, no one knew the rules of the competition, they only heard that they were going to sew it on the spot, but they never expected that it would only last twelve hours! The making of a wedding dress was extremely complicated. Even An Ning herself couldn't guarantee that she would be able to perfectly sew it up within twelve hours.

An Ning increasingly felt that the competition this time around was extremely intense. On one hand, the difficulty of the competition lay in the difficulty. On the other hand, it was against the rules of the competition.

After returning to the hotel, An Ning wholeheartedly focused on her own design script. She made a mental picture of every detail of tomorrow's design work, making sure that tomorrow she would be able to cut out every detail in the shortest amount of time possible and perfectly link them together.

If it weren't for the fact that she was afraid that resting too late today would affect her state when sewing clothes tomorrow, after all, making a wedding dress for twelve consecutive hours under high precision pressure would be even more difficult than she had imagined. An Ning would probably stay up all night, repeatedly practicing the steps of cutting the wedding dress.

An Ning had almost forced herself to get up from the desk and lie down on the bed to sleep. Even with her eyes closed, her mind still kept repeating the same steps. It was unknown how much time had passed before she finally fell asleep.

The next morning, An Ning arrived at the competition arena in advance. In the end, there were already many designers waiting for her.

An Ning hurriedly selected a workbench that was located close to the cloth rack.

Standing in front of the workbench, An Ning's palms were covered in a thin layer of cold sweat.

Soon, it was time for the competition. Following the host's command, all the designers quickly walked toward the giant fabric rack. Although the rack was very large, it was still crowded when around fifty people were gathered together.

Time was running out, and at this time, there was nothing left to talk about. Everyone desperately moved forward, afraid that they would be too slow and miss out on the fabric that fit their needs.

The fabric she wanted was in the second layer, the third and fourth columns. The moment she heard the words' start ', she immediately rushed to the target, and the third column was a very thick piece of satin that gave off the feeling of a queen's dignity and dignity. However, it was not a woman's soft beauty.