Sweet Wife Runs Away

Those criticizing designers saw that Ning Xi was eating in the corner with boxed lunch like himself, and they could only hold back their anger in their stomachs.

After Ning Xi had finished eating his lunch box, Zhang Jing came back, and Meng Shanshan also appeared in the crowd.

"Where did you go just now?" Ning Xi asked casually.

Zhang Jing paused, her smile unchanged: "I found a place to sleep for a while."

When it was time for rehearsal, Ning Xi took out the clothes and asked Zhang Jing to put them on.

When makeup and clothes are matched together, Zhang Jing's whole person is different.

Ning Xi pulled Zhang Jing to try to walk in the corner, and reminded Zhang Jing to adjust her facial expressions while observing, so as to match the temperament of the whole outfit.

Zhang Jing felt that there was something wrong with the atmosphere, and everyone seemed to be looking at them with cold eyes.

"Ning Xi, did something happen while I was away?"

Ning Xi didn't want to discuss this topic, so while adjusting his clothes, he evasively replied: "It's nothing, isn't it the same way before!"

"Of course it's different." Zhang Jing thought for a long time, and finally figured out the difference: "It seems like I can't wait to eat you. The hostility is much stronger than before."

"Really? I don't think there is any difference." Ning Xi's face remained unchanged, and his tone was indifferent.

If it was her in the past, being rejected by so many people, she would definitely panic and couldn't help but think about what she did wrong.

But she's used to that look now.

She felt that if Brother Shen was here, he would concentrate on doing his own thing like she is now, and not care about other people's eyes.

The order of the rehearsal was reversed according to the ranking in the preliminary round. Ning Xi was No.1, so Zhang Jing will be the last to appear.

All the designers are gathered around the runway, looking forward to the effect of the models coming out.

Music sounded.

Models came out one after another, and Ning Xi hadn't seen what the other contestants' works were like until now.

Some designs are racing-themed dresses, and some are punk-style skirts. These originally interesting elements become strange after they are fused together.

Designers seem to blindly pursue novelty, ignoring that the clothes themselves are meant to serve people.

Ning Xi frowned slightly, not liking the designs in front of her very much.

The penultimate model appeared in a white dress with innovative cuts at the neckline and hem, embellished with yellow flowers, by Shanshan Meng.

Ning Xi nodded, thinking that it was quite beautiful, but there seemed to be no bright spot for people's eyes.

Watching the back of the model disappear, Ning Xi gradually became nervous.

Because the next one is Zhang Jing.

Accompanied by the sound of music, Zhang Jing slowly appeared in front of everyone.

The white gauze skirt was raised gently with her steps, like a goddess descending to earth, and the nine lotus flowers at the end of her eyes became the finishing touch, making people unable to take their eyes off.

Everyone at the scene fell silent, quietly watching Zhang Jing displaying the dress, no one spoke.

They found that all language is powerless here, even if they don't want to admit it, the last dress is indeed the most amazing in the audience.

——Great, it is the effect I want!

As Ning Xi thought about it, her hanging heart finally relaxed, and she showed her first smile of the day.

Of course, the rehearsal is not over once. The lighting, the big screen, etc. need to be adjusted continuously. In order to achieve a better effect, some designers will also make some adjustments to the clothes and makeup according to the rehearsal situation.

But those things have nothing to do with Ning Xi.

"As long as you play according to the rehearsal time, it's fine." Ning Xi shook Zhang Jing's hand, very happy.

"Well, no problem, leave it on me, and you just wait to win the championship." Zhang Jing said confidently, her face painted with lotus flowers was extraordinarily gorgeous.

Compared with the pleasant atmosphere on Ning Xi's side, the other designers' side can be described as gloomy and gloomy.

"Did you see it clearly just now? If there are no accidents, she must be the champion this time."

"I'm really not reconciled, why can she win the championship!"

"There is nothing I can do if I am not reconciled. Whoever makes her work look better than ours, we can only compete for No.2."

"If Master Li would choose someone to enter his studio, I'm afraid only Ning Xi would be selected."

"That Meng Shanshan, I thought she was very powerful. After all, she has graduated for a few years. How can she design something that can't even be compared with a college student who hasn't graduated?"

"Stop talking, she's here."

In the crowd, Meng Shanshan's smile remained unchanged, but her fists in her sleeves were clenched tightly, betraying her restless and violent heart.

In the afternoon, the staff delivered dinner uniformly. This time, everyone didn't say anything, and ate in silence.

The sun gradually went down, and the crystal lamps lit up.

The guests arrived one by one, and the hall gradually became lively.

The contestants and models stayed in the backstage. When there were too many people, the small backstage became very crowded, and it was easy to step on others even if you turned around.

Ning Xi was worried that her clothes would be soiled, so she pulled Zhang Jing to stay in the corner, away from the crowd as much as possible.

There was a ding dong, and the SMS notification sounded on the mobile phone.

Ning Xi turned on her phone and saw the message Xie Jin had sent to herself.

[Ning Xi Ning Xi, where are you, we are all here, here to cheer for you. 】

Although Ning Xi only had two family tickets, under Xie Jin's strong request, Xu Mushen finally agreed to let him and Chu Lian come too, but it was not the family tickets, but the free tickets given by the organizer as a thank you for providing the venue.

A warm current poured into his heart, Ning Xi smiled, and quickly replied: [I'm backstage, it's about to start, our designers and models can't come out, I'll go find you when the competition is over. 】

Xie Jin's message came again: [A lot of people are here! 】

At this time, Xu Mushen also sent a message: 【Come on. 】

Ning Xi held the phone and laughed. Just as he was about to reply to the message, a staff member came over to inform him, "Everyone, get ready, it's about to start in 10 minutes..."

Crashing, everyone stood up and walked towards the entrance of the runway.

Zhang Jing also stood up, and Ning Xi put down her phone and followed.

The two held hands and carefully shuttled through the crowd.

"oops!"

Accompanied by the exclamation, Ning Xi only felt that Zhang Jing beside him was suddenly tilted.

She instinctively grabbed Zhang Jing's arm, trying to support her.

But her strength was not enough at all, she just felt that Zhang Jing fell straight to the ground like a piece of iron.

"Boom."

In this noisy space, it is particularly harsh.

The background suddenly fell silent, and everyone quickly avoided.

I saw Zhang Jing lying on the ground with a painful expression, holding her ankle with one hand, and the white dress was stained with a lot of dust.

Ning Xi hurriedly stepped forward and asked concerned: "Are you okay, are you injured?"

Zhang Jing looked painful, and reluctantly said: "It's nothing, just twist it, I can do it."

As she spoke, she wanted to stand up, but as soon as her legs were exerted, she fell down again.

Ning Xi saw that following Zhang Jing's movements, a long slit appeared on the gauze skirt.

The clothes are torn.