Balala Little Demon Fairy: I Became Yan Lili’s Follower

Pan Xiaoyuan: "And who should be responsible for this matter?"

"It must be Shi Xiaolong!"

Ling Meiqi pointed at Shi Xiaolong next to her, "Xiaolong is our agent, he should be in charge of the overall planning!"

"But...."

Ling Meixue stepped forward and added: "You have the best talent for design, so you are the most suitable candidate!"

At this moment, Shi Xiaolong ran over excitedly holding a piece of cloth-like clothing.

"Look! I've already designed the costumes for the performance! Ding ding ding!"

As he said this, he put the blue plaid clothes on himself.

It's a blue plaid, sleeveless design with an A-line skirt. There's a rose-red heart pattern painted in the middle, and a big red bow tie around the neck.

To be honest, once Shi Xiaolong put on this dress, he looked even fatter.

Unfortunately, he was still unaware of it and still introduced it confidently: "This is our angel suit!"

"Isn't it?"

Ling Meiqi couldn't bear to look at it a second time, "Where did you find this tablecloth?"

"You are really smart!"

Shi Xiaolong said complacently: "This is my tablecloth! It is both environmentally friendly and beautiful, the best of both worlds!"

"ah!"

The sharp-eyed Pan Xiaoyuan screamed: "There are also stains of vegetable juice!"

The next second, she reached out and covered her nose, "There's still a smell!"

Shi Xiaolong was still confident, "This is just a demonstration, doesn't it look good?"

"It doesn't seem right to wear this on stage!"

Hearing everyone's denial, Shi Xiaolong shook his head regretfully:

"You guys are so short-sighted!"

As he spoke, he moved closer to Beibei and said, "Beibei, what do you think?"

"It seems... a bit, rustic!"

Beibei's words made Shi Xiaolong deflated all of a sudden. He sighed heavily, turned slowly, and turned his back to everyone, "It turns out that no one appreciates it!"

Just as she was about to leave, Teacher Kelly, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke up:

"Actually, Xiaolong is very creative! In such a short time, he still designed the costumes. No matter what, we should thank him!"

Hearing this, Shi Xiaolong turned around excitedly, "Teacher Kelly said this, that is, will everyone wear this dress?"

His words made everyone feel ashamed, and even Teacher Kelly was confused.

"Well..."

At this moment, Ling Meiqi stood up and said, "Teacher, although time is running out, there is still time to do better. Let me design it!"

“But we have to design it and then make it. Is there really enough time?”

"Teacher Kelly, I am confident that I can do it!"

Hearing him say this, Teacher Kelly nodded and said, "Since Meiqi is confident, then I'll leave it to you! Xiaolong, do your best to help Meiqi! Then everyone should concentrate on practicing!"

"Yes!"

The scene changed, and the next moment showed the talented designer Ling Meiqi biting her pen and thinking hard.

She drew many sketches, but was not satisfied with any of them.

The trash can next to the desk is full of waste paper.

"Why are you like this?"

Xue Feifei came over and said, "Are you troubled? Tell us so that we can share your worries!"

As soon as she finished her words, Ling Meiqi poked her belly with a pencil, and she was so scared that she quickly dodged to the side.

"Xue Feifei, please stop bothering Meiqi!"

Xiao Lan at the side stopped her and said, "She wants to design clothes for the Xinmeng Angel!"

"Sister, haven't you thought about it yet?"

Hearing Ling Meixue's words, Ling Meiqi put down her pencil and sighed: "I should have known better than to act on impulse!"

"You are also thinking about everyone!"

"Sister Meiqi, come on!"

Ling Meiqi paused and said, "The first performance of the Dream Angels Dance Troupe must be eye-catching!"

Ling Meixue: "Are you sure you can finish it before the rehearsal?"

"I don't know either!"

Seeing Ling Meiqi's embarrassment, Xiao Lan directly exposed her, "You are thinking of using magic!"

"hey-hey...."

Ling Meiqi twitched her lips but did not deny it, "You can use it when necessary!"

"Just design it first!"

Ling Meiqi shook her head: "I have no inspiration now!"

"So that's what it's like!"

Xue Feifei was very enthusiastic. "Let our elves help you. There are many elves, and many ideas!"

As she spoke, she began to call out the names of the other elves:

"Mianmian! Xiaofei! Come quickly!"

Hearing this, Xiaofei and Mianmian put down the snacks in their hands and quickly flew to Xue Feifei's side.

"What's going on? Is there a weirdo?"

"No, it's Meiqi who wants to design costumes for the performance, but she has no inspiration! She wants you to come up with a solution!"

"Inspiration? That's easy! Come on! Mianmian, Xuefeifei! Hundred Treasures Magic!"

After reciting the spell, a pile of books appeared out of thin air on Ling Meiqi's desk.

"What is the magic of treasures?"

"I'll give you whatever you want!"

"What are these books for?"

"Fashion magazines from different places in the human world!"

"How could you have imagined that!"

Ling Meiqi stood up, picked up the top book, and flipped through it briefly:

"This information is enough for me to become a professional fashion designer!"

"Sister, maybe these magazines can really give you some inspiration!"

"that is!"

Listening to Ling Meixue's words, Yan Xiaoxiao nodded and said, "I suggest you take a good look at it!"

This night is Ling Meiqi's night of struggle.

As the sky turned from dark to light, Ling Meiqi held a piece of drawing paper with satisfaction, looking at it again and again, unable to put it down.

"Finally finished!"

She stood up and stretched herself, "I'm going to reward myself with an ice cream!"

Having said that, she turned around, opened the door and went to the living room to get food.

At this moment, a gust of wind blew in from the window, blowing the drawing on the desk onto the trash can.

Mom pushed the door open and walked in, "Meiqi!? Not here?"

She took a look at the full trash can and couldn't help complaining, "Why doesn't Xiaolan clean the trash can?"

Among them, the top drawing caught her attention: "This drawing is good! Are you not satisfied with this?"

After a pause, my mother picked up the trash can and walked out.

Not long after, Ling Meiqi's noisy voice was heard in the house.

"Ah! My blueprints are gone! Did you see them?"

"Where did you put it?"

"I just put it on my desk!"

Ling Meiqi was anxious and angry: "Did you see it?"

"design diagram?"

My mother quickly replied, "I didn't see it on the desk, but it's in the trash can!"

"Trash can? What does it look like?"

“There’s a pretty good painting!”

Mom recalled the picture carefully, "It's a short white skirt with wings!"

"Yes, yes! That's the one! Where is it?"

"Forehead...."

The mother was embarrassed for a moment, "The garbage is already..."

Xiao Lan took over the conversation, "It has... fallen down!"