The fake daughter ran away with the baby, and the president chased her relentlessly

The competition venue was located in the largest studio in Kyoto, which had stage lighting, audience seats, and seats for instructors, and it really felt like a recording program.

The photographer was already adjusting the camera, and all the contestants entered the studio and took their seats in the audience seats one by one.

Yesterday’s live broadcast was just a simple pre-match preview. It was turned off after just one hour, and Sang Ran also deliberately avoided the live camera.

It didn't cause much of a stir online.

After Sang Ran sat down, she tilted her head and stared at Yu Zhou: "Hey, aren't you nervous?"

Yu Zhou put away his phone: "Don't be nervous, the worst that can happen is that I'll be eliminated."

"Haha, you have a really good attitude." Sang Ran's mouth twitched.

Yu Zhou looked at her with interest: "Do you really want to win?"

Sang Ran laughed angrily: "Why else would I come here? Do you like being on camera?"

Yu Zhou nodded thoughtfully: "Oh~ Then you can beg me, maybe my sympathy will overflow and I will perform beyond my normal level."

Sang Ran gritted his teeth and said, "I find you to be a really strange person."

Yuzhou waited quietly for Sang Ran's next words.

She held her breath and asked, "Why did you come to this competition if you don't want to win?"

"I want to win." Yu Zhou finally said something sensible, and then said nonchalantly, "But it doesn't matter if I lose. I just want to put a perfect end to my youth."

Sang Ran rolled his eyes in his heart: "You drew an exclamation mark. A design student with excellent academic performance in school was eliminated in the first round of the competition. It's really worth lamenting."

Yu Zhou didn't say anything else, nor did he look at his phone again, as if he was thinking about something.

Sang Ran was separated from a few people he knew, and their seats were not close to each other.

After a group of people waited for more than ten minutes, Ning Xiaogu finally bent over and slipped in from the entrance, found Li Chuchu and sat next to her. A few minutes later, several mentors also walked in side by side and sat down in the front row of the judges' seats one by one.

Sang Ran stared at the figure he had been thinking about day and night but who seemed unfamiliar to him. It was Victor Castelan!!!

I have met the real person!

Although it was just a back view, Sang Ran already felt that his breathing was a little difficult.

Yu Zhou noticed her abnormality and moved slightly to the side.

The host, who had been standing waiting under the stage, gestured to the photographer and confirmed that the camera was on before walking up the stairs to the stage.

"Hello, judges, contestants, and friends in the live studio! Welcome to watch the fashion design competition in China hosted by Basha!"

He then briefly introduced some of Basha’s background and asked the mentors to introduce themselves one by one.

There were eight mentors sitting on the judges' panel below the stage, two from the Country of Sakura, two from France, two from China, and two from South Korea.

Among them, the most valuable are French designers, who have a certain degree of international fame.

China... with Shen Jinshan supporting it, it makes sense.

As for Sun Yi...she is beautiful.

After the basic process was completed, the host began to introduce the rules: "This competition is the first of three rounds of Basha competition. Netizens vote online. In each round, the mentor has one vote to save and one vote to veto, which can directly save a pair of contestants or eliminate a contestant."

"Before the competition, our professional evaluation team has already evaluated the strength of each player based on the information submitted by each player. The first round of matches is related to the order of yesterday's team formation. The last two players in the team will play against the player with the highest strength assessment, and so on."

Sang Ran: ...

The sky is falling.

"The competition lasts for three days, and will focus on clothing line drawing, jewelry line drawing, and creative thinking line drawing. In addition to testing your basic skills, it also tests your team's tacit cooperation and innovation capabilities."

The host smiled in a businesslike manner: "Okay, now our electronic system will randomly select the order in which the contestants will go on stage. Since there are many contestants this time, we will combine ten groups of members to go on stage at the same time in each round."

The big screen behind the stage began to jump, and names in various languages ​​​​slid rapidly in front of the eyes, dazzling the onlookers. Finally, the sliding speed slowly slowed down, and twenty names were left on the screen.

Sang Ran quickly scanned the pile of names and saw her and Yu Zhou's names in the last row.

Sang Ran, Yu Zhou VS Yami, Delais.

I didn't expect that the person with the highest estimated strength selected by the evaluation team would be my roommate.

It really is......

Want to curse.

She looked at Yu Zhou in despair, and after hearing the host's notice, the two of them stood up and went on stage silently.

Ning Xiaogu and Li Chuchu were also in their round, and both teams were standing in the row belonging to China.

Sang Ran stood on the stage, with a clear view of the scenery below. Sun Yi was waving at her with her arms folded.

Sang Ran was in no mood to respond.

The staff brought the necessary props onto the stage one by one.

At this time, netizens from various countries in the live broadcast room also started discussing:

[There are quite a few people from China participating in this competition. ]

【Don't worry, no one will stay until the end. 】

[Hey? I think I saw a designer I follow. ]

[Is the person mentioned above Sang Ran? ]

[Mia, Drais, I hope you can get good results. ]

【There are so many people. 】

After the staff set up the round table, everyone recognized their opponents and sat down in a circle of four.

"Please ask each group to choose the order of priority. One member will draw first, and then it will be switched to another member after 30 minutes."

It turns out that team cooperation is like this. The competition lasts a total of 60 minutes, divided into two parts. It requires two people to understand each other's design concepts, and attaches great importance to aesthetic consistency and the degree of understanding of the topic.

After a brief discussion between Sang Ran and Yu Zhou, they finally decided that Yu Zhou would draw first. The theme of this competition was "Red Light District".

This name is not easy to define, and the scope of design is also very wide. In fact, the first group to go on stage is at a disadvantage, because the people in the audience have enough time to discuss with their teammates after hearing the topic.

But the first group to come on stage can only leave it to fate.

A round table is neither big nor small. It is separated by a baffle in the middle so you can't see other people's desks.

Time passed minute by minute. Sang Ran faced the two angled baffles, immersed in his own thoughts, trying to guess which direction Yu Zhou would cut in, and following his thoughts to think about where he should start next.

She could see the faces of Yami and Drais. At this moment, Yami was creating first, while Drais was stroking his beard from time to time, looking very relaxed and comfortable.

When the thirty minutes were up, a staff member came up and took away the previous member's draft and handed it to another member.

Sang Ran took Yuzhou's line drawing nervously, looked down, his mind went blank and his heart skipped a beat.

He only drew a model with a nine-head body...

The model was naked, and even the basic shape and pattern of the clothes were not drawn.

As he passed by, Sang Ran looked at Yu Zhou in surprise, his face full of confusion.

Yu Zhou spread his hands and mouthed to her, "Sorry, I haven't painted for a long time, so my hands are a little unfamiliar."

The host noticed the two's little action and kindly reminded: "Members who are competing, please don't communicate."

Sang Ran looked at the manuscript paper and touched the pen weakly. She was wondering whether she should just give up.

In thirty minutes, I could draw a draft, but I couldn't draw a draft that could advance to the next round, let alone in a competition like this with so many stars gathered and everyone was showing off their best skills.

What's more, the opponents were selected after evaluation and were the group with the best line drawings among all the teams.

Maybe she shouldn't have participated in the competition.