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That night, Xuanyou booked the high-speed rail ticket, and the two of them set off early the next morning.

Same as last time, Zhan Qianrui bought another hearty breakfast and ate it from Gongzhou to Hengzhou.As for Xuanyou, he ate some casually and started to catch up on sleep.

She was so overwhelmed last night that she walked around the room several times and didn't fall asleep until after two o'clock in the morning.

The sunlight comes in from the floor-to-ceiling windows and is reflected on the glass walls and marble floor, which seems to be sparkling.

"I think it's okay." Eno propped his chin, looked at the samples on the doll stage, and asked the other designers in the conference room, "What do you think?"

The next season will be autumn clothing, with the theme of "Falling Leaves and Blossoms", which will use a lot of lace elements.

Nick, the design director, said: "The design of these two clothes is really great, and it is also in line with our theme, so we can consider adding it."

"You really designed them?" Yinuo was looking at Zhan Qianrui from head to toe.

It's not that Yinuo looks down on people, she just thinks that Zhan Qianrui didn't design such clothes with the temperament.

"It was indeed designed by her. We brought all the originals." Xuan You took the initiative to speak for Zhan Qianrui and motioned her to take out the sketchbook.

Zhan Qianrui is a little unhappy, as for looking down on her like this...

"It's all in there." She put the sketchbook on the long table, her pouty mouth could almost hold a bottle.

Yinuo glanced at her, deliberately not opening the book.

The two fell into a delicate stalemate.

Nick rubbed the tip of his nose and sat still, wondering if he should step up and read it.

This is true for the design director, let alone other designers.

Xuan You smiled, these two people are both arrogant and awkward, it is really difficult to put them together.

She stood up, picked up the sketchbook, walked to Yinuo, and spread the book out in front of her unhurriedly: "Ruirui is very talented, you must be shocked when you see it."

Well-proportioned portraits in vivid colors that jump off the page.Every side of the clothes is shown in detail, with a strong sense of perspective.

Yinuo opened his eyes wide, looked and looked in disbelief, stretched out his hand and turned it back and forth, then raised his head in surprise and said to Zhan Qianrui, "I can't tell at all."

"Hmph." Zhan Qianrui turned her head, but didn't look at her.

Nick took a few glances, then walked over involuntarily, picked up the sketchbook and looked through it carefully.

He looked at it for a long time, so that other designers surrounded him, but he didn't notice it.

Everyone was amazed by Zhan Qianrui's design drawings, the clothes that can be made into reality, but there is no shortage of the designer's unrestrained imagination.

Zhan Qianrui is definitely a rare talent in fashion design.

No one spoke for a long time, Zhan Qianrui was not sure about everyone's attitude.

Although Xuanyou and Yinuo expressed their admiration or disbelief for her, they are not professional after all.On the contrary, these designers with professional background gathered around and watched for a long time, but none of them made a comment.

What she didn't know was that all the designers were in a state of shock and learning.

Finally, Design Director Nick spoke: "Have you learned it before?"

I heard from Eno before that Zhan Qianrui studied business administration in university, not design at all.But this does not mean that she has never taken courses in fashion design in her spare time.

When Zhan Qianrui heard this, she lost her confidence.

Sure enough, professionals can see her flaws at a glance: "I have never studied design. I learned drawing when I was a child. I didn't learn it after middle school. Therefore, there may be some problems with the proportion and perspective of portraits. In terms of color matching, isn’t it…”

There are also problems.

She stopped speaking in the middle of her sentence, because she had to swallow her saliva.

Zhan Qianrui was too nervous to look at her design draft in front of a professional designer.

Nick held the sketchbook, stared at Zhan Qianrui, and remained silent.

The other designers chattered about it.

Designer A: "Impossible, it doesn't look like it at all."

Designer B: "It's hard to say, some people are just different from ordinary people."

Designer C: "If you say it's plagiarism, I'll believe it."

……

Designer G: "This is really hard to say."

At the moment, Zhan Qianrui has one head and two big ones.She could understand every word she heard in her ears, but she couldn't understand it when they said it together.

So, is her costume design draft good or bad?

"You drew all these design drafts?" Nick hesitated and finally asked.

According to Zhan Qianrui's description of himself, he is obviously an amateur.But her finished product was so professional that he had to reconfirm the source of these manuscripts: "They were all designed by you, not copied?"

"Of course not!" Zhan Qianrui was anxious.

Dare to love these people and doubt the source of her works: "They are all me, I thought in my own mind, and I drew them myself. Except for those who are present today, almost no one else has seen them."

In everyone's eyes, there was both suspicion and surprise. In short, all kinds of complex emotions were mixed together, showing obvious uncertainty.

In twos and threes, they whispered and whispered constantly.

Seeing this, Zhan Qianrui said firmly, "If you don't believe me, I can draw another one in front of you."

The conference room suddenly fell silent.

Nick touched his chin and said, "It's not impossible."

Soon, drawing paper, paints, crayons, brushes...all the drawing tools imaginable were brought to the conference room.

Nick was afraid that Zhan Qianrui would not be able to use it, so he specifically said: "The hand-painted tablet connected to the computer, and the iPad can be used casually. We have them here."

Looking at the full table, Zhan Qianrui said helplessly: "Actually, just give me an Ipad and Apple Pencil. Also, procreate needs to be installed in the iPad."

The painting utensils on this table don’t need to be specially brought at all, they take up a lot of space...

"Understood." Nick snapped his fingers, several people filed in, and everything on the table was cleaned up in an instant.

At the same time, Zhan Qianrui has an iPad Pro and an Apple Pencil in his hand, and Procreate has also been opened.

Nick stood and Zhan Qianrui sat.

He looked down at her angle, somewhat condescending: "Start your performance."

Zhan Qianrui was taken aback for a moment: "OK."

She lowered her head and began to "swipe" to draw on the iPad.It can't be said to be improvisation, Zhan Qianrui had a new inspiration last night.

On the stairs at home, Xuanyou stands two steps above her.

The brass wall lamp shines on Xuan You's thin face, her eyelashes tremble like Xia Chan's wings.The peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, under the warm light, a layer of fragile transparency appeared for no reason.

At that moment, Zhan Qianrui thought of the tulle, the black skirt, and the delicate lace covering the neck...

She simply hooked the shape at first, and then continued to add layers, so that the picture continued to become more refined.The black skirt is like petals swirling in the night wind, with a slight coolness in the elegance.

"Okay." Nick pressed her shoulder.

Zhan Qianrui kept on saying, "I haven't finished the painting yet. I move very fast, just refine it a little more."

Nick, the design director, let go of his hand without raising his voice to urge him, and stood quietly beside Zhan Qianrui, waiting for her to finish drawing.

He has already seen Zhan Qianrui's level, whether it is the drawing skills or the creativity in his mind, he can't help but be overwhelmed.

Nick stared at the top of her hair, and suddenly hoped very much that Zhan Qianrui's previous words were a lie to them, just to win more praise and attention.

If it is true as she said, she has never studied fashion design systematically, then God is really unfair.

"I've finished drawing!" Zhan Qianrui put down the ApplePencil and held the iPad in front of Nick to show it.

Before, I was worried that there would be too many people, which would disturb Zhan Qianrui's creation. Except for the design director, everyone else went outside, including Xuanyou and Yinuo.

Seeing that she finished drawing, Eno was the first to open the door and go in, looking at Zhan Qianrui's finished draft next to Nick: "Is this what you just drew?"

Not to mention, it's really pretty.

"Yes." Zhan Qianrui stretched her waist and shook her sore wrist.

Nick: "Yeah, I've been watching from here."

Not only does it draw well, but it's also fast.

The iPad is circulating in the hands of everyone, and wherever they go, they can get a lot of admiration.

Zhan Qianrui did not expect that her design would be so recognized by professionals. It felt like a dream, a dream that was so wonderful that she didn't want to wake up.

Xuanyou was caught in a group of people, and his eyes met Zhan Qianrui inadvertently.She looked at her, revealing the same shallow smile as before, but this time, the smile spread from the corner of her mouth to the bottom of her eyes.

Zhan Qianrui nodded excitedly to her, and suddenly felt a tacit understanding with Xuan You.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sun was warm, and Zhan Qianrui's heart seemed to be filled with a certain feeling.

"You may be a genius." During the dinner, Nick, who was slightly drunk, said to Zhan Qianrui: "No, you are a genius."

In the evening, Xuanyou and Yinuo, together with the people from the design department, held a celebration party.In addition to Zhan Qianrui's two designs, the clothes for the new season have all been finalized.

"At that time, cooperate with the marketing department, and I can make you a genius designer." Yinuo also drank some wine, and heard the design director praise Zhan Qianrui as a genius.Holding the wine glass, she came over to join in the fun, her tone half teasing, half serious.

Ino was holding a goblet, with two spots of pink on his cheeks.I can't tell if it's from the alcohol, or if she touches up her makeup before dinner and accidentally put on too much blush.

Her makeup is a bit fancy, but it can't conceal her natural beauty: "Genius designer, don't you want to toast me?"

Someone had already handed the wine bottle to Zhan Qianrui. She stood up and unscrewed the bottle cap in distaste, poured the bottle into Yinuo's cup, and poured her a full glass.

"You want to drink me to death?" Yinuo raised his slender eyebrows, looking at the expression on his face, he was full of reluctance.

"Drink quickly." Xuanyou tilted his wrist slightly, touched Yinuo's cup, and there was a very crisp "ding dong": "Who doesn't know that you drink well, be happy tonight, and you won't go home if you don't get drunk."

"What can I be happy about?" Yinuo asked Xuanyou after taking a sip of wine and sitting down with the table propped up.

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