After introducing someone to the boss, I became his only favorite

"DiDi, DiDi..."

It was rare for Qiao Xingran to sleep well without Jiang Yandong, but he was awakened by the noisy alarm clock in a daze. He turned over irritably, grabbed his phone and pressed the sound off.

The room was fully heated, and Qiao Xingran was nestled in the quilt, unwilling to wake up. After about a minute, something suddenly flashed through his mind, which scared him and quickly opened his eyes.

Going to the race party to register and sign in today!

Almost forgot, Qiao Xingran rubbed her eyes, yawned with her mouth open, and looked around in bewilderment.He was stunned by the unfamiliar room, and it took him a few seconds to remember that he is now in country M, at Uncle James' house.

Qiao Xingran sat up wrapped in the quilt, exhaled lightly, sat blankly for a while, and then slowly climbed off the bed, put on her slippers and went to the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.

After breakfast, they had to go to the venue. Qiao Xingran got his ID information and got into the car nervously.

The car slowly drove into a tall building. The competition was set in the auditorium on the top floor of this building. They only needed to register on the first floor today.

After the car passed through the security check, Qiao Xingran could see the surroundings of the building clearly. Many local policemen in police uniforms were armed with guns and electric prods in their hands, standing straight in every corner.

There were also some security guards patrolling in an orderly manner. When they got out of the car, they were greeted warmly by the reception staff immediately.

Meng Tingyun used to be a specially invited judge. This year, because Yang Xihe and Qiao Xingran both participated in the competition, she declined the invitation. The judges are actually her old acquaintances.

She was also quite familiar with these registration procedures, so she took Qiao Xingran directly to the registration front desk, and the people who received them seemed a little redundant.

Qiao Xingran followed behind Meng Tingyun and the others, and chatted with the reception staff very naturally. The person who received them was a handsome blond guy. His Chinese name was Zhong Yun. He was a bit taller than Qiao Xingran, and he was not too old. With a shallow dimple.

"I know Teacher Meng, and I have always liked her very much. Her design works are famous all over the world." Zhong Yun looked at Meng Tingyun's elegant back in front, with a trace of admiration in his eyes. The black forehead and eyes are shining brightly.

"Well, I also like her very much. I have regarded Aunt Meng as my idol since I was a child." Qiao Xingran looked forward, and Meng Tingyun's works were like a beam of light in his life, guiding him to move forward.

He still remembers what Meng Tingyun said at a press conference, "My design journey is not so smooth, and I don't have such an exaggerated talent. If you want to do a good design work, you need to learn to work hard. Irrigate your own inspiration and sweat into it."

At that time, Qiao Xingran was only seven or eight years old. Watching the elegant women on TV, he had confidence in himself for the first time in his life. He had a big dream, which was to become an excellent designer like Meng Tingyun.

He has been working hard all the time, honing his skills as a painter and exercising his thinking. He had no choice but to give up his dream until something happened at home, but now he has picked up his dream again.

"I believe that you will also win the award and become an excellent designer like her." Zhong Yun turned to look at Qiao Xingran, saying each word in substandard Mandarin.

Qiao Xingran curled his lips and nodded lightly. The encouragement from the stranger boosted his self-confidence. It doesn't matter whether he wins an award or not, the best thing is to have the courage to try.

When he arrived at the registration place, Zhong Yun guided Qiao Xingran to register with his certificate. After entering the group and information, all he had to do was to wait quietly for tomorrow.

Back home, Qiao Xingran shut himself in the room alone, silently looking at his carefully prepared speech.

This speech is his interpretation of his work, introducing his work in detail in terms of meaning, design concept, etc. In the final tomorrow, the judges will not only score the work, but also evaluate it based on the interpretation of the author's speech.

He participated in the physical group. A total of 15 contestants entered the group finals, and only three lucky ones could win the award. Qiao Xingran's guaranteed goal was the top three, and the sprint goal was the championship.

Thinking of tomorrow's game, he couldn't help but feel a little nervous, and the familiar feeling of panic came to his heart again. He lay on the bed with his mobile phone in his arms, and suddenly missed Jiang Yandong's arms very much.

"It would be great if Jiang Yandong could watch my game." Qiao Xingran hugged a round pillow, stretched out his hands to round it and then flatten it, repeatedly, until his hands were tired before he couldn't help but bury his face Into the pillow, muffled.

The more nervous the time was, the faster time passed. In a blink of an eye, Qiao Xingran was already sitting in the waiting seat, wearing a white suit specially made for him by Jiang Yandong. Meng Tingyun even styled him in the morning. The limp hair is now styled to reveal a full forehead.

The host stood on the stage, announcing the procedure of the competition in fluent English, and introduced the judges present one by one.

Qiao Xingran nervously clutched the number plate with the number 15 in his hand, turned his head and looked over, Meng Tingyun and James were sitting in the front row of the auditorium, and gave him an encouraging smile.

Qiao Xingran immediately returned a smile. Seeing their encouragement, the tension in her heart eased a little. Looking at the blond hosts on stage, a man and a woman, under the bright lights, Qiao Xingran suddenly missed the warmth of Jiang Yandong's palm.

The JMA competition is divided into three groups, open group, painting group and local youth group. Each group will select a champion and two excellence awards.The entries of the contestants will be judged in the order of drawing lots. Each contestant has 3 minutes to express their works before scoring. In addition to scoring according to the author's expression skills, the judges will also score the works on the beauty, creativity and theme. .

In addition to the judges having the right to score, the specially invited audience and live viewers have the right to vote for their favorite works, and the number of votes in this regard will account for 10% of the evaluation.

The host introduced one by one, and Qiao Xingran silently recited what he wanted to express in his heart, and the No. [-] design work was immediately presented.

Qiao Xingran listened carefully to the explanations of the other contestants, and there was a burst of applause from time to time. The judges were all well-known international jewelry designers. Judging by their expressions, there has not been a particularly amazing work so far.

"The following is the No. [-] design work, please ask No. [-] contestant Yang Xihe to explain his work..."

The host read out his familiar name, and Qiao Xingran immediately came to his senses. He forgot that Yang Xihe also participated in this competition, but he didn't expect that he was in the same group as him.

Qiao Xingran stared at the slender figure in the light blue suit, suppressing the tension in his heart. Yang Xihe's work was projected on the big screen. It was a pair of earrings. A butterfly breaking free from its chrysalis.

"The caterpillar was originally an ugly and fat caterpillar, but after..." Yang Xihe calmly introduced his work in fluent English with a smile on his lips, and many judges showed expressions of appreciation .

As soon as Yang Xihe finished speaking, the audience immediately burst into applause, and he even heard one of the judges exclaim.

The corner of Yang Xihe's mouth was smiling, and when he stepped off the stage, he even saw him cast a contemptuous look on him, as if he was determined to win, Qiao Xingran closed his eyes and ignored him.

"The following is Design No. [-]..."

"The following is the No. [-] design..."

Qiao Xingran was not affected by Yang Xihe's confident appearance, but instead became calm, watching the works being displayed one after another calmly.

"The following is design work No. 15, titled "Spread Wings". Please invite contestant Qiao Xingran..."

The host's deep voice echoed in the hall, Qiao Xingran closed his eyes, stood up and straightened his clothes, and when he raised his head, there was a faint smile on his face.

His works were slowly displayed on the big screen, and many people gasped in shock for a moment. Qiao Xingran suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and slowly got on the stage, bent over and bowed lightly .

Holding the microphone in his hand, Qiao Xingran caught a glimpse of Yang Xihe's unbelievable eyes, and stopped looking at him. His gaze suddenly turned to a corner. If he read correctly, there was a voice he was most familiar with standing there.

There were still many people whispering in the audience, Qiao Xingran immediately breathed a sigh of relief, the big rock in his heart gently fell back to its original place, he raised the corner of his mouth, and his confident voice reached everyone's ears.

"Hello everyone, I am contestant No. 15 Qiao Xingran. The work I brought is called "Spread Wings". What is transformation? It has gone through a period of cocoon sealing, flame refining and deepening process. We bring hope…”

Qiao Xingran clearly expounded his work concept, and his fluent English was like a beating note, jumping into everyone's ears.

Jiang Yandong stood in the corner, looking at the young man in the white suit shining on the stage, his eyes became softer and softer.The dedicated young man was clear and articulate, and introduced his works in an orderly manner. His straight figure made him think that the other party was a prince who accidentally fell into the mortal world.

"Zhang Yao, do you know what to do after the game?" Jiang Yandong kept looking at the young man on stage. Three minutes was very short. He hooked his lips.

"Is it about Yang Xihe?" Zhang Yao stood behind him, looked at Yang Xihe's astonished face in the distance, and responded.

"Yeah." Jiang Yandong nodded, thinking of attacking his people, he was still quite courageous.

When Qiao Xingran stepped off the stage, his palms were still sweating, but he felt that it was different from when he went up. Almost everyone gave him approving looks. He sat back in his original seat, suppressing the throbbing thoughts in his heart. , subconsciously turned to look at Jiang Yandong's figure.

【Speak】

In fact, I don't know much about these things in the design competition, so I went to check some information, please don't be too serious