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Lu Yang saw the news on the phone and was slightly startled, "Sister Mang, who are you looking for?"

"Lanting." Gu Mang glanced at him, faintly spit out two words, plugged his earphones to sleep on the table.

When Lu Yang heard this, his eyes were full of disbelief.

What did Sister Mang just say?

Lan Ting? !

When Xiaopang heard the name, he also responded that the thief turned around, restraining his excited voice, "Brother Yang, you also know Lanting, right? That's a brand that has hit the world fashion stage. Sister Mang really looked for them?"

This kind of coffee designer will design clothes for their students?

Lu Yang stared at the sleeping girl in a daze.

...

Zhou Nan has been looking at the design manuscripts that he picked up in the trash that night.

I don’t know if it’s in my dormitory or in another dormitory.

People often come to their dormitory, and it is possible that other students come to draw pictures in their dormitory, but in the end they are not satisfied and threw it away.

But the clothes designed in this picture are really beautiful, how could the author be dissatisfied?

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, after thinking about it, Zhou Nan took a picture and sent it to her cousin, "Cousin, do you think this looks good?"

The news came back quickly, "Where did you get this picture?"

Zhou Nan replied: "I picked it up in our dormitory."

Zhou Xintang put down the picture album and pen in his hand, with his eyebrows condensed, picked up the phone and zoomed in on the picture.

Slightly scribbled lines, but outline the charm of a piece of clothing, flamboyantly shocking, like a dragon.

Very tricky design style, kitschy but not vulgar, gorgeous and stunning, but also a bit immortal.

Zhou Xintang's heart was tight, he clicked to save, and then asked, "Only this one?"

"Yeah." Zhou Nan glanced at the manuscript placed on his leg, "Cousin, can this dress be made? It feels so beautiful."

The light in Zhou Xintang's eyes was very bright, "I will go near your school at noon, and you will bring me the manuscript."

...

Class ends at noon.

When Zhou Nan walked out of the school gate, she saw Zhou Xintang waiting at the gate and smiled at her, "Cousin."

Zhou Xintang nodded, "Has the artwork tape been designed?"

"Oh, I brought it." Zhou Nan took out the neatly folded sheet of paper from his pocket.

It was crumpled into a ball before, and the paper was crumpled.

Zhou Xintang stared at this manuscript, his eyes were not blinking, and his lips pressed to restrain his excitement.

"Zhou Nan, have you shown this manuscript to anyone?" she asked.

Zhou Nan looked at her a little strangely, "No, why are you asking like that?"

Zhou Xintang's eyes flashed, and he smiled and said, "It's okay, just ask casually, you remember not to tell others about this."

Zhou Nan is a dull person in Zhou's family, so Zhou Xintang occasionally talks to her. She listens to Zhou Xintang's words, "I see."

On the way back to school, Zhou Xintang was absent-minded.

When she rented out, she lowered her eyes, walked into the experimental middle school, and finally took out her mobile phone and sent a picture to her teacher.

By the end of the first get out of class, Zhou Xintang was about to see if there was any news on WeChat.

The phone rang suddenly, it was the teacher's phone.

As soon as I connected, an impatient voice came from over there, "Xintang, did you paint this?"

Zhou Xintang didn't respond to this question. He put a hand in his pocket and squeezed the paper tightly, "Teacher, how about this design draft?"

"How?" The teacher couldn't restrain his excitement, "I can tell you this, if this picture is taken to this year's designer competition, you must be the well-deserved first place!"

Zhou Xintang froze in her seat, the noise in the classroom turned into a blurred background, and her heart was faintly dry.