What do these people mean? Tang Buhuan was so worried that he was not afraid, and glared at the girl directly: "Do you know, Jule..."

"Okay, stop talking about anything else. I don't like people who talk too much nonsense." The people on the stage didn't seem to care what these people were talking about at all.

"Jule is the teacher of Mo Xu and Aishalina, and the mentor of another genius designer, Mulando. The students he has taught and the people he has liked have never been successful. He is a very powerful person, but he is very low-key. It is really unexpected that he would come to participate in such a talent show..." Tang Buhuai whispered to Murong Jinyan.

Murong Jinyan nodded, saying that he had heard Tang Buhuai's words.

Tang Buhua didn't say anything more, looked at Jule on the stage and waited for his next words.

"I am a temporary tutor. Because you have more people, I called me to come here temporarily. I don't care about the rules of other groups. Now I give you a piece of fabric and a pair of scissors, and then start designing it for me. The clothes you think are the most beautiful. The people I call to stop in the middle of the journey, and you can stop and stop leaving at any time." Jule lowered his head, looked at the list in his hand, and said simply and roughly.

"Damn it, didn't you agree to get a score?"

"Yes, why are our rules different from other groups?"

"How do you make clothes without a theme? A pair of scissors don't even have a thread? You really treat us as gods!"

Another group of people chattered and dissatisfied. Although Tang Buhuai hated such impolite behavior, he resisted and did not refute them this time.

The rules Jule set for them are indeed quite harsh and very difficult.

A piece of cloth, a pair of scissors.

"Is it OK?" Murong Jinyan lowered his head, looked at Tang Buhuai, and asked in a low voice.

"Yes! If not, you must be ok." Tang Buhua smiled, "And... different from what I imagined! Maybe I have a chance of winning here in Jule!" Jule was obviously not a person who was bound by dogma.

Maybe... if she was injured on her arm and could not handle it yourself, she could be tolerated in Jule.

"Let's start now. Those who have objections can go out there." Jule said, raised his hand, signaled, and pointed directly at the gate.

Although there was still a group of people whispering unhappy in the audience, there was no way. Jule was the examiner of this game, and the tutor had the final say. No matter how much others wanted to protest, they were not considered a green onion!

Therefore, although there are many people who are dissatisfied, no one will really be willing to lose such an excellent opportunity to make a comeback just to be angry. After all,... it is difficult to get the quota for this competition.

When Jule started, everyone was troubled by the fabric in their hands.

What everyone gets is cloth of different materials, colors and textures...

Tang Buhua got a piece of light blue fabric with silk texture.

"What did you think of when you see this?" Tang Buhuai asked Murong Jinyan.

Murong Jinyan looked at Tang Buhuai: "God?"

"Sky. Sky... so, cut this from here." Tang Buhua held the scratching powder in his left hand and drew a curve on the fabric with a little difficulty.
Chapter completed!