She actually wants to compete on the spot? And she is still making colorful clothes?

Is Ye Zihan crazy?

Xiao Yu was a little confused. He firmly believed that it would be impossible for a plagiarist to recover the colorful clothes? Those who can be familiar with those craftsmanship and make those works of retro art do not need to plagiarize at all!

"Why should I compete with her?" Chen Wen was anxious. Shouldn't the game be your indulge? Ye Zihan, a bitch, made a unilateral decision without asking for her opinion!

Xiao Yu suddenly turned around: "Chen Wen, don't you dare?"

Chen Wen's heart suddenly sank, and then she realized that she was almost exposed.

"It's not that I don't dare, but, in three days, where did I prepare all those things? Ye Zihan definitely did it on purpose!"

Not to mention whether the materials for the Nishang feathers are carefully selected and can prepare the raw materials, her biggest problem is that she doesn’t even know what materials are needed to prepare a Nishang feathers. How can she prepare it?

Can't this investigation reveal the truth?

"I can prepare the raw materials for you. You only need to be responsible for preparing the competition in three days!" Xiao Yu is really a caring and righteous gentleman.

Chen Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

There are many things that can be done in three days, such as Yue Qingyun can incite enough people to overthrow Ye Zihan. Three days is enough for Chen Wen to provide the production process according to the design draft in Ye Zihan's patent book, and practice diligently to prepare for the third day's competition.

In three days, Ye Zihan's reservation was refunded by one-third, which was all thanks to Yue Qingyun.

It was all real money. Lan Ziqi was so anxious that she seemed like an ant on the hot pan. She called Pei Qifan to ask for advice, but Pei Qifan only cared about the progress of the 100,000 support service he gave.

Lan Ziqi wanted to spit out blood and show him on the spot.

The most calm one is probably Ye Zihan. On the third day, she even made a love egg for Pei Chunan, and spared no effort to lure him: "You can't go today, there must be many media being there, it's not good to photograph you."

Pei Chunan, who had cut a piece of poached egg, put down his knife and fork: "Does all celebrities like to have secret marriages?"

"Uh, I mean you have been exposed in the program team now. What if someone knows that you are a member of the Pei family?"

The eldest young master of the Pei family ran to pretend to be a judge. What do you think is this?

Pei Chunan didn't say anything, picked up the knife and fork and ate the love poached egg.

In two days, Chaoxingxing will enter the convening training stage. As Chaoxingxing’s newly hired vocal instructor, Qi Yong is already eager to come and see the strange style of Ye Zihan.

Early in the morning, he wore a hood and a mask and mixed in the crowd. He queued for nearly an hour before successfully entering the National Style Pavilion. It was not over yet, and there were crowds of people inside, and he rubbed shoulders. After his customized baby shoes were stepped on n times, he finally regretted that he did not bring a group of bodyguards.

Looking at this situation, his signing meeting was not so lively. What is Ye Zihan? He is just a chick who has not officially debuted yet. Why? Just because she sang his songs so badly?

The most annoying thing is that the National Style Museum is playing several ancient style songs in a loop, half of which are his, but the young man humming along with the music is Ye Zihan's virus tune. Some of them sigh: "Do you think that the more you hum this virus tune, the more you feel? It sounds better than anything else?"

"Well! I've discovered it long ago! I told you before that you didn't believe it!"

Qi Yong thought he was a humble person who wanted to learn. He was very repulsive to the virus tune that many people affirmed, but he couldn't help but hum. As a result, half an hour later, he could no longer find the tune of his song.

"It's crazy!" Qi Yong threw the virus out of his mind and refused to touch it anymore. After squeezing through a crowd, he became familiar with it and went to the third floor.

He had already visited the road two days ago, but unfortunately the monster Ye Zihan was not here. I heard that she would come to compete with someone today and would definitely appear. He was ready to squat the scene without hesitation and asked her why she was ruining his songs.

"Brother He, that person has been here to check in for the third time. Isn't it really a thief?" Cheng Ye squatted at the door like a cat who found a mouse, staring at the young man in a hood.

He Qiu glanced at him and frowned: "I'm really persistent!"

Putting down the paper and pen in his hand, He Qiu walked straight to Qi Yong, "Mr. Qi, is there anything you can help you?"

The gentle and gentle tone scared Qi Yong to make him excited.

"You, have you recognized me?"

"To be precise, I admit that you have a figure, your figure is very special."

Qi Yong has read the list of Chaoxing students, so he naturally knows what to ask for. Today he is wandering around the National Style Pavilion, and he also knows one of the designer's habits - that is, designing clothes based on people's figure and appearance. If you can't see him, don't even think about him!

Because of this gimmick, many people came here. In three days, no less than a hundred people were attracted by his eyes.

Suddenly being praised by such a designer, Qi Yong's pride swelled up.

He took off his shelf, took off his hood, and revealed his beautiful head outline: "I'm here to design clothes. I heard that your Chinese style museum is good."

"Ye Zihan probably has no time today, why don't you change the time?"

Why ask for a tactful expression?

"No, just look for you." Qi Yong had already walked into his studio.

"I'm afraid this won't work. I can't design clothes for everyone. Unfortunately, Mr. Qi's figure does not conform to my aesthetic."

Qi Yong's feet, who was about to step in, froze in the air. He turned around and saw that he still had a harmonious and gentle gaze, and this gaze actually contained a very sincere apology.

In an instant, Qi Yong's brain nerves were almost blown off.

He silently took back the foot that was frozen in the air and tried his best to save his embarrassment: "Aren't you afraid of bankruptcy like this?"

"I'm afraid, but I can't help either. I'm really sorry!"

Qi Yong discovered that this behavior pattern is very unique, but his personality is unexpectedly gentle and without edges.

"Since Mr. Qi is here, why not come in and have a cup of tea. Ye Zihan will broadcast the game live later. You can choose to watch it below or you can choose to watch it above. The floor-to-ceiling window here is facing the hall below."

He Qiu felt as if Mingjinger was in his heart. Qi Yong came here several times and must have been troubled by Ye Zihan. Didn’t he just cover your song "Yu Meiren"? As for it?

At half past nine, Ye Zihan arrived at the National Style Pavilion on time, and dozens of media inside and outside the door were moved.

One step ahead of her, Chen Wen's car was parked at the entrance of the Guofeng Pavilion. However, Chen Wen was accompanied by Xiao Yu personally driving a luxury car, while Ye Zihan just took a taxi casually.

This treatment is really a world. Even the media I saw almost went in the wrong direction at that moment, thinking that Chen Wen was the star of the tomorrow who participated in the Founding Style Pavilion.

The moment Chen Wen got off the car, she also had an illusion. When she saw a group of reporters rushing towards her, she almost thought she was really popular. As a result, several of them ran to the front. Seeing that it was her, she immediately turned to Ye Zihan.

Chen Wen got out of the car, and the door was deserted, and there was no fallen leaves left in the place where the breeze swept. Looking at Ye Zihan, who was urging in front of others, his resentment surged in his heart.

"You just need to play seriously, and there is no need to worry about anything else." Xiao Yu was afraid that Chen Wen would perform abnormally because she focused too much on other things.

Chen Wen nodded and followed Ye Zihan into the hall of the National Style Museum.

Dozens of security guards have already rectified the National Style Pavilion in an orderly manner, with many onlookers standing on the three floors.

The cameras of dozens of media outlets have long occupied a good position and aimed at two workbenches. Ye Zihan and Chen Wen have sat down one after another.

Ye Zihan glanced at the scene and found that the large online platforms that should be coming were basically here. She briefly said a few opening remarks. Later, Xiao Yu, a well-known figure in the Hanfu circle, personally hanged out the set of colorful clothes that stunned the entire Hanfu circle as a reference standard for this competition.

The brakes of Nishang and Yuyi appeared, and the audience was in full bloom. Qi Yong, who was watching the show upstairs, almost pressed his face against the glass.

"Or why Mr. Qi went down to see me and I could ask someone to find a location close to Nishang and Yuyi."

Why ask for a very understanding person? Anyone who loves ancient style can hardly withstand the temptation of such a stunning work.

Qi Yong forced himself to pull the corner of his mouth, suppressed his excitement, and forced himself to press himself on the sofa by the window, "No, it's just a dance dress. This dance dress looks very complicated, can Ye Zihan really copy it?"

"Of course. She can make the first one and she can make the second one." Maybe the second one would be better.

Qi Yong was shocked: "What does it mean?" What is the first and second thing? It turns out that she has done it?

He Qiu smiles: "literally."

Qi Yong:...

When Ye Zihan saw the colorful clothes in the hall, his eyes lit up.

This is the most satisfactory work of all her designs, but it is also the one that has been ruined the most. Otherwise, she would only price 880,000 yuan for other works, but this one dared to directly ask for two million yuan, which shows how much it is in her mind.

I reached out to touch her customized fabric and felt sad. Just as her fingers scratched her cuffs, she suddenly paused and her face suddenly sank.

"You have half an hour to read the original version carefully." Xiao Yu reminded.

Half an hour was not enough to study the embroidery pattern of a belt. Why did the little bandit dig such a sinkhole for herself? What did she think?

Looking at Ye Zihan's face, Xiao Yu was full of worry. This worry stimulated Chen Wen next to him. Chen Wen said contemptuously: "Even if you give you three hours, it's useless. Why waste time? Let's start the competition now."

Ye Zihan turned his head suddenly, his eyes cutting like a sharp blade. Chen Wen was shocked and realized that she had performed this drama, but in front of the media, she had to look at the drama like this. Turning her head, she looked back at Ye Zihan proudly, without any guilt.

"Chen Wen, have you moved this outfit?"

"What are you talking about? This is made by me, of course I have moved it!" Chen Wen glanced at Nishang Yuyi with guilt. Did Ye Zihan see something wrong?

In order to make a video, she borrowed the Nishang Yu from Xiao Yu, so she had to take it apart, pretend to sew it again, and edited a few embroidery and painting videos to piece it together. When others saw it, it seemed that the clothes were made by her own hands.

Ye Zihan didn't say anything, but his breath was obviously not very good.
Chapter completed!