Lin Xiyue always said that wind is rain. After returning home that night, she carefully drew the design draft. Thanks to her having studied art for a while, she had some painting skills, and the design drafts she drew were quite similar.

Then, she used the "special materials" she collected to start making clothes.

These "special materials" are her trump card, she has confidence - looking at the whole class and even the whole school, no one can imagine it except her.

Although Xu Jiayan's provocative attitude was annoying, she felt that she wanted to thank her instead. This was the first time she had worked so seriously and so hard for something.

Su Yifeng sat aside and looked at her quietly, her eyes falling on her drooping eyelashes, and a shallow curve raised on the corner of her mouth

Until late at night, Lin Xiyue continued to fiddle with the materials while yawning, and her eyelids kept falling down.

The moment her face fell to the table, Su Yifeng reached out and took her cheek, and then carefully pulled back his hand.

...

When she woke up the next day, Lin Xiyue found herself lying on the pink bed in the bedroom, and there were a lot of clothes she had made overnight on the desk.

She jumped out of bed, and admired the past one by one with a sense of accomplishment. Suddenly, she patted her forehead and said to herself, "Have I made so many clothes last night?"

She remembered that she only made three or four pieces at most, but why didn't she have any impression of the latter ones?

Then, she patted her forehead again: "Well, it must have been done between half sleep and half awake. Emma, ​​I am so amazing."

On the way to school, Su Yifeng kept yawning, looking sleepy.

Lin Xiyue glared at him: "Are you busy saving the entire Milky Way last night? Look at my sister, I made clothes all night last night, and even did it while dreaming. I wasn't sleepy, you still have the nerve to sleep."

Su Yifeng: “…”

The baby is sad, the baby won’t say it!

...

It was soon the day of the selection, and the first group to play was Wang Yuyan.

She took the usual fairy route, and the design theme was the Seven Fairies.

I saw seven young girls wearing pink gauze skirts of seven colors, holding a dough fan in their hands, dancing to the melodious and melodious music, like a group of fairies descending to the mortal world.

After the performance, the students in the class applauded enthusiastically.

The moment he returned to his seat, Xu Jiayan seemed to be determined to win: "I think we need to customize some backgrounds and props, which are only a few hundred yuan. At that time, the class fee will be reimbursed, and the day of the official performance will be more perfect."

Lin Xiyue, who was standing beside her, couldn't help but say, "Is it too early to think about these things now? Let's talk about them when your group is selected."

"Ha, it's funny!" Xu Jiayan glanced at her, "Can we not choose, and it's your turn to choose?"

"What if our team is selected?" Lin Xiyue straightened her back and made herself look more confident. "Then you will run errands for us at that time. How about being responsible for logistics?"

"Okay, who is afraid of whom! If our group is selected, you can run errands for us!" Xu Jiayan scoffed.

She could not wait to see the scene where Lin Xiyue, a little bitch, was beaten by herself and slapped and stepped on her feet.

Wang Yuyan maintained her usual cold smile, and a hint of contempt flashed through her eyes.

It's really ridiculous. How could she lose to someone like Lin Xiyue, who has always been arrogant? She can't even compare to a single hair of her hair, and she doesn't even deserve to carry her shoes!
Chapter completed!