When Lu Yang saw the news on his phone, he was slightly shocked, "Sister Mang, who are you looking for?"

"Lan Ting." Gu Mang glanced at him, spit out two words lightly, stuffed his headphones and slept on the table.

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

What did Sister Mang just say?

Lanting?!

When Xiaopang heard the name, he also turned around in a loud voice, restraining his excited voice, "Brother Yang, do you know Lanting too, right? That's the brand that is so popular in the world fashion stage. Did Sister Mang really look for them?"

Will designers of this kind design clothes for their students?

Lu Yang stared at the sleeping girl in a daze.

...

Zhou Nan has been watching the original design manuscript I picked up in the trash can that night.

I don't know if it's from my own dormitory or other dormitory.

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

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

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

The news over there was quickly replying, "Where did you get this picture?"

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

Zhou Xintang put down the album and pen in his hand, clasped his eyebrows, picked up his cell phone, and enlarged the picture.

The slightly sloppy lines outline the charm of a piece of clothing, like a stunning geese and like a dragon.

The design style is very tricky, charming but not vulgar, gorgeous and stunning, and exudes a bit of fairy spirit.

Zhou Xintang's heart was very tight, so he ordered the save and asked again: "Only this one?"

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

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

...

Classes end at noon.

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

Zhou Xintang nodded, "Have you brought the design artwork?"

"Oh, I'll bring it." Zhou Nan took out the neatly folded piece of paper from his pocket.

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

Zhou Xintang stared at the original manuscript, her eyes pursed for a moment, and she restrained her excitement.

"Zhou Nan, have you seen this manuscript for others?" she asked.

Zhou Nan looked at her strangely, "No, cousin, why are you asking like this?"

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

Zhou Nan was the kind of person who was silent at the Zhou family, and only Zhou Xintang occasionally said a few words to her. She listened to Zhou Xintang very much, "I understand."

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

As soon as she was rented out, she lowered her eyes and walked into the Experimental Middle School. Finally, she took out her cell phone and sent a picture to her teacher.

When the first class is over, Zhou Xintang is about to check if there is any news on WeChat.

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

As soon as it was connected, an impatient voice came from over there, "Xintang, did you draw this?"

Zhou Xintang didn't respond to this problem. He put one hand in his pocket and tightened the paper, "Teacher, how about this design draft?"

"How is it?" The teacher couldn't help but feel excited, "I can tell you this way. If this picture is taken to this year's designer competition, you will definitely be the best-deserved first place!"
Chapter completed!