She dipped her brush in mud and painted with it.
Upon seeing Mu Yin Yin’s actions, someone immediately imitated her. The first person to do so was Nan Shi Qing.
"A clumsy imitation."
Qi Mo offered his evaluation directly. In his eyes, Nan Shi Qing was worthless.
Even disgusting!
Fu Si Ye remained silent, but it couldn't be denied that the moment the camera cut to Nan Shi Qing, her gaze had been fixed on the woman wearing the ghost-faced mask…
Clearly…
Nan Shi Qing had already recognized this person as Mu Yin Yin!!
She had indeed come!
Meanwhile, outside, Qi Mo and Fu Si Ye…
Fu Si Ye looked coldly at Qi Mo, his voice laced with sarcasm, "Young Master Qi, accompanying your childhood sweetheart out this time, aren’t you afraid Mu Yin Yin will be displeased?"
Qi Mo was slightly stunned.
He accompanied Ai Mi out?
Qi Mo looked at Fu Si Ye in surprise. Didn’t he know?
At that moment, Qi Mo suddenly smiled.
Fu Si Ye’s expression darkened, utterly bewildered.
Qi Mo, however, chuckled and said, "Perhaps, I truly pity you, Mr. Fu."
Fu Si Ye’s brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"
Qi Mo smiled, then suddenly fell silent, his mood seemingly much improved.
This was because he was genuinely happy that Mu Yin Yin would personally tell him things that Fu Si Ye, her husband of three years, didn’t know – that she could design, that she was going to participate in a design competition.
He had investigated some information and learned about Mu Yin Yin. Naturally, he had also found out about the things Mu Yin Yin had done for Nan Shi Qing.
Therefore…
Mu Yin Yin had not concealed much from him this time.
But Fu Si Ye knew nothing.
Qi Mo curled his lips slightly. "Let’s just watch the competition closely and see who will emerge superior?"
Fu Si Ye’s eyes darkened significantly. Qi Mo had clearly meant something earlier, but he refused to elaborate. If he were to ask again, it would not only be unnecessary but also counterproductive to getting the answer he sought.
As for what he didn’t know, Fu Si Ye had a premonition that he had missed something very important.
The camera shifted back to the competition arena.
As the contestants imitated, they focused on their drawing boards, their hands sketching and outlining scenes conjured in their minds with twigs.
No one spoke in the venue; the recordings captured only the sounds of nature – the chirping of insects and the babbling of streams.
"Time’s up!"
An old man walked forward slowly, his hands behind his back.
He approached the girl with the green-faced, fanged ghost mask. He had been observing this girl for a long time, from her initial calm demeanor in breaking twigs to her hands stopping later.
He knew the girl had finished her design draft in advance, but he had never expected that her design draft would still be so eye-catching despite the scarcity of materials.
Just as he was about to speak, angry shouts came from nearby—
"I already told you to wait, wait! You still want to snatch it? Are you blind? You think you can afford to compensate for the design draft I painstakingly created now?"
"The competition has time regulations. If you can't finish within the time limit, we still have to review it. If we have to wait an extra minute because of you, and then others demand two minutes, three minutes, will the competition continue to proceed?"
The staff member was stern.
However, the old man also noticed that after the staff member finished speaking, the man who was shouting clenched his fist, ready to resort to violence!
"This is a design competition, not a martial arts tournament. Do you think this is a marketplace?" The old man stepped forward, displeased. The next moment, several staff members had surrounded the man.
The man’s expression changed, and he instantly reined in his temper.
Seeing that the man was no longer causing trouble, the old man shifted his gaze. However, when he looked back at the spot where the girl with the green-faced, fanged ghost mask had been, she was already gone.
A hint of regret flashed in the old man's eyes. He had wanted to ask her a few more questions.
Flipping through the design drafts one by one, the old man finally found the one he was looking for.
However, the design draft only bore a single character, 'Yin.'
Although it was mud used as ink and there were no direct pigments, the girl had skillfully utilized green grass juice. She had designed two outfits.
One was a long, strappy dress, and the other was a jumpsuit. The bag and accessories, as well as the earrings, were all well-displayed.
If these were made into finished products, they would undoubtedly be a huge hit!
While the contestants waited for their judging, the old man directly presented the girl's design draft—
"No need to look any further. The girl wearing the green-faced, fanged ghost mask is the champion of this 'Spring' preliminary test. Regardless of whether she passes the subsequent three mini-competitions, her design draft will be used as the opening work for the next season's fashion competition."
Upon hearing the old man’s words, everyone in the venue was utterly astonished!
A look of profound disbelief crossed everyone’s eyes!
Was this… was this too hasty?
But…
This old man was highly respected. Everyone knew how steady and prudent he was; he would never do anything rash.
This was enough to prove how exceptional the design was.
Of course, there was also envy.
After all, there were hundreds of participants in this design competition. Yet, the old man had singled out this one design draft from so many, and he had even specifically named the girl with the green-faced, fanged ghost mask.
What kind of relationship did this girl have that the old man remembered her so clearly? Was it because of her unique mask?
No, it wasn’t.
"Judge, are you showing favoritism to a relative or a secret lover? You haven't even looked at others' design drafts, nor have you consulted with other judges, and you're directly selecting a champion now. Is this appropriate?"
Someone directly retorted with a cold sneer.
The old man was not annoyed. Instead, he instructed someone to project the design draft onto the big screen.
The moment the clearer image appeared, everyone in the venue gasped in admiration, including Nan Shi Qing.
Nan Shi Qing had started to panic from the moment the old man mentioned the 'green-faced, fanged ghost' mask.
Mu Yin Yin was the only one at the venue wearing such a mask. Mu Yin Yin was so talented, and now that the old man had announced it, she felt even more uncertain.
Mu Yin Yin had deliberately come for her, deliberately to crush her, deliberately to make her look bad, deliberately to steal the spotlight!!
Watching the broadcast, Fu Si Ye’s brow furrowed even tighter. He felt something was amiss.
And within the broadcast, the scene continued to unfold.
"After everyone has seen this design draft, do you have anything else to say about my chosen champion?" the old man asked calmly and slowly, seeing that no one spoke after the design draft was displayed.
The judges finally understood why the old man had been so decisive. The brushstrokes were skilled and powerful, indicating a mature designer who could adapt readily.
The most crucial quality for a designer was adaptability.
Nan Shi Qing clearly noticed the signature character 'Yin' as well.