On the day of the competition, in order to prevent another accident, Wang Yue specially arranged for two teams of bodyguards to follow the car and provide heavy protection.
When they arrived at the scene, the reporter thought some big shot was coming, but they didn't expect that it was a little girl who got out of the car.
"What, who is this? Such a big battle, just giving each other a little girl?"
"Yes, she has never seen anything from her background."
"But this little girl is quite beautiful."
"..."
The media whispered, being placed on the periphery.
This competition has attracted global attention, so the gold content can be seen. The organizer is organized by a mysterious top family. It is closely guarded and screened at all levels. It is civilized with the ultimate goal of strength first.
After all, this is a grand event where strong people gather, and those who come to the scene are players sponsored by top-notch world-class companies.
Only when she actually arrived at the scene did Han Muwei know why her teacher had been disappointed with her in her previous life, and she herself had despised herself.
She can only participate in this world-class competition once, and if she misses it, she will lose it.
The scene and specifications are both valuable. If you miss it, you will have to wait another ten years, and then there will be an age limit.
Han Muwei walked onto the red carpet with Han Zizhu on her arm. There were many contestants of similar age to her present.
Not far away, she saw Lu Yi chatting with several girls.
Lu Yi saw Han Muwei and called her enthusiastically, and Han Muwei responded with a smile.
"This is my best friend Han Muwei. Thanks to her, I can participate in the competition. With her watching from the audience, I feel more confident."
Lu Yi was moved by herself, while the others only regarded Han Muwei as an audience member and smiled distantly at her. She was not her opponent and there was no need to take her seriously.
"Hello, my name is Han Muwei, race number 8, please give me your advice."
She introduced herself gracefully, asking everyone to look at each other and introduce each other with smiles, completely ignoring what Lu Yi started to say.
Those who can come here are all children of aristocratic families with strength and means. Anyone who has not experienced dark and fierce competition has squeezed in. They will not pay attention to Lu Yi's little tricks.
Here, only strength comes first and you are worthy of being favored by your opponents.
Han Muwei's competition number highlights her strength. This is the ranking obtained by the organizer among the 300 people selected through multi-layer data comparison.
Even if FY only chooses one person in the end, standing at the top, the final ranking will also define the strength of the contestants.
Ding dong!
The game broadcast started, and all the players present walked towards the room marked with their game number.
Lu Yi looked at Han Muwei's back with jealousy. She would not give up just like that.
From the moment you enter the venue, it is under closed management, and everyone accompanying you is watching from the second floor.
Each person is assigned an independent studio, and the works for the next three competitions are completed here.
There are a total of 300 rooms on site, and large screens are broadcasting the contestants in their seats in real time. There are 600 judges and teachers alone, and 1,200 administrators.
The scene was spectacular and serious at the same time, and the tense atmosphere made everyone feel stressed.
Fortunately, Han Muwei has been trained by the devil, so this will not consume her.
The topics were set at the broadcast site. The theme of the first game was Chunhui. The genre should be freely used to give people a feeling of spring breeze.
Contestants need to complete the conception, design, and production of the finished product within three hours. They will be graded S, A, and B. 100 people will be eliminated to enter the second round.
Not only is time tight, but it also extremely tests the strength and psychological quality of the players.
The competition was announced and the two-meter electronic countdown on the big screen began. The scene fell into a kind of silence, where the needle could be seen, and the explosive tension was overwhelming.
Everyone was scrambling to draw the design draft and scratching their heads.
Seeing that Han Muwei didn't make any move yet, she just looked at the empty table, clasped her hands and remained motionless.
As time passed by, someone had already started to measure and cut. Everyone was doing it one after another, but Han Muwei remained motionless, which attracted the attention of everyone present.
Han Zizhu stood up from his seat in a hurry on the second floor. What's wrong with the little girl? Is she too nervous? It's okay, second brother is here to cheer you up, little sister, don't be afraid.
His series of cheering movements in front of the glass attracted many people around him to watch. He didn't know that he couldn't be seen from below.
Han Muwei was still making ideas. After the golden hour, some contestants had already started sewing.
Han Muwei just started to sketch out the design draft on the white paper.
"Wow, she just started painting now, is it too late?"
"It's not just trying to impress people, is it? People like this usually don't have much strength. I really don't know how they got in. To be so beautiful, they must have used some tricks, haha."
The two men next to them said something bad about their sister. Of course Han Zizhu had to refute it.
"What do you know? My sister has passed three levels and defeated six generals one by one. Her position is the proof. No matter how bad the dog's mouth is, I will definitely pursue it to the end."
His aura was intimidating, his eyes were sharp, and he gave off a cold and solemn aura in the courtroom, making the two of them shut up obediently.
The people present today are all top-notch big shots, and it would be irrational to offend anyone.
"Look, this is too fast. This technique is so powerful."
Following the speaker, Han Muwei drew the design draft in one minute. In five minutes, the cut fabrics were placed neatly on the table. He skillfully selected accessories and accessories on the wall. The whole process was smooth and smooth, without a trace of excess.
Every step she takes seems to have been carefully planned and comes as naturally as eating. The complex matching and fine sewing techniques appear casual and full of art in her hands.
"My eyes learned, but my hands failed."
"Is this talent? I am really here to be an NPC."
"How long does it take to learn to be like her? This little girl seems to be born to eat this kind of rice."
"Whose daughter is this? It's so enviable."
This is a truly talented player.
She is not making clothes at the moment, but carving a piece of art.
Han Zizhu looked at his sister, and his heart swelled with pride. She really deserved to be his sister, she was so outstanding and dazzling.
Lu Yi reproduced the design draft she had seen in Han Muwei's portfolio. After seeing the admiration in the eyes of the judges, she continued confidently.
The countdown to the game began, and in the last 30 minutes, the atmosphere was highly tense. Some people even made mistakes due to nervousness, and cut the fabric due to shaking hands, and were directly eliminated.
Lu Yi entered the finale with satisfaction. When she saw the judges' eyes, she knew that she was stable and prepared to comment confidently.
Han Muwei still has one-third of the workload in the fast technique. Whether she can complete it on time has received great attention.
Everyone held their breath and waited for time to pass by.
