Chapter 157 Design Manuscript

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

"Lanting." Gu Mang glanced at him, spit out two words lightly, and put his earphones on the table to sleep.

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

What did Miss Mang just say?

Lanting? !

When Xiaopang heard the name, he turned around and restrained his excited voice, "Brother Yang, you know Lan Ting, right? That's a brand that has become popular on the world fashion stage. Is Sister Mang really looking for them?"

This kind of coffee designer will design clothes for these students?

Lu Yang stared blankly at the sleeping girl.

...

Zhou Nan has been looking at the design manuscripts that he picked up in the trash can that night.

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

People often come to their dormitory, and there may be other students who come to their dormitory to draw pictures, but they are not satisfied and threw it away.

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

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

The message over there responded quickly, "Where did you get this picture from?"

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

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

Slightly scribbled lines, but outlines the charm of a piece of clothing, like a flying dragon, like a dragon.

Very tricky design style, flattering but not vulgar, gorgeous and stunning, and a bit of fairy spirit.

Zhou Xintang's heart was tense, she clicked Save, and asked, "This is the only one?"

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

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

...

get out of class at noon.

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

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

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

It was crumpled up before, and the paper was crumpled.

Zhou Xintang stared at this manuscript, her eyes not blinking for a moment, her lips pursed to restrain her excitement.

"Zhou Nan, have you shown this manuscript to others?" she asked.

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

Zhou Xintang's eyes flashed, and she said with a smile, "It's alright, just ask casually, and don't tell anyone about it if you remember."

Zhou Nan is the kind of mute in the Zhou family, so Zhou Xintang occasionally said a few words to her. She listened to Zhou Xintang's words very much, "I see."

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

After renting out, she lowered her eyes, walked into the experimental middle school, and finally took out her mobile phone and sent a picture to her teacher.

At the end of the first get out of class, Zhou Xintang was just looking to see if there was any news on WeChat.

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

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

Zhou Xintang didn't answer the question. With one hand in his pocket, he squeezed the paper tightly, "Teacher, how is this design draft?"

"How is it?" The teacher couldn't contain his excitement, "I can tell you this, if this picture is taken in this year's designer competition, you will definitely be the first prize winner!".

Zhou Xintang froze in his seat, the noise in the classroom became a blurred background, and his heart was faintly dry.