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Lu Yang saw the message and was startled. "Sister Mang, who did you find?"

"Lan Ting," Gu Mang said mildly as she glanced at him, plugged in her earphones, and lay on the table to sleep.

Hearing that, Lu Yang's eyes were filled with disbelief.

What did Sister Mang just say? Lan Ting?!

Hearing the name, Fatty turned and tried to restrain his excited voice. "Brother Yang, you know Lan Ting too, right? That's a brand that has hit the world's fashion stage by storm. Sister Mang really went to them? "

A designer of that level would design clothes for mere students? Lu Yang stared blankly at Gu Mang who was sleeping.

…

For the past few days, Zhou Nan had been looking at the design that she picked up in the wastebasket since that night. She didn't know if it was from their dormitory or from another dormitory. They usually had people coming to visit and it was possible that other students came to their dormitory to draw, leaving an unsatisfactory drawing in the wastebasket.

But the clothes in the drawing looked really good. How could the artist be unsatisfied with it?

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, Zhou Nan took a photo of it and sent it to her cousin. "Cousin, doesn't this look good?"

A reply came back quickly. "Where did you get this?"

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

Zhou Xintang put down the drawing book and pen in her hand, her brows furrowed as she held up the phone and zoomed in on the picture.

The lines seemed a little rough but brought out the gracefulness of the costume. It was very tricky for a design style to be tasteful, stunning, and ethereal.

Zhou Xintang grew anxious as she clicked to save it. She asked, "There's only one?"

"Yeah." Zhou Nan glanced at the draft on her lap. "Cousin, can this costume be made? It looks so beautiful."

Zhou Xintang's eyes lit up brightly. "I will go to your school at noon. Pass me the draft then."

…

Class ended at noon.

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

Zhou Xintang nodded. "Did you bring the draft?"

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

The paper was creased because it had been crumpled into a ball when she found it.

Zhou Xintang stared at the draft, her eyes were unblinking. Her lips pursed to restrain her excitement.

"Zhou Nan, have you shown this drawing to anyone else?" she asked.

Zhou Nan looked at her a little strangely. "No, Cousin, why do you ask?"

Zhou Xintang's eyes gleamed. She smiled and said, "It's nothing, I was only asking casually. Remember not to tell anyone about this."

In the Zhou family, Zhou Xintang was the kind of person who usually kept things to herself. It was only Zhou Xintang who would occasionally talk to her. She was very trusting of Zhou Xintang. "Okay."

On the way back to school Zhou Xintang was very distracted. After getting out of the taxi, she looked down, and walked into the experimental high school. Then she took out the cell phone and sent the photo to her teacher. At the end of the first class Zhou Xintang checked for new messages in WeChat. Then, her phone suddenly started to ring. It was her teacher calling.

Upon connecting, an eager voice came from the other end. "Xintang, did you draw this?"

Zhou Xintang didn't answer the question. With a hand in her pocket, she grasped the paper tightly. "Teacher, what do you think about this design?"

"What do I think?" The teacher couldn't hold back her excitement. "I can tell you that if this design is entered in this year's designer competition, you will definitely win the competition!"

Zhou Xintang was dazed in her seat. The clamor in the classroom faded into the background as she grew anxious.