The competition was still underway, and the moment of victory or defeat was imminent.
Rong Yan's design dazzled everyone, and people were consciously convinced he would be the dark horse of the day.
It was a surprise that such an impressive designer could emerge from an obscure small company.
The contest swiftly moved into the third round, leaving only five designers.
At that point, the host came over.
"Congratulations to the five contestants, congratulations on making it to the finals. For the final round, we will be doing impromptu creation, giving you one hour's time."
Everyone: "..."
Zhou Jingya: ??
Why is it different from what Liu Qing said?
If she was left to design on her own, wouldn't that spell doom for her?
Liu Qing glanced at her, pointing at the design sketch in her hand.
Zhou Jingya suddenly realized—she just had to make the dress from the third sketch.
After Zhou Jingya's panicked expression gradually calmed, the host spoke again.