Chapter 332: Walking Hormone

The topic for the semifinals was simple and straightforward.

Ye Li chose black—pure ink black, as if a calligrapher was preparing to write, and the moment the brush touched the paper, a drop of ink fell onto the rice paper.

Wan Mingyi chose white—the image flipped, and a character for "mist" emerged.

Ambiguous.

Oddly intriguing.

Each noted their respective topics before heading out together, returning to the studio.

A week flew by in the blink of an eye.

On Thursday night, submissions closed at precisely 24:00.

All day Friday, Wan Mingyi had been unable to calm her restless mind.

If the preliminary round left her anxious about being eliminated, then for the semifinals, there was just one word in Wan Mingyi's mind: Hustle!

Even though she was merely a rookie with no professional experience.

Even though she was surrounded by designers who shone brightly in the industry.

On this stage, she still wanted to give her all to seize a spot for herself.