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Feng Nuan was panicked when he heard the words, "Then our costumes are not lost, they are almost equal to the high order. I heard that Zhou Xintang's family is very rich, and there is a team under her for her to carry. Besides, if the appearance is not overwhelming. On the other side, no matter how good we dance in the follow-up, it is useless. People are visual animals, and the first impression is the most important."

Fang Shiqing echoed: "The first impression must be stunning."

Lu Yi thought in his eyes, "So the most important thing for us now is to prepare the clothes, which can be customized, the best customization, and we must find a designer who is more famous than Zhou Xintang."

More famous designers than Zhou Xintang, don't talk about money, how many are there in China?

A group of people looked at each other.

Lu Yi looked at Gu Mang, who had been silent, "We can only put all the winning side on Gu Mang's dance this time."

After leaving the school, they represent Mingcheng Middle School.

If they lose, no one will say that those girls lost.

Instead, they would say that Mingcheng Middle School is really not good.

Gu Mang's delicate eyebrows drooped, his beautiful hands lazily propped his face casually, showing no expression.

Lu Yang also became nervous, "What should I do? Hurry up and find a designer to make clothes?"

Xiaopang thought for a while, "I know a few good designers, but compared to Zhou Xintang, they are not so good."

To be called a genius designer, there must be strength.

Chu Yao doesn't know much about the design circle. If he finds a designer, he might also be able to help with money.

Gu Mang stood up suddenly, snapped his cap on his head, and put his hands in his pockets, "I will do this today, and the next time is to be determined."

After speaking, the girl turned and left.

"Sister Mang, wait." Shen Huan got up from the ground and took out his mobile phone, "Let's build a group, let's say something in the group."

Gu Mang didn't turn his head back, his Qinghan low voice said, "You pull me."

The back turned out of the dance studio.

...

At night, Gu Mang sat on the bed in a lazy posture.

Holding a picture album in his hand, tilting his head casually, drawing the design draft.

There are seven people dancing in a row.

The loose long-sleeved sweater with navel exposed, the sleeves are designed with a floral pattern of mountains and rivers, birds and beasts, and a jumping unicorn beast totem on the chest.

The bottom trousers skirt has a simple, loose-fitting design, and it is made of tulle, which is light and dancing.

The design of the clothes is Gu Mang's usual style.

The fierce clash between modern and ancient times does not contradict each other and is unique.

At three o'clock in the morning, Meng Jinyang opened his eyes, and was stunned when he saw the faint light from Gu Mang's bed curtain.

She got out of bed lightly, afraid of making roommates sleep, carrying a hot water bottle, lunch box and milk, and went to the balcony to warm milk.

Five minutes later, she touched the temperature of the milk package, it was almost hot.

Gu Mang was finishing the design draft, the bed curtain was suddenly pulled a corner, a carton of milk was handed over, and Meng Jinyang's gentle smile face.

Meng Jinyang didn't speak, only handed the milk forward.

Gu Mang paused for a few seconds, took off the earphones, took it, and looked down at the hot milk, twisted his hands up and down, and curled his lips.

Why is it so sweet?

Meng Jinyang whispered in a low voice and quietly said, "I'm going to bed, and you should go to bed earlier."

Gu Mang nodded.

...

the next day.

Lu Yi in the group asked, "Would you like to discuss the clothes?"

Gu Mangyan made a concise sentence, "I have already found a designer, and the finished picture will be posted to the group."