Jiaochen

Chapter 45.2: He Missed Her (2)

Suddenly, Fu Yanzhi approached her again, lowered his head and rubbed the tip of her nose, and said hoarsely, "Is it still necessary to verify?"

"Huh?" Ji Qingying didn't react for a while, and met his obscure gaze. Then she understood it.

She paused, stretched out her hands to hook around his neck, then kissed him on the chin, "More."

Fu Yanzhi satisfied her.

This kiss seemed to be an advance for half a month.

The temperature in the car gradually rised.

The windows of the car were closed, so no one could see what the people inside were doing.

Ji Qingying's position changed. Sitting on Fu Yanzhi from the co-pilot, the two kissed each other passionately.

When Ji Qingying got off the car, her cheeks were red, and even her lips which she had wiped off her lipstick earlier looked delicate and beautiful.#pleasereadthischapterat

She lowered her head and hurriedly pulled her luggage into the training camp.

She didn't let Fu Yanzhi send her away. Fu Yanzhi was speechless. He rolled down the car window and looked at the back of her walking away. Then he gently wiped his lips with his fingers.

The training camp was much busier than Ji Qingying had imagined.

She hadn't participated in this kind of formal competition for too long, and she needed to accumulate a lot of knowledge.

Although the mobile phone was not turned in, she did not have time to contact Fu Yanzhi.

Classes started at 8 o'clock every morning. After class, the teacher assigned homework, which would be handed in the next day.

In addition, you had to learn new things. It depended on the fashion trends in the clothing market in recent years, as well as everyone's favorite tendencies, and so on.

Although Ji Qingying's basic knowledge was good, there were also many gaps.

She knew her shortcomings, so she had to work harder to absorb, replenish and catch up.

Time flew, and a week had passed.

In the second week, the difficulty escalated.

In addition to the daily class and the tasks assigned by the teacher, everyone also needed to submit a new design draft.

Basically, their brain power was being stretched to the limit.

In the last three days, Ji Qingying heard that she was about to change teachers.

It was said that several internationally famous designers were teaching, and many students were excited.

Late in the afternoon, a group of people were eating in a restaurant.#pleasereadthischapterat

Ji Qingying listened to the discussion of her peers next to her and began to wander in her mind.

"Qingying."

"Qingying."

The person next to her called her several times.

Ji Qingying returned to her senses and raised her eyes to look at the person opposite, "Huh?" She smiled and asked, "What's the matter?"

Xu Bingying looked at her and asked in a low voice, "Aren't you curious?"

Ji Qingying was stunned and said with a smile, "Of course, I'm curious. I'm listening to you guys."

Xu Bingying propped up her chin and sighed, "I wish my idol could come, but I think it's unlikely."

The person next to Ji Qingying was curious and asked, "Who is your idol?"

Upon hearing this, Xu Bingying raised her eyebrows and said, "Zhou Zhilan."

As soon as the words left her mouth, people around her exclaimed, "Oh my God! My idol is her too."

"Yes, right."

Xu Bingying said excitedly, "She is really the designer I admire most. Her design is new and special, the most important thing is to win glory for our country's design industry. "

Zhou Zhilan was one of the top designers in this industry.

Only few people in the world recognized the work of domestic designers. They always felt that they were too constrained, not so novel, and the boundaries were too narrow.

But Zhou Zhilan's work had never been questioned like this.

She was a well-known Chinese designer, from domestic to international and each of her designs has been stunning.

What's more, even after almost twenty years later, her works were still very popular and loved.

It was as if she always had new ideas and would always make everyone admire her works.

When she first stepped onto the international stage, she was questioned.

Many people didn't believe in her abilities.

But she had broken everyone's understanding of her time and time again, and also broken the industry's wrong understanding of our country's people.

Chinese designers also had strong designs. Even the works they designed had historical facts and kept up with the trend. It never went out of style.

The person next to her nodded and said, "Me too. I like her the most. She is really my idol."

Another person added, "Will she come this time?"

"It's not possible, the international competition might be possible, but the country is like this, so they can't invite her to move here."

"Wasn't it in the news before? It was the breaking news, saying that Dijia will sponsor. She is now the design director of Dijias head office. Maybe she will be invited back to China for the sake of popularity."

With constant discussions in her ears, Ji Qingying chewed her food with no expression.

Suddenly, Xu Bingying asked her, "Qingying, who is your idol?"

Ji Qingying's hand holding the chopsticks gave a pause and she raised her eyes to look at her, "No."

"Huh?" Xu Bingying was stunned and looked at her suspiciously, "Don't you like Teacher Zhou?"

Ji Qingying smiled slightly and said faintly, "Just normal."

She got up with her plate and said, "I'm done eating, I'll go back to class first, you guys take your time."

After saying that, she didn't care how everyone looked at her, and left straight away.

Everyone was stunned, and whispered, "Is Qingying in a bad mood?"

After walking out of the cafeteria, Ji Qingying didn't go back to class immediately.

She suddenly wanted to go around the place.

This training place had a very good environment.

The night was quiet, away from the noise of the big city. Occasionally you could still hear the cicadas and birds chirping.

The lights on the street downstairs were dim, and there was a kind of hazy feeling.

Ji Qingying walked three or two steps, looked back at her elongated shadow, and walked back and forth twice. In the end, she couldn't hold back, and she took out her cell phone and sent a message to Fu Yanzhi.

She had Fu Yanzhi's work schedule, and today he would be on duty again.

Ji Qingying: [Are you finished? ]

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