Chapter 258


    Hearing the announcement, the people in Rest Area A waited nervously.


    The male host in a suit walked onto the spacious stage.


    “Good morning,dies and gentlemen, contestants, and judges, wee to the annual Solterra Cup


    Garment Design Contest.”


    “Over the past few years, thispetition has produced many excellent designers. They have spread


    our culture to several countries through their designs.”


    “Today, we’re lucky enough to have some big names in the industry. We have Flora, president of the


    Fashion Designers Association of Solterra, Sherry, editor–in–chief of a fashion magazine, Tess,


    president of the Women’s Wear Association, Maylin, president of Fashion Times, and Hans, CEO of


    Collins Corporation. Let’s give them a round of apuse”


    The audience broke into fervent apuse.


    “Also, among the two hundred spectators below, we have the cream of the crop in the industry.


    Famous designers, seasoned fashion schrs, fashion experts, fashion gurus, etc. They will be voting


    on site to ensure the fairness and impartiality of thepetition.”


    “Arabe, I’m kind of nervous,” Molly said, looking at the stage from the back of the crowd, her body


    slightly trembling.


    “You’re not scared when you’re live streaming in front of so many people, but now with only two


    hundred spectators, you’re nervous?” Arabe said, while still engrossed in her mobile game.


    “You’ve got some nerves.”


    She even had the mood to y mobile games!


    The designers around them looked pale with tension.


    “What can we do? Does being nervous help?” Arabe asked casually.


    Molly shook her head..


    “Since being nervous doesn’t help and only affects your performance, why not adjust your mindset and


    face it courageously?”


    The designers around them seemed to have an epiphany upon hearing Arabe’s words. It made


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    sense.


    She looked so young, but her thinking was so clear?


    “Today, there are 120 designers participating in thepetition. Now, I will announce the rules for the


    first round. Every 20 designers will form a group andpete together. In the end, only 30 designers


    and their assistants will advance to the second round.”


    The news caused a stir in the crowd.


    Even the contestants felt the pressure.


    “Out of 120, only 30 can advance to the second round. That’s three–quarters eliminated at once!”


    “That’s horrifying!”


    “Thepetition hasn’t even started, and the atmosphere is already stifling.”


    “I heard that some well–known grassroots designers are participating today. I wonder what kind of


    works they will bring.”


    “I heard that the designer Molly, who does live streaming, is also participating.”


    “Really? I love her. What’s her number?”


    “I don’t know.”


    With a radiant smile, the host announced, “Now, let’s wee the first group of contestants with a


    warm round of apuse.”


    Sitting on the judges‘ seats, Hans, CEO of Collins Corporation, turned his gaze to the big screen


    emotionlessly.


    The first group consisted of 20 designers, each with an assistant. He first scrutinized the faces of the


    designers. None of them looked like Arabe.


    “What number is Arabe?” He asked quietly to the person beside him.


    Maylin, the president of Fashion Times, was obviously clueless. “Arabe? I’ve never heard of this


    name. Mr. Collins, do you know her? Let me check.”


    He looked through all the information but couldn’t find the name Arabe among the 120 designers.


    “Let me see.” Hans took over the information and checked the list of designers first. Still no Arabe.


    Could she be an assistant?


    He checked again and noticed number 16.


    He looked up to see a strikingly beautiful face on the stage.