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Chapter 145 Bo Lianchen Is Such an Existence

She remembered that she had an instant inspiration for this theme at that time, but the thought dissipated again, but didn't that glimpse fit the theme of this time?
At that time, Bo Lianchen was sitting on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, casually took his mobile phone to watch her game content, but sitting there in a beige shirt, he was born with a cool feeling that no one could get close to. The side face is so good-looking that it is only pleasing to the eye.

Although he later did some things that she hated, but the man's appearance and temperament really cannot be denied.

For some reason, Ning Churan felt that this theme was just to confuse the students. The organizer definitely didn’t just want everyone’s first inspiration, a blue dress. Anyone can think of it. The organizer should want the derivative inspiration of the students , to add a little bit of that kind of temperament to ordinary clothes, it just confirms the theme of this time.

"Xia'er, I don't think it would be too popular to simply make a skirt. Look at the first theme. The other students are all making skirts, and they are all green. There are princess skirts and long skirts. There are all of them, and if we come back with another one, it’s just icing on the cake, it won’t shine, and no matter how well it’s done, it won’t be eye-catching.”

"I think it's pretty good. That way we might be guaranteed to enter the second round. You don't know. In the second round, each academy gets two groups. I think we should still be the winners in the first round."

Ning Churan shook his head: "No, we must pay attention to the first round, this time there must be two themes that have a special connection, maybe we have to make a series, and the works on the first theme must also be done well. That’s right, I don’t think we can follow the crowd, since we are participating in the competition, we have to let the judges see our uniqueness, right?”

An Xia'er nodded half-understood: "Chu Ran, you are quite right, but I am stupid and can't understand. What do you mean by that? Then what do you think is better?"

"I don't know yet, I don't have any specific ideas, but I think starting with shirts, I should try it."

An Xia'er gasped in shock: "Shirts? Chu Ran, are you serious? Shirts are more popular than skirts. You don't know. The first thing designers do when they first enter the industry is to make shirts. And you know that? How many shirts are wholesaled every year across the country? As long as you are a designer who makes clothes, you will not want to try this to stand out, because not only can it not be refurbished, but it is very vulgar.”

"I know, that's why I want to make a bolder attempt."

Ning Churan looked out the window, looked at the branches blowing in the wind, and thought far away: "I just think that a shirt should not be defined only by its usual label, why must a shirt be serious, serious, and so in the workplace? A few label words, not only girls can wear men's shirts with that kind of seductive feeling, I think shirts can also be worn on men with a very noble and seductive feeling, so this time we will use Such a definition is fine.”

The surface is ascetic and serious, making you feel suddenly near and far away, untouchable, as if the mountains are shrouded in fog, looking at it makes people want to conquer, but makes people know that there is a distance as far as the century glacier between themselves and him .

Ning Churan suddenly thought of the fleeting inspiration that day.

She didn't think deeply that day, but now she thinks about it more, and the inspiration comes out.

Isn't Bo Lianchen such a kind of existence? A person who is obviously so easy-going and indifferent, wearing a shirt is cold and refined, and a casual look can make people fall into it. Isn't this a kind of existence that is superficial but clear and inner? .

Although it is said that this man is black-bellied and vicious, what even Ning Churan has to admit is that this man's appearance and temperament are really good for fighting.

An Xia'er was stunned, and couldn't understand what Ning Churan said: "Churan. Isn't this shirt only like that? I don't quite understand what you said, you have to give me a picture."

"But your ideas are fine, how about giving me a week, this week I will develop my ideas as soon as I have time, I also want to see what the finished product will look like, if you can't make this feeling , then I will give up this idea and stick to yours, how about it?"

"Anyway, I believe in your ability. If you say you can do it, you can do it. You can't influence the inspiration and talent of future famous designers because of my ideas. Churan, you can go ahead and do it boldly. I Support you."

After talking, An Xia'er also concentrated on listening to the class, but Ning Churan was immersed in the inspiration just now and couldn't get out.

It was not easy to get an inspiration, that is, he couldn't get out of it with his whole body and mind, and all Ning Churan could think of was Bo Lianchen's face and the temperament he usually gave himself.

To be honest, it's a pity not to be a model because of his temperament
Ning Churan had thought about this idea before, but it was just a joke at the time. After all, Bo Lianchen's worth is indeed beyond the reach of anyone, not to mention that she still avoids him so much, in case she asks him to do something What if the man wants to make an inch of it?
But now Ning Churan felt that Bo Lianchen had to make this design.

What should I do then, is she also dedicating herself to art?

Because it is a special training class, the duration is not long, only two hours a day, and there will be no next time.

It's fine for Ning Churan and An Xia'er to come late, and when they left the classroom, they were also slow to clean things up. The designer lecturer just happened to see him, and he came over with some materials and said cheerfully: "Are you participating in this class?" A student from this competition. I don’t know if I know Mr. Xu from the Design Department. I’m in a hurry to do something and I don’t have time to find his office. Please help me drop by and take him to his office. I don’t know. is it okay."

The two little girls looked at each other.

After all, he is also a well-known designer. If he wants to take their classes these days, he must not be able to refuse. Maybe he can leave a good impression.

An Xia'er quickly took the materials and said, "Sure, we just happened to be on the way!"

"Thank you, I will trouble you then."

After the teacher left, An Xia'er also slowly suppressed her smile, looked at the documents in her hand, and said, "He asked if we could help, can we not help? Since he doesn't know, then why don't we help?" Why do you want to use other people's information? It's not an excuse. Seeing that we finally left the classroom and asked us to help with this, we will not be on the way."

"It's okay, we're okay anyway, it's okay to go for a while, anyway, he is also a well-known designer, at this time, he must use his rights a little bit."

"It's a well-known designer. In fact, I didn't say much when I came here for special training. It mainly depends on our openness to design clothes. Chu Ran, did you understand something just now?"

Ning Churan pulled her down and said, "You better stop complaining, let's finish delivering the food and go to eat quickly, it's just a trivial matter, don't forget it!"

"Yes, there is nothing more important than my meal, let's go!"

Teacher Xu's classroom is a little far away, in another teaching building. The key is that the elevator in that building has been out of power for the past two days, and the office is on the sixth floor, so climbing the stairs is very tiring.

It was only when she was tired and out of breath like a little girl on the stairs that she understood what the teacher was thinking. I dare to push this hard work to others because I don’t want to climb the stairs.

"Fortunately, it's only the sixth floor and it's not midsummer, so I'm not very tired. If it's summer, I can scold that Lao Shizi designer all the way!"

An Xia'er had a bad temper, and kept nagging all the way.

Ning Churan had no choice but to comfort her: "No matter what, we're coming up, it's okay, just treat it as exercise and lose weight!"

"But we're not fat either!"

During the conversation, I reached the door of the teacher's office, and the two little girls heard someone talking inside before they entered. Ning Churan felt that another man's voice was very familiar for a moment, and paused for a second.

In the next second, An Xia'er pushed open the office door, and greeted respectfully: "Mr. Xu, this is the material we sent for the designers of the special training class, and they said they borrowed it from you."

After entering, the first thing he saw was Ning Qingzhou.

Teacher Xu was sitting at the desk talking to him, and two little girls went in and obviously interrupted the two people who were talking.

Ning Qingzhou raised his eyebrows in surprise: "Chu Ran?"

"Brother, why are you here?" Ning Churan said to herself, no wonder her voice sounded familiar when she was about to come in just now!
"Hey..." An Xia'er was also a little surprised, and silently put the materials in her hand on Teacher Xu's desk, "So Brother Ning is here. I thought it was another teacher who was talking to Teacher Xu when I came in." "

Teacher Xu said with a smile: "Qing Zhou was my student a few years ago, and now his achievements are much higher than my teacher. It was not easy to meet him, so he dragged and said a few more words. I didn't expect to meet Qing Zhou. Zhou’s younger sister, I don’t know the names of your two classmates.”

"Mr. Xu, before Churan and I always took your class, so you don't even know us. My name is An Xia'er, and her name is Ning Churan. She is Ning Qingzhou's third cousin."

"It turned out to be Ning Churan, I know, I know, but every time you come to my class, you don't have a real conversation. Of course, you only hear his name but don't see him. Now I know, Ning Churan is a celebrity in our school. A first-level academic master, I didn't expect to be Qingzhou's younger sister, this fate is quite deep."

"The teacher is ridiculous." Ning Churan was a little embarrassed, thinking that the teacher's words were like storytelling, and it was probably because of Ning Qingzhou. If it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have made an exception and talked so much with the two of them.

Ning Qingzhou didn't talk much, and since they came in, he just called Chu Ran, and didn't say anything else.

It's just that the introverted eyes are too mature, Ning Churan feels very uncomfortable being stared at by him.

She talked back to him last time in the corridor of Ning's house. My eldest brother is the most mature, and few people can answer him. I'm afraid he will remember the last time. It's no wonder people don't see you that way this time. , I guess I'm picking on you in my heart.

(End of this chapter)