Chapter 80: Reborn 1987 Chapter 80 Chen Lan's Determination

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Protagonist:

Jiang Wenyu

First place winner, Chen Lan!

When Chen Lan and Zhong Beiyue heard this, both felt extremely surprised, especially Chen Lan — she still hadn't processed it at all.

Zhong Beiyue also felt astonished, but what followed was joy.

Following the direction Zhong Beiyue pointed, everyone saw a woman sitting there in a daze; she was equally beautiful, but her attire appeared simpler and plainer compared to that young pretty girl, and right now she too was staring wide-eyed in shock.

The venue instantly buzzed with discussion, but Chen Lan could no longer hear any of those sounds — Zhong Beiyue had signed her up on her own initiative and she had just participated casually, yet she had actually won first place?

She found it inconceivable; all the young designers who had come to participate were equally incredulous — who is this woman? Where did she come from??

"Miss Chen Lan, please come on stage!"

The host's words brought Chen Lan slightly back from her shock; she glanced at Zhong Beiyue, who was happy at this moment — the latter even gave her a gentle push — and Chen Lan walked forward in a somewhat wooden daze, but as she drew closer she also displayed a mature sort of composure.

"Congratulations on winning first place. Your styling choices greatly surprised the backstage judges; I won't elaborate on the specifics here. Miss Chen, please keep this safe."

The host produced a carefully wrapped, thick item — packaging on the outside, seemingly paper or something similar inside.

The host smiled and said: "This is the winner's reward — the information forms required to enter Athena Pavilion. Once you finish filling them out, you can use this file to go to Athena Pavilion, where dedicated staff will receive you. I hope you become an even more outstanding fashion designer in the future. Congratulations!"

Applause broke out spontaneously across the venue, but it was all just to go along with the host's words; in truth very few people were clapping — everyone still hadn't recovered from their shock.

"She cheated!"

Suddenly, a discordant female voice came from the other side, drawing everyone's attention.

On and off the stage, all eyes turned — it was a similarly pretty young girl, about the same age as Zhong Beiyue, looking indignant as she pointed at Chen Lan on stage and shouted: "She definitely cheated! I refuse to accept this!"

This voice seemed to voice the inner thoughts of the vast majority of young designers present — they all knew each other and each had a certain reputation, but only Chen Lan on stage was someone they had never seen or heard of, yet she had won first place, and obtained the qualification to enter Athena Pavilion that they dreamed of.

The host's expression changed slightly; Chen Lan remained relatively calm. The venue couldn't help but see people start to echo that girl's words — they all began discussing Chen Lan heatedly — until at this moment Chen Lan on stage finally showed slight discomfort, yet still displayed the charm of a mature woman. She didn't argue, because right now she didn't even know what to do.

Just then, in a certain side corner, that pretty young girl who had stood up earlier rose again.

"Cheated? Why? Just because she got first place means she cheated? Which of your eyes saw her cheat?"

The girl who stood up was precisely Zhong Beiyue; at this moment her arms were crossed over her chest, her face serious with some anger, but more than that, haughty.

Clearly many people at the venue recognized Zhong Beiyue; the noise stopped for a moment, but the girl who had accused Chen Lan of cheating still didn't stop — she likewise stood up and shouted dissatisfied: "Zhong Beiyue, I saw you following her the whole time when she was picking her styling! You were definitely coaching her from the side — if that's not cheating, what is!?"

Zhong Beiyue sneered dismissively, using that long-lost attitude she took pride in, and said: "Bai Ying, oh Bai Ying. You've studied fashion design for several years too — can't you tell I didn't help her at all from start to finish? Unwilling to accept it is just unwilling to accept it — what excuse are you looking for?"

Bai Ying, the second-place winner of this Fashion Design Competition, was still furious, unafraid of Zhong Beiyue's ability and background, pointing at Chen Lan on stage who was now frowning slightly: "This person is dressed like she came from the countryside — how could she possibly win first place? She didn't cheat? I don't believe it!"

Zhong Beiyue grew somewhat angry; she knew this girl, who counted as a talent in the fashion design field, but was petty and had many faults — Zhong Beiyue disliked her and didn't interact much.

She was just about to speak up for Chen Lan again when, at this moment, another voice suddenly came from an entrance at the front — deep and stern, instantly silencing the venue.

"An excellent fashion designer never judges a person by appearance, let alone passes final judgment on someone because of their attire. Miss Bai Ying, in this regard you have already lost."