And Qiao Yimo seems to be a dancing idiot...

The effect of both of them on stage may be better than that of three of them!

But they didn’t say these words. After all, the costumes for this show were planned by Qiao Yimo alone. How could the organization right be in Qiao Yimo's hands. If Qiao Yimo had to insist on performing, they didn’t have any. Way to refuse.

Qiao Yimo leaned on the stool with a deep voice, "I saw it when you were practicing in the dance studio before."

"But... you've seen it doesn't mean you can dance, and there are many and complicated movements of this neon feather dance. If you really go up and forget the movements, it's not a joke."

After all, there were thousands of pairs of glasses staring at the audience this time.

If there is a little handicap, then Qiao Yimo will definitely become everyone's laughing stock.

Qiao Yimo looked at the design of the split thighs of the costume, frowned, and was silent for a few seconds.

After a while, she slowly said, "That's it." Then she walked into the changing room with her dress.

After Qiao Yimo came out, five minutes had passed.

Yin Su covered his mouth, his eyes widened, and he stared straight at Qiao Yimo.

The other two students who were about to perform on stage were also shocked.

The snow-white dress lined the original white skin, which appeared more translucent and flawless under the light.

And whether it is the length and the tightness of the waist, it can perfectly fit the clothes.

This dress is like she tailor-made for herself.

"Let's go." Qiao Yimo's complexion faintly lifted the skirt and walked onto the stage.

Two students with open mouths followed.

When the host music saw a figure appearing in the background, he snapped his fingers and the lights on the stage dimmed.

Everyone in the audience looked at the three figures and couldn't help but stare at each other.

"Did Song Ying hurt her leg?"

"Why are there still three people in the Department of Medicine? Could someone replace her?"

"Damn, she doesn't seem to be Song Ying in figure."

"Then who will perform for Song Ying?"

Suddenly, the spotlight on the stage came over and fell on the three of them.

In an instant, everyone in the audience cast their eyes.

After everyone saw the person above, they were so shocked that they couldn't even speak.

After a long while, there was a deafening noise in the venue.

"Am I blind? It was Qiao Yimo who performed for Song Ying?"

"Fuck, hasn't Qiao Yimo practiced? Why is she embarrassed to go up? Aren't you afraid of embarrassment?"

"What's so... too confident."

After everyone in the audience discussed Qiao Yimo, their eyes fell on the clothes she was wearing.

"My day, are these clothes designed by Qiao Yimo himself?"

"What are you kidding? There are embroidery on the chest. If you know that there are embroidery elements, you can't complete three clothes in two days."

"Moreover, the material looks unusual. It seems to be imported and expensive. There are not many people in the world."

"It's too sexy to wear on her."

"Fuck, the design of that thigh makes people spit blood directly!"

"Damn, it's not only sexy and intellectual, it looks like an angel."

"What a boy's dream is this!"

There was a lot of noise in the audience, and Chu Mincai of the Graphic Design Department narrowed his eyes, staring at the embroidery design on the chest of his clothes.

I have to say that even if Qiao Yimo is a layman, the level of embroidery is really good, and she has a good grasp of clothing design. JrNovels.com