Chapter 119: It Looks Difficult, but It Is Actually Not Simple at All

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Jiang Ciyou had no time to explain.

The tall young man before her was like a gift from heaven sent in her hour of crisis.

The original model was exceptionally tall, with a frame larger than that of most women.

There was less than half an hour before the runway presentation began.

Jiang Ciyou had no chance of finding another female model with a similar build.

But Eboni was tall—very tall and slender.

Anne’s eyes lit up the moment she saw him as well.

After Anne explained the situation, Yibai understood what had happened.

He was naturally more than willing to help.

Before long, the gravel gown had been put on Yibai.

Unexpectedly, it fit perfectly.

Although he was slender, his frame was naturally larger than that of a female model.

Jiang Ciyou quickly altered the seams that had come undone.

Twenty minutes later, the dazzling gravel gown once again shimmered brilliantly on Yibai’s body.

Jiang Ciyou was extremely pleased with the result before her.

After the slight alterations, the gown seemed tailor-made for the young man.

From top to bottom, it fit him flawlessly.

And Yibai’s figure was perfect to begin with.

Jiang Ciyou suddenly remembered that he had mentioned working part-time as a model.

The gown looked not the slightest bit out of place on him. On the contrary, it appeared even more sophisticated—more like a work of art.

The people around them let out exclamations of astonishment.

Only Jiang Xiaoxiao, standing in the corner, was nearly gnashing her teeth.

She had never imagined that even under such circumstances, Jiang Ciyou could turn disaster into fortune and escape certain defeat.

Heaven truly favored her.

But now, Jiang Xiaoxiao could do nothing.

All she could do was watch Jiang Ciyou walk toward the runway with her creation.

Still, she was not particularly afraid.

After all, her own design had already received an overall score of ninety-five.

Surpassing such a high score would certainly not be easy.

Soon, it was time for Jiang Ciyou and Yibai to take the stage.

Yibai seemed troubled.

“Miss, I’d like to wear a mask. My face can’t appear on television.”

Jiang Ciyou was somewhat surprised.

“Why?”

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Wasn’t he a part-time model?

For a model, appearing at a show like this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

“My family doesn’t approve of this industry. They have high hopes for me and want me to enter the financial world and make a great deal of money in the future—not join the entertainment or art worlds.”

Jiang Ciyou could understand.

Yibai had mentioned before that his family was very poor. Presumably, his entire family had sacrificed everything to give him the chance to study abroad, and naturally they had placed great expectations on him.

Besides, in this competition, a mask counted as part of the costume and was not prohibited.

Jiang Ciyou immediately picked up a piece of cardboard and cut it into an irregular shape with fluid, effortless movements.

She spread a layer of glue over it, then scattered fine blue crystals across the surface.

Finally, she used wire to give it shape.

In just five minutes, a blue mask was complete.

Anne watched from the side, utterly amazed.

Sister You’s talent for design was simply extraordinary.

What astonished her even more, however, was how Eboni looked after putting on the mask.

Its flowing form covered most of his face with perfect precision, leaving only his eyes and a small expanse of skin exposed.

The edges of the mask extended all the way to his ears, merging seamlessly with the gown’s sharply raised triangular collar.

Blue and gold intertwined.

It was like a spring of life amid an endless desert.

In an instant, it evoked a sense of hope and rebirth.

The mask Jiang Ciyou had made on the spur of the moment had become the stroke of genius that completed the entire design.

Soon, the host announced the arrival of Contestant Number Twenty-Two.

Jiang Ciyou and the model stepped onto the stage together.

But they soon went their separate ways.

Eboni displayed the gown on the runway while Jiang Ciyou walked toward the podium.

Eboni’s runway presence was highly professional. Though he was a man, he moved as freely in high heels as if they were ordinary shoes.

Every step was light yet powerful, like a breeze sweeping over mountain ridges or the bright moon shining high in the heavens.

He felt entirely different from the sunny young man people usually saw.

In an instant, he had transformed into a captivating presence on the runway—neither ingratiating nor coquettish, but elegant, aloof, and refined.

Once Jiang Ciyou reached the podium, she began introducing her creation.

“This is my work, Sands of Time…”

She said very little, finishing in barely a minute.

For the next two minutes, she simply stood there in silence, quietly gazing at the creation together with the audience and judges.

In the presence of such a perfect work, words were superfluous.

In truth, the design had completely captured everyone’s attention.

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Creating a formal gown out of sand was astonishing in itself.

What was even more remarkable was how precisely she had controlled the interplay of light and shadow across the grains, as well as the proportions in which sands of different colors had been blended to produce their hues beneath the stage lights.

The long train resembled the Sands of Time flowing down an incline, and it struck the heart with overwhelming force.

The blue, water-like mask on the model’s face was the finishing touch.

It was as if someone wandering through an endless desert had finally found the source of life at the very moment of despair.

Magnificent, splendid, and filled with hope.

The creation was truly exquisite.

Soon, the model and Jiang Ciyou began to leave the stage.

But just as they were exiting, an even more astonishing scene suddenly unfolded.

The model’s long train began to peel away, piece by piece.

The sand covering it seemed to melt like a glacier.

With every step they took, the flowing grains cascaded downward, spilling onto the runway.

For one fleeting moment, it felt as though time itself were visibly disappearing.

Everyone was deeply shaken.

The gown was like the sand in an hourglass—vanishing in the blink of an eye, impossible ever to recreate.

And yet, in that single instant, it had transformed itself into eternal beauty.

The moment the gown dissolved was simply too breathtaking.

Nearly everyone in the venue rose to their feet without thinking.

By the time Jiang Ciyou and the model had disappeared from the runway, the audience was still immersed in the spectacle, hardly able to react.

They stared blankly at the thin stream of sand flowing across the stage, their hearts filled with profound shock.

Only after a long while did thunderous applause erupt throughout the venue.

In the livestream watched by hundreds of millions:

“Holy hell, holy hell, holy hell!”

“When words fail you, one exclamation can carry you through the world.”

“I thought the gravel gown was already breathtakingly beautiful, but I never imagined there would be another surprise. That was truly astonishing.”

“How did she do it? She fused the design and the concept so perfectly, even timing every detail with absolute precision. At the very moment she turned away, the train began to peel apart, transforming the passage of time into something tangible. How on earth was that accomplished? Is there anyone with a background in fashion design who can explain it?”

“As someone who studied fashion, I can say that although it looks difficult, it’s actually not simple at all.”

“You outsiders think this is impressive. Those of us in the field have already dropped to our knees.”

“Isn’t this Goddess You’s work? Do you really still not know that she has already won the grand prize at the Paris Fashion Design Competition seven times?”