Chapter 505 Weird Contest Rules


    Violet heard the man was unhappy, covered her lips andughed, "Well, I am just kidding, go and rest,


    you are over thirty, if you don''t take care of your body again, in case you really copse one day, what


    should me and the two children do? Maybe I will really take the two children and remarry."


    "Don''t you dare!" Stanley''s volume rose.


    Violetughed out loud, "Let’s see."


    Stanley''s thin lips pursed into a straight line, "You don''t have that chance, you can only be mine."


    "Fine, fine, then go get some rest, I should go out for thepetition too, and I have to pick up Steven


    afterwards." Violet said looking at the time.


    Stanley nodded, "Okay."


    The call ended and he put the phone down, looking at some papers in front of him, and after a few


    seconds of silence, he finally pushed them aside and stood up.


    Violet''s remark about the fact that he was being over thirty made him feel a tinge of hurt.


    On top of that, there was her line about dying suddenly and taking her two children and remarrying


    after his death, and having them call another man their father, which pissed him off even more.


    Well, take a break, he was not going to give her a chance to remarry.


    Stanley rubbed his brow and headed for his room.


    Abroad, Violet put down her phone and smiled, "Silly Man."


    She could probably imagine how Stanley on the other end of the phone looked at the moment, and


    must have dutifully gone to get some sleep.


    He was a noble and arrogant man, but in fact, after getting to know him, she found that he was quite


    childish.


    She thought that was probably his true character, except that having grown up with an elite education,


    he habitually hid his true character under a cold exterior and would only reveal a bit of it to those


    closest to him.


    And she was the one closest to him.


    After breakfast, Violet left the two children to the maid and set off with Linda for thepetition.


    As more rounds were yed and more yers were eliminated, the rules of thepetition began to


    change.


    Like in thispetition, instead of eliminating thest two in each group individually anymore, an entire


    group was eliminated.


    So this time, it was a grouppetition with tricky rules, the organizer arranged several models with


    distorted body shapes and assigned them to several teams, so that several teams could design clothes


    for their group models, covering up the ws of these models'' figures and showing all their strengths.


    In other words, for thispetition, Linda and the rest of the models were retiring from the show for


    now.


    Linda came to Violet, "Violet, thispetition is too hard."


    Violet nodded, "Indeed, there is no prescribed theme for thispetition, allowing the designers,


    ording to the models assigned, to y individually, so the clothes designed will be in a variety of


    styles, unable to be uniform, and when the timees, some designers'' works will be deducted points


    if they don''t fit that model, and then pull down the group''s score."


    After all, fashion designers aesthetically have high standard and they had their pride in designing


    clothes and never considered whether those with deformed bodies could wear the clothes or not, and


    they didn''t even want to see their clothes being worn by those people.


    Because it would ruin the clothes, and on top of that, outsiders wouldugh at their clothes on


    someone like that, it would simply bring them down.


    So the vast majority of designers in the world had never designed clothes for people with deformities


    and many of them were now frowning when suchpetition rules appear.


    Even Violet herself had never designed for these people, including her teacher, Merced.


    It was not that they despised this kind of people, but the fashion industry had never had people with


    deformed bodies walking on stage, even the designs drawn on paper, the human sketches were tall


    and slender, plus designers were trained by famous teachers, and they only designed clothes for


    celebrities. The celebrities cared about their image, and naturally there were no people with bad


    bodies.


    "God, Violet, did you feel that? The atmosphere around us is so heavy." Linda whispered as she


    rubbed her arms.


    Violet smiled, "Of course it''s heavy, none of them have designed clothes for those people before, so


    now they''re all a bit panicked because they don''t know how to design. Models and designers go hand


    in hand, a good model will make the designer suddenly inspired, a bad model might even make the


    designer not inspired in the slightest. "


    "That''s true, they''re in this uninspired state right now." Linda nodded.


    Violet sighed, "Yes, the designers are aesthetic and can''t tolerate anything less than beauty in their


    eyes. If they don''t face these models with their hearts, it''s hard to be inspired."


    "Are you inspired, Violet?" Linda asked.


    Violet shrugged her shoulders, "No, because I don''t know which model is assigned to Group A yet."


    She gazed over to a few models on stage.


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    There were midgets who were only about a meter tall, conjoined people with two heads and one body,


    and people with half of their bodies atrophied and the other half normal ......


    Thispetition was really sick.


    Who came up with such a contest rule?


    Soon, each team leader went up and drew lots to determine the models.


    Team A leader, Elena, went up to the raffle under great pressure as her teammates watched.


    Lindaughed out loud, "Violet, look at her, she looks like she''s going to the guillotine."


    "Because she''s so stressed out, she''s afraid of choosing a bad model and being med by us." Violet


    said as she looped her arms.


    Linda pressed her lips, "Yes, I don''t think she needs to worry about that, because although the models


    on stage all have different body deformities, the difficulty of designing clothes for them is the same, so


    it makes no difference which model is chosen."


    "No, the other models are the same, but there is one model that is different." Violet''s gaze was fixed on


    the joineddies.


    Linda saw that and blinked, "Did you say number two?"


    "Right." Violet nodded seriously, "Although they are in the same body, they are, in essence, actually


    two people, and since they are two people, their preferences, their favorite colors, and their favorite


    styles must also be different, and if the styles are simr, it''s okay, but what if they are just the


    opposite?"


    Linda, though not a designer, understood what happened when styles were reversed.


    If the sisters on stage liked both styles, plus they were in the same body, then they, as designers, had


    to bring the two elements together.


    Linda shuddered as she thought roughly about the clothes that woulde frombining these two


    completely styles.


    That would be weird.


    "I see, so Elena is worried about choosing them right?" Linda said as she looked at Elena who had her


    hand in the box on stage.


    Violet nodded, "Yes."


    "But it looks to me like she actually chose it." Linda said as she watched Elena’s depressing look.


    The corners of Violet''s mouth twitched, "This is probably destiny, the more you fear something, the


    more you get it, but it is good, although the challenge is huge, if the design is sessful, it will be good


    for everyone''s design skill."