novelraw Chapter 569 Graduation (5)
Chapter 569 Graduation (5)
"The winner of... this competition is—Qiao Mo!" The host announced the winner with an extremely excited voice.He then added, "Qiao Mo also won our competition the last two times, and this time she wins again, truly achieving a grand slam. After several competition trials, we believe that Qiao Mo’s championship is well-deserved."
The host spoke eloquently at the front, but Qiao Mo was still lost in thought.
Her gaze occasionally drifted toward the entrance, so distracted that she didn’t even hear the host announce her name.
"Xiao Mo... Xiao Mo!" Yu Qianxun spoke softly beside her.
"Uh... Uh?" Qiao Mo snapped back to reality and turned to look at her.
"They’re calling you to go up and receive the award."
"Ah..."
Qiao Mo finally came to her senses, looked up, and indeed saw the host smiling at her.
She quickly collected her thoughts and walked slowly to the front.
In the end, she still wore high heels, but chose a pair of six centimeters instead of ten centimeters or seven centimeters.
The effect wasn’t perfect; the hem of the dress dragged a bit, but it was okay. She didn’t feel tired after standing for a while.
Initially, she was worried Fu Nancheng might scold her if he saw, but now it seemed he hadn’t shown up, so she didn’t need to worry.
"Qiao Mo, winning three times in a row, do you have anything to say to everyone?" The host handed her a microphone.
Qiao Mo was still somewhat distracted, her mind inexplicably filled with thoughts of Fu Nancheng.
"Uh... First, I am very grateful to my teachers, all those who supported and helped me, and to all the predecessors and peers in the fashion and design circle."
Qiao Mo paused for a moment to gather her thoughts, then adjusted her demeanor.
She had always done well in her studies since she was young and had been through many occasions like this, so she didn’t feel stage fright.
"Secondly, I want to say that my championship may not necessarily be a true championship. The clothes and designs I create only represent the preferences and styles of a part of the population, and maybe this style just happened to be accepted by most people, which is why I won this award."
"However, fashion truly has no boundaries. It shouldn’t be judged by the majority. Every person who pursues their dreams and stays true to themselves deserves respect and recognition. Every designer is great."
Qiao Mo spoke slowly, her clear voice resonating unhurriedly in the hall. It was very quiet around, making her voice clear and pleasant.
Qiao Mo glanced again in the direction of the entrance, "Lastly, I want to thank someone."
"Although he is not here today, I still want to thank him. He stayed by my side on countless nights when I was burning the midnight oil. He gave me warmth when I was tired and lost. In this somewhat cold world, he gave me love and tenderness. I believe that love is something every designer must have. Only with love can the works we create bring warmth and softness to others."
With those words, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience, with many design companies nodding in recognition of Qiao Mo.
After all, no one would dislike a talented, capable, and beautiful woman.
What Qiao Mo didn’t notice was that Louis and Xu Wan were also there, sitting in the second row, slightly off to the side.
Because the lighting was a bit dim from that angle, Qiao Mo didn’t notice them.
The host made some concluding remarks, and then the designers exited the stage to change outfits.