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Chapter 492: My God

Soon the third designer came on stage.

The third designer is a girl with long hair, her temperament is relatively demure, her design is simple and smooth, and she finally scored 35 points.

The fourth designer scored 28 points.

The fifth designer scores 30 points.

The sixth designer scored 24 points.

The seventh designer scored 31 points.

By the time we got here, the audience was already in mourning.

These are the top ten designers selected by the ll organizer this time?

The full score is 50 points. Seven designers have come out so far, and the highest score is only 35 points.

Not even a 40 point score.

This is so ironic.

The host was forced to interrupt the competition. The two hosts ran to the judges' table, turned off the microphone, and walked to Fu Jingshen to persuade him.

Although there are five judges here, Fu Jingshen's score is crucial.

When scoring each designer's work, if he did not give a score, other judges would not dare to give a score.

After he scores, other judges can give corresponding scores based on his scores.

He gave a low score, how could other judges dare to give a high score?

At most, it would be a passing grade.

However, faced with the persuasion of the two hosts, Fu Jingshen folded his legs wantonly, his cold face completely expressionless.

The two hosts tried to persuade him for a long time, but he was so stunned that he didn't even look at them.

Not to mention a word of reply.

The game was interrupted for a while, and the chatter on the field became louder and louder.

The two hosts were afraid that they would not be able to hold on to the audience, so they quickly went back to host.

The eighth designer is a boy who looks very reserved wearing black-rimmed glasses. However, his design is surprisingly bold, with exaggerated lines and exaggerated patterns. He is definitely the most eye-catching among the eight designers.

He briefly talked about the design concept, and the judges scored.

The two hosts directly covered their microphones, opened their eyes wide, and looked at Fu Jingshen without blinking.

This designer's work is so creative, Mr. Fu should give it a high score, right?

Now he is the eighth designer.

If there were no high scores, wouldn’t the top three in tonight’s design competition not even have 40 points?

If the scores of the following contestants were even worse, then the first place... would be the designer who scored 35 points.

As a result, this design competition is undoubtedly a joke.

Not only were the two hosts extremely concerned about the designer's score, but everyone in the audience was also silently watching the judges' table.

We are all people who like design. A bold design like this is actually quite controversial.

People who like it will like it very much, but people who don't like it can't appreciate it at all.

I wonder if today’s judges like it or not?

The four judges all held signs in their hands, and each one was preparing a high score.

But Fu Jingshen, who was sitting in the middle, did not raise his sign, and none of them dared to raise it.

Their eyes were looking towards the middle pretending to be casual.

Mr. Fu is a person who cannot be offended.

They can't afford to offend either.

Fu Jingshen stared at the design for a while, then finally took a sign and held it up coldly.

After lifting it up, the already quiet scene fell into silence for an instant.

"1 point?!"

The female host among the two hosts saw the numbers on the sign clearly and almost fell down on the spot.

Fortunately, the male host next to her helped her in time, and then he saw her pinching her.

The eighth designer who had high hopes was given only one point by Mr. Fu.
Chapter completed!
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