"This is...1o33, you can leave the venue. Thank you for participating." Jule suddenly spoke. He didn't even raise his head, and wrote and painted in his hand, and began to record something on the folder in his hand.

The audience became quiet in an instant, almost everyone looked at Jule, and then the young man at No. 1o33.

No. 1o33, just behind Tang Buhuai, when she heard this number, she paused and subconsciously looked at the young man, feeling that he was still carefully cutting the clothes in his hand.

"Why teacher?!" The young man widened his eyes and shouted in surprise, "Teacher, why should you eliminate me in advance?!"

"Have I told you?" Jule said coldly, continuing to look up, "This audition is a pair of scissors and a piece of cloth. How many auxiliary things have you used? There are so many things hanging on the clothes... I have lost the original self-expression of the fabric, and you can leave first. If you don't understand me, then I will tell you, and you need to go back and practice for a while."

After all, Jule is the examiner of this game. Therefore, no matter how many people have objections, as long as it is decided by him, there is almost no possibility of another choice.

"Don't look at others." Murong Jinyan reached out and turned his hand gently, twisting Tang Buhua's little face in his direction, and gently twisting it over.

Tang Buhua blinked his big eyes twice: "Okay, okay, why are you more serious than me?"

"Don't be irresponsible." Murong Jinyan continued.

Tang Buhua gently stuck out his tongue at him and continued his creation. She was in trouble in a small link. She thought that it would be great if there was a small circle now, even if it was plastic, she could have the cloth covered.

But... absolutely not!

Tang Buhua frowned and glanced at Murong Jinyan: "Brother Jinyan, can you do it? Twist this cloth all the time, and twist it hard until it is very tight, and then cross them like this, tie them into a dead buckle, so that the front and rear ends of him should not be separated, forming a circle?"

When Murong Jinyan heard Tang Buhua's statement, he seemed to know what she wanted to do in an instant. He forced the small piece of cloth and twisted Qi Ai to make a fairly explained circle, which could achieve the effect that Tang Buhua imagined.

"That's great! Brother Jinyan, you are so awesome!" Tang Buhuai saw what he said, and he could really do it according to her words. He got closer excitedly, put his one arm around Murong Jinyan's body and hugged her.

She was excited for a moment, and then she realized that she was a little out of style. She hurriedly stood up straight again, "That's all, let's pass this cloth through here."

“No. 1o36, please leave…”

“No. 1o2o, please leave…”

“No. 1o12, No. 1o25, please leave…”

The game continued, and Jule's series of voices of persuading him to leave sounded throughout the field. For a moment, the atmosphere of the game, which was still very relaxed just now, became extremely solemn.

Tang Buhuai and Murong Jinyan also subconsciously looked at each other.

Murong Jinyan gave Tang Buhua a look of peace of mind: "Just be yourself, just be yourself."
Chapter completed!