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Time passed little by little, and there was only half an hour left before the broadcast started.

Su Mo is still painting.

The steward was pacing back and forth, as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. He wanted to step forward but was afraid of disturbing Su Mo, so he could only watch from a distance.

He had gone to see it from close range before, but Luo Yi thought he was annoying and ordered him not to come forward.

Now I don’t know where Su Mo’s painting went, just in case...

Alas, why did the director believe her and insist on letting her paint?

How to do?How to do?

He was pacing and mumbling.

Luo Yi wiped Su Mo's sweat flexibly. Seeing that he was really annoyed, he pulled him aside and said, "Can you be quiet?"

At this moment, the steward still remembered what Luo Yi pointed at him and scolded him before, and said with a sad face, "Auntie, I'm worried. The time is coming soon, please give me an accurate answer. How is it?"

Luo Yi said, "Soon."

"If you hadn't forced Lai Lai just now, maybe Momo would have finished painting."

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He really wanted to slap himself now.

Luo Yi was too lazy to pay attention to him and warned, "Be quiet. If you disturb Momo and affect her, it will be your fault if anything goes wrong."

After that, he turned and left.

The clerk was about to cry, but he could only keep his mouth shut.

With less than ten minutes left, the director couldn't sit still and ran over and asked, "How's it going?"

The steward was almost crying now, "I'm still painting."

The director frowned, and then slapped the stage manager on the head, "I asked you to grind just now, otherwise you might have finished painting."

What he said was similar to what Luo Yi said.

What else can be said about the situation, I can only accept it.

The director looked at the time and said, "Five minutes. If it's not finished in five minutes, our opening will have to be adjusted."

In this way, the Shu embroidery they have worked so hard to prepare will not show its best effect.

After all, one shot can better reflect the magnificence of thousands of miles of mountains and rivers contained in this Shu embroidery than any other shot.

There is no way to perfectly fit the theme of "mountain and water, Chinese style, painting and beauty".

Perhaps only Liu Jiahui looked the most relaxed in the audience at this moment.

She pushed Ye Xinyi's arm with her elbow, "Tell me, can she really draw it?"

Ye Xinyi bit her lower lip.

Liu Jiahui actually didn't really want to ask her answer, so she thought to herself, "I guess she can't draw it."

"Even if she did pinch the dots and draw them, it would be too late. The director hasn't seen how the embroidery looks in the camera, so how could it be broadcast directly?"

"Look, there's only five minutes left. It's too late."

"Hey, she was so confident in what she said before. I really thought she was very capable, but I didn't expect her to be anything more than mediocre."

She looked at Ye Xinyi and said, "Look, no one can save you."

Ye Xinyi suddenly turned her head to look at her, her eyes red and full of tears, "She can't treat you well..."

"The painting is done!"

Suddenly there was an exclamation in the distance, and Ye Xinyi's words were interrupted.

She suddenly looked in Su Mo's direction.

At this time, there were many people gathered around Su Mo, and it seemed that they all gathered together to look at the painting she had painted.

Not knowing what he was doing, the manager stopped more people from coming forward, looked at Ye Xinyi from a distance, and said, "Bring a hair dryer."

Ye Xinyi paused, then hurriedly ran to the dressing room backstage.

There are many hair dryers in the dressing room.

She found a hair dryer that was not in use for the time being, thanked her and rushed to Su Mo's side.

In front of Su Mo was a painted Sichuan brocade.

Is it possible?

Ye Xinyi felt that her heart was about to jump out of her chest and looked over cautiously.