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... her self-introduction. Compared to the previous ones, which were either overdone or incomplete due to nervousness, Ming Shu seemed much more normal.


It made people feel that this was a normal designer explaining his design philosophy.


”… What is eternal? Diamond? In my opinion, time and the universe are eternal, so my design philosophy comes from time and the universe.”


Ming Shu raised her hand, and her design appeared on the big screen behind her.


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