Infinite: Super Multiverse Takeout System

At this moment, the system was urging him to return.    

Zhao Shi said goodbye to Luffy and Zoro and disappeared into the Multiverse Tunnel.    

"Beep! Beep! Congratulations to host for completing the order and obtaining Convert Payment Rain from Luffy!"    

"Beep! Beep! Congratulations to the host for completing the mission. You have obtained a chance to fuse the Convert Payment once!"    

"Beep! Beep! Congratulations to the host for obtaining a five-star rating and an additional reward of 4K points in Multiverse!"    

Upon hearing the system notification, Zhao Shi's mind moved, and he decisively chose to merge with the system.    

"Beep! Beep! Congratulations to host for obtaining a Grandmaster Convert Payment. Would you like to open it now?"    

"Open!"    

"Di di! Congratulations to the host for opening a Grandmaster Convert Payment and obtaining [Hot Blood Comic Advanced Pass]. One! "    

Zhao Shi summoned the Advanced Pass and saw that the color of the card was like a young manga. There were various scenes and characters of hot blood comics appearing.    

One Piece, Reaper, Houkage...    

The three great migrant workers were all in it. It could be said that they were hot-blooded, like some unpopular manga.    

As a high-level pass, it could be used three times in total.    

Zhao Shi was very satisfied with this reward.    

The day of the exhibition of the School of Clothing arrived.    

At this moment, a corner of the School of Clothing had become lively.    

Many people had brought their platforms and clothes over. These clothes were tightly wrapped. Before the exhibition began, they would not be displayed.    

Naturally, there were many students from the School of Clothing.    

This time, the participants were mainly the fourth-year students or some outstanding third-year students.    

After all, those who had the ability to produce clothes and were qualified to participate in the exhibition would normally have to wait until the third year.    

As for the first and second year students, they came to watch an exhibition, join in the fun, and broaden their horizons.    

For the school, the most important thing was still the company outside the school, as well as some well-known designers.    

At this time, Zhao Shi also came to the exhibition because he was one of the participants this time. He put his clothes on and stood to the side.    

On the other side, a group of students came to the exhibition site while chatting and laughing.    

They were the top students of the School of Clothing. All of them had outstanding abilities and were full of confidence.    

"Yang Jian, the Best Design Award for this exhibition will definitely belong to you!"    

One! A student said with a laugh. The surrounding people also nodded in agreement.    

Obviously, among this batch of top students, Yang Jian was the leader and followed the horse's lead.    

Yang Jian was a boy wearing round glasses. He was fair and clean, and his aura was very strong.    

At first glance, this guy seemed like a bookworm who was very confident.    

"That's right. The Best Design Award this time belongs to me. In the entire fashion school, I don't believe that anyone can design a work better than mine!"    

Yang Jian's eyes lit up. His confidence had reached a point where it could not be any greater.    

This was not arrogance, but true confidence.    

Because he was the most talented and hardworking student in the entire School of Clothing.    

The teachers and students all saw him.    

There were often people who sighed with emotion. Even though Yang Jian was already so outstanding, he still worked hard to shake off the others.    

Every day when they arrived at the classroom, the earliest one was Yang Jian, and the last one to leave was also Yang Jian.    

In order to complete his work for this exhibition, Yang Jian had put in a lot of effort, even giving up and modifying his completed clothes many times, just to meet his expectations.    

Yang Jian had a rough understanding of the works of the other students in the School of Clothing, which was why he thought that there would not be any other works that were more outstanding than his.    

At this point, there was no need for Qian Horo anymore.    

After putting down the works, Yang Jian and the others began to stroll around.    

In the end, someone noticed Zhao Shi's work.    

"Eh? Isn't this the heaven's medicine student Zhao Shi who was rumored to be crazy a while ago?"    

"Yeah, I heard that someone dared to compare him to Yang Jian. It's simply an insult to Yang Jian!"    

"That Zhao Shi, although his clothes are quite good, he is just a university student. How can he compare with Yang Jian?"    

The people around Yang Jian discussed animatedly, as if they were very dissatisfied with this matter.    

Upon hearing this, Yang Jian smiled.    

"I admit that Zhao Shi's talent is indeed very good. He is even more powerful than me in the past. But I don't believe that I, Yang Jian, will lose to him! "    

As he spoke, Yang Jian's gaze became serious, as if he was thinking about something.    

In fact, Yang Jian's work had already been confirmed half a month ago.    

However, when he saw Zhao Shi's white embryo, he suddenly had a very bad feeling.    

Therefore, he directly rejected the original work and continued to redesign it. In the end, he took out the final version.    

Zhao Shi's "talent" made Yang Jian feel uneasy!    

But after his own hard work, he once again obtained stability.    

At this moment, Yang Jian admired this Zhao Shi who suddenly appeared, but he also had a condescending attitude.    

Zhao Shi stood at the side, and when he heard their conversation, he smiled without saying a word.    

Not long after, a large group of teachers arrived.    

"Zhao Shi!"    

Ms Yi immediately noticed Zhao Shi. She walked over very warmly and introduced him to the other teachers beside her.    

"I think Zhao Shi can definitely win an award. He can even win the Best Design Award!"    

Ms Yi was somewhat proud.    

After all, in her opinion, she was the one who discovered Zhao Shi.    

When the other teachers saw Zhao Shi, they all had different expressions.    

Some of them looked at Zhao Shi with admiration, some looked at him from afar, and some even took the initiative to talk to him.    

"He can definitely win an award, or even the best design award? Ms Yi, you are really funny. Although this Zhao Shi is very talented, he's still just an outer court student. Furthermore, he is a freshman. If he is able to win the award so easily, doesn't that mean that he is denying the hard work of the students of our Institute of Clothing? "    

A square-faced male teacher said righteously.    

Ms Yi heard this and smiled awkwardly, "I didn't mean that either. Teacher Fang, after you have seen Zhao Shi's work, you will understand."    

Teacher Fang was a senior teacher in the School of Clothing. He was the teacher of Yang Jian and the others.    

"Hmph, you'll understand once you've seen Yang Jian's work." Teacher Fang was also very optimistic about Yang Jian and the other top students. He was full of confidence.    

Ms Yi chuckled twice and did not continue.    

At this time, Yang Jian and the others finally understood that the person standing at the side was actually the Zhao Shi they were talking about!    

Those who had slandered Zhao Shi felt somewhat ashamed at this moment. At the same time, they felt admiration and surprise towards Zhao Shi's bearing.    

Because when ordinary people heard others talking about themselves like this, they were afraid that they would be somewhat unconvinced. As for Zhao Shi, he had maintained a faint smile from the beginning until the end. Clearly, he didn't care at all!    

Yang Jian could not help but take a few more glances at Zhao Shi. He had a whole new level of respect for Zhao Shi!    

However, Ms Yi's words made them feel indignant.    

If this Zhao Shi could easily win an award, or even the Best Design award, then how could they, these so-called top students of the fashion school, have any face left?