“Little Bear, what do you think about this competition?” On a private YY channel, seven people were online. A deep, stylish male voice came through the computer speakers.
“Do my best,” Mu Xitong leaned back in his chair, sipping tea gently, “But with Caiyun Piaopiao Zui Jiangnan and Zhuiyue Liuxing participating, plus you and Zero, the top four spots are already out of my reach. I’ll aim for the top eight.”
“Hehe.” As soon as Mu Xitong finished speaking, a light, playful male laugh came through the speakers: “Didn’t expect our little Bear to lack confidence. Caiyun Piaopiao Zui Jiangnan’s skills are okay, but compared to Brother Zhao Zhen, they’re far behind. Unless they come up with a genius idea, the first place is definitely not theirs. As for Zhuiyue Liuxing… Zhao Zhen, what do you think?”
The previously deep-voiced man paused before saying, “Can’t see through him.”
“How so?” The other six people in the channel asked simultaneously, with a tone of seeking advice, revealing Zhao Zhen’s status among them.
“This Zhuiyue Liuxing is strange,” Zhao Zhen carefully said, with a hint of suspicion: “I’ve carefully studied his logo works and found that almost every logo has a completely different style. You understand that’s not normal, right?”
“Mm,” Zero responded: “Once a person’s thinking pattern is formed, it’s hard to change. Twenty-plus existing works, twenty-plus creative approaches and design styles, not a single repeat. From this perspective, Zhuiyue Liuxing is truly bizarre.”
“But undeniably, his skills are very strong,” came a soft, admiring female voice. “That’s indisputable.”
“Xiao Ai is right,” Zhao Zhen continued: “These twenty-plus works are classic pieces. What I find strange is his font style.”
“Font style?!” Everyone was stunned.
“Haven’t you noticed?” Zhao Zhen said: “In these twenty-plus works, seven are almost exactly the same. This is a designer’s innate preference. High-level designers usually consciously restrain this instinct, but Zhuiyue Liuxing is different. He not only doesn’t avoid it but repeatedly follows this instinct!”
“Ah…” Zhao Zhen’s words were like a profound lesson to the other six people. Except for Zero, the other five, including Mu Xitong, sighed softly, seemingly lost in thought.
