Chapter 137 Supporting Her

Finally, she said, "I'm going to sleep now," before hanging up the phone.

But Guo Zhenyi on the other side was still worried.

He sat at his desk, his brow furrowed, his mind replaying Zhou Shufen's words over and over.

Cheng Yulu's actions were egregious, and the organizers' handling of the situation was far too hasty.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

They were even more worried that Zhou Shufen would be under too much pressure being alone outside.

So, without much hesitation, he booked a plane ticket for that very night.

By this time, Zhou Shufen's mood had calmed down considerably.

She lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Since I didn't plagiarize, I'm innocent, and there's no need to torment myself over someone else's despicable behavior.

She rolled over, feeling a bit stuffy in the room, so she sat up and decided to go for a walk.

I had just picked up my coat and was about to leave when my phone suddenly rang again.

Looking down, I saw that same name still flashing on the screen.

Guo Zhenyi.

She was slightly taken aback, a hint of doubt rising in her mind.

Why are you calling again?

It had only been less than half an hour since they hung up the phone.

She answered the phone, her tone slightly surprised.

"What's wrong? Is there something else?"

On the other end of the phone, Guo Zhenyi's voice was calm and steady.

What room number are you in?

Zhou Shufen was taken aback, never expecting him to ask that.

She glanced at the doorplate subconsciously and blurted it out.

"What's wrong, room 307 in Building B?"

The words had barely left her mouth when a thought suddenly popped into her head.

Could he be...?

Have we arrived here yet?

But as soon as the idea popped into her head, she quickly dismissed it.

We're not in the information age of the future anymore; how can we travel across cities so quickly?

Besides, he was at work, how could he suddenly appear here?

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone.

His calm reply followed immediately.

"Okay, I'll be right there."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Zhou Shufen stared blankly at her phone, frozen in place, her mind a complete blank.

She subconsciously thought that she should also tell him where the stairs turned.

After all, the building has a complex structure, and even regulars can easily get lost.

Just as I was about to dial the number again, my feet had already unconsciously led me toward the door.

As soon as she turned the doorknob, the scene before her completely stunned her.

Guo Zhenyi was standing outside the door.

What made her heart skip a beat was that he was carrying a familiar paper bag.

It had the logo of her favorite pastry shop printed on it.

"You... what brings you here?"

Zhou Shufen opened her eyes wide.

Countless scenes from TV dramas flashed through her mind in an instant.

On a stormy night, the male protagonist rushed towards the female protagonist without hesitation.

But now, this scene is actually happening right in front of me.

It turns out that the feeling of being cared for really does make one feel sweet inside.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up.

"I can't let you suffer here all by yourself."

As Guo Zhenyi spoke, he gently placed the bag he was holding on the table.

"You haven't eaten yet, have you? Have something to eat first, and I'll go with you to the competition later."

Zhou Shufen nodded gently, her throat slightly choked, unable to speak for a moment.

By the time she finished getting ready and left the room, Guo Zhenyi had already made several phone calls.

He smiled faintly when he saw her come out.

"Let's go, let's go over there."

When Wei Mingwei heard that the sponsor's CEO was personally present, his heart skipped a beat.

They immediately dropped what they were doing and rushed over to greet him.

Just as I reached the door, I saw Zhou Shufen and Guo Zhenyi walking in side by side.

"Mr. Guo, why did you make this trip in person?"

Wei Mingwei greeted him with a smile.

"It's such a small matter. I could have just let you know if I needed anything. I wouldn't have dared to trouble you."

As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously scanned back and forth between the two of them.

Guo Zhenyi had no interest in beating around the bush and went straight to the point.

"I heard that two entries in the competition were so similar that, without any evidence, both participants were disqualified?"

In fact, given his status in the industry, the organizing committee would have to reassess and make a decision with just one phone call.

But he knew Zhou Shufen's temperament.

She is stubborn and has a very strong sense of self-respect.

Using power to force her will only embarrass her.

Therefore, he chose to stand by her side, arguing with reason and righteousness to fight for the justice she deserved.

Wei Mingwei understood immediately.

They're here to support us.

But he wasn't sure how Guo Zhenyi intended to end things.

Is it just a statement, or a thorough investigation?

Guo Zhenyi didn't give him much time to think.

He took a step forward, staring coldly at the other person.

"Competitions are about fairness, openness, and impartiality. How can you handle this by hastily dismissing two contestants? This matter must be thoroughly investigated."

"If we can't find the answer, then we'll redo the design. Can a person's skill level suddenly drop overnight?"

Zhou Shufen stood to the side without saying a word.

But a warm feeling welled up inside me.

It wasn't just gratitude, but a long-lost sense of security, surrounded by respect and support.

Wei Mingwei understood what he meant.

Immediately have someone contact Cheng Yulu and ask her to come over and redesign it.

Cheng Yulu was leaning back on the sofa, flipping through a fashion magazine.

When the phone rang abruptly, she frowned and glanced at the screen.

The moment I saw the unfamiliar number, I almost wanted to hang up.

But when she heard the other party mention the harsh words "permanently blacklisted," her face suddenly darkened.

In the end, she stood up, grabbed her bag, and hurriedly left.

The stadium was softly lit, and the air was filled with the scent of fabric and needlework.

Cheng Yulu walked heavily through the crowd.

She glanced around the room, her gaze settling on the design table in the corner.

Zhou Shufen was bending down to organize her tools.

In that instant, Cheng Yulu's eyes clearly turned cold.

She walked straight past Zhou Shufen, the hem of her clothes even brushing against the back of Zhou's chair, without pausing for a moment.

She heard a cacophony of voices and footsteps around her, but Zhou Shufen never looked up.

She knew that some disputes didn't need a response, and some hostility didn't need to be ignored.

The real contest will naturally be revealed the moment the work is completed.

The referee walked onto the stage, holding a microphone, and announced the rules of the game.

The entire room fell silent.

The two designers each sat in their own work areas, with blank papers, fabric samples, and basic tools in front of them.

The timer lights up red, and the countdown displays "3:00:00".

With a crisp beep, the design process officially began.

Zhou Shufen first sketched the outline with a pencil, and then used fine lines to depict the structural details.

Then, selecting fabric, making a pattern, and cutting are all done in one go.

The fabric fits the mannequin perfectly, as if it were custom-made for them.

Every fold has been carefully calculated.

On the other side, Cheng Yulu appeared anxious and restless, constantly changing fabrics and frequently tearing up and repainting.

In the end, only a rough line drawing was completed.

Wei Mingwei examined the paper carefully.

The lines are crooked, the proportions are unbalanced, and the design of key parts is vague.

There was even one spot with obvious eraser marks.

He had looked at Cheng Yulu's past works.

The composition is exquisite, the creativity is unique, and the technique is skillful.

But this one in front of me doesn't look like it was made by the same person at all.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, his eyes filled with disappointment and doubt.