Chapter 109 Born Evil
On the dark-colored desk in the office are the design drafts of all the Yenching University students who participated in this year's architectural design competition.
Lu Tinglan raised her hand and rubbed her high nose bridge, sighed, and then the man picked up the list of participating students, glanced at it, and finally stopped at a name.
Teachers could also participate in this competition, so Lu Tinglan participated as well.
All the design drafts from the entire school would pass through his hands before being sent together to an overseas architectural firm.
With a "click," the file folder was opened.
The only sound in the office was the rustling of papers. The man's gaze fell on Cong Chun's design draft, and after a moment his eyes became somewhat deep. He held a freshly lit cigarette between his slender fingers.
Lu Tinglan couldn't help but put it in his mouth and take a deep breath. A moment later, the swirling smoke blurred the man's delicate features.
He stared at the design draft in front of him, frowning, with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes.
A moment later, Lu Tinglan gently curled the corners of her lips and casually placed Cong Chun's design draft on the table.
The next second, the man's eyes turned fierce, and he pressed the unburnt cigarette against Cong Chun's design draft without hesitation.
In no time, the paper had been scorched by the intense heat, leaving a hole.
Without hesitation, the man put the design draft to his lips and blew on it. Looking at the hole in the design draft, Lu Tinglan chuckled softly.
If only I had been pressing on Cong Chun's smooth, slender back.
Men are naturally jealous of those who are more talented than themselves; it was Duan Mingxiao before, and now it's Cong Chun.
Why is it that this group of people can get everything they want so easily?
Lu Tinglan's gaze fell on Cong Chun's architectural design draft again. He knew that once Cong Chun's design draft was submitted, it would definitely be selected, and it was very likely to be the first place.
How could he possibly allow that?
Lu Tinglan was jealous of Cong Chun. He could be obedient, kind, and sensible, but he could never be more outstanding than himself.
The man's eyes were unfathomable, revealing a cold indifference, as if Lu Tinglan had made up her mind to do something.
He couldn't help but want to see Cong Chun shed tears in front of him, his eyes slightly red.
Only then can I descend like a god and extend a helping hand to the other party.
Today, my advisor sent Cong Chun a message, asking me to go to his office.
Cong Chun arrived at the office, puzzled. The man was wearing a gray hoodie that revealed his long neck, with a small racing car printed on it. He looked energetic and handsome. Cong Chun had rested well recently and looked radiant.
The young master gave this garment to Cong Chun because he said he couldn't fit into it anymore.
Cong Chun took it back to his dormitory and tried it on; it actually fit him quite well.
However, the next second, Cong Chun stared at the rejected manuscript in front of him and felt a little sad. His design had already been reviewed by Teacher Zhang, and his mentor Zhang Jie said that he had a great chance of being selected.
Zhang Jie stared at Cong Chun, his tone somewhat serious.
"Cong Chun, did you refer to any other works for this design draft?"
Cong Chun shook his head, puzzled, and took the returned design draft with both hands.
But I felt a little disappointed.
"Cong, I hope you can have the courage to admit your mistakes, have good character, and learn that honesty is the most important thing for a student."
Cong Chun clutched the design draft in his hand, looked up at Zhang Jie, and sounded a little dazed.
"Teacher, did I do something wrong?"
The instructor looked at Cong Chun with disappointment, pursed his lips without saying anything, and simply told Cong Chun to leave.
A moment later, Cong Chun stood somewhat awkwardly and uneasy in the corridor outside the office, holding the design draft in his hand.
Lu Tinglan was standing not far away, quietly watching him, her eyes unfathomable.
A moment later, footsteps sounded behind him, along with a man's deep, gentle voice.
"What happened, Xiaochun?"
"You can tell me if you have any difficulties."
Cong Chun responded listlessly, his tone clearly downcast.
"I don't know, my advisor suddenly got very angry."
"I don't know what happened either."
A cold glint flashed in Lu Tinglan's eyes as he looked at Cong Chun's face.
The man frowned, looking worried.
Cong Chun, why aren't you crying? You're such a spoilsport.
Cong Chun opened the design draft in front of him, and the next second, his pupils shrank sharply because the word "plagiarism" was written on it in red pen.
Cong Chun pursed his lower lip, a hint of confusion in his eyes, as the design drafts were all conceived by himself.
The boy returned to the office and came to Zhang Jie.
Cong Chun's tone carried a hint of urgency.
"Teacher, can you tell me if my design is the same as that of the other contestant?"
"I can guarantee that the ideas in the design drafts are all my own original creations."
The supervising teacher frowned; Cong Chun was considered one of the most diligent students in their class.
Many students know that their architecture major doesn't have good career prospects because they don't pay attention in class.
He has always turned a blind eye to some things.
He was quite pleased that Cong Chun was willing to participate in the competition.
Lu Tinglan stood beside Cong Chun, his thin lips slightly parted, his tone relaxed.
"Never mind, it's nothing."
"Inspiration can be influenced unconsciously, which is normal."
The next second, Cong Chun turned to look at him, her tone unusually decisive.
"No, I didn't. All the design drafts were my own ideas."
Cong Chun's voice suddenly became loud, as if he were bursting out all the grievances in his heart.
"I did not plagiarize."
Lu Tinglan's eyes widened for a moment, then she smiled at Cong Chun.
"Calm down."
"Don't worry, I will definitely believe you."
The man spoke slowly and deliberately, with a hint of composure.
The supervising teacher sighed.
His gaze fell on Cong Chun's face, his eyes piercing.
“Cong Chun, your design draft and concept are over 90 percent similar to those of a foreign contestant.”
"His work was uploaded to the official website a week earlier than yours, and now he has the most votes."
The next second, Zhang Jie placed the official website's voting interface in front of Cong Chun.
Cong Chun paused for a moment when he saw the familiar design on the ticket purchase interface, and then he told his mentor.
His tone revealed a hint of doubt and confusion.
"Teacher, I submitted my design draft half a month ago."
Zhang Jie frowned and looked at Cong Chun.
"But our department only notified us two days ago to collect all the students' design drafts."
Lu Tinglan stared at him without saying a word, and seeing the tears sliding down Cong Chun's cheeks, she felt an unprecedented sense of relief.
That's right, that's exactly how you do it. Show yourself helpless and cry in front of him, then ask him for help.
Cong Chun, please beg me, please beg me, and I will help you clear your name.
Good boy, okay?
The man comes from a prominent family, his parents are loving, and he has no grievances or reasons.
Who told Lu Tinglan to be born a villain?
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