"Next week is Lunar New Year's Eve, it's unbelievable that graduation projects are being done so late this year."
"Isn't that because they want to ride on Chunxiu's popularity? And didn't they say that Lac will also be coming? Such a big deal, make it more grand."
At this moment, a crowd has gathered backstage at the Shenzhen-Hong Kong University stadium, all preparing for their graduation project performances next Monday night.
The girl in the blue dress pouted and said, "If they want to make such a big fuss, they should do it themselves. They're dragging us into this. Freshmen and seniors are treasures, but sophomores and juniors are worthless weeds. Are our lives worth anything?"
The girl wearing the hat patted her on the shoulder and said, "Don't say that. It'll have a bad influence if someone hears you."
"What's wrong with that? Just because those two senior girls are from the Wen family, the school is so attentive. The Wen family is going to go bankrupt, you know?"
"Damn it! I told you not to talk nonsense. At least they have assets to go bankrupt."
Besides, you only came here for the comprehensive assessment score and to get to know the Lac staff, so why pretend to be innocent?
The girl in the blue dress blushed, her thoughts exposed. She glanced around guiltily, thankfully no one had heard. "But tell me, who do you think will win the gold medal this time?"
The girl in the hat said, "Of course it's Senior Mu. She's a truly talented designer, and she's also a double major in jewelry and fashion design. I saw her graduation project draft once before."
The girl's eyes shone with admiration. "I could never draw this in my next life."
"I think so too, but you know what? Didn't they say that Senior Wen went to Fashion Isa for a long time this time, and that this year's gold medal is definitely hers?"
The girl in the hat shook her head: "It's incomparable. This isn't something you can achieve through hard work. Do you think Qiao Lisi's offer is something you can just get with money? Besides, I've always felt that Senior Wen's designs come from various tailors—"
"What do you mean?" a shrill female voice interrupted, and the two turned around instantly. "Hello, Senior Wen."
Wen Qingyu was dressed in a Chanel-style outfit, her face heavily made up, her thick false eyelashes reaching up to her brows.
"I'm asking you, who were you just saying was a tailor?"
The girl wearing the hat was sweating profusely. "I...I'm sorry, senior, I'm bad at speaking."
Another girl was also scared, but she still spoke up for her, saying, "I'm sorry, senior, she just heard about it. We're all really looking forward to your work this time..."
"Pshaw, do you two think I'm stupid?!"
"Believe it or not, I can expel both of you from school tomorrow!"
"I heard it from someone else, so tell me, who said I'm a tailor!"
Wen Qingyu stepped forward, grabbed the collar of the girl wearing a hat, and shouted at the top of her lungs, making the girl's eyes redden.
Wen Qingyu's arrogant and domineering personality was known throughout the school. She did whatever she wanted because of her family background. I remember in the past, Wen Qingyu tricked someone into going to a bar, drugged her, recorded a video, and posted it on the school forum. Just because that girl said that Wen Qingyu's skin was darker than Mu's, she suffered such retaliation.
If you offend her, dropping out of school might be the best solution.
"I...I..." the girl cried out, unable to speak.
Wen Qingyu was impatient and raised her hand to slap him, "What are you crying for? It's clearly your foul mouth that's causing the trouble!"
"Smack—"
"Ah!" Wen Qingyu gripped her swollen hand and turned away angrily.
Mu Yiran tossed a wooden ruler back and forth, saying, "I said it."
"What!"
Mu Yiran chuckled and said, "Are you a radio? You seem to enjoy listening to people repeat themselves."
“I said it, you're the tailor, you're the tailor,”
"Warm and tender words! From a tailor!"
Mu Yiran's shout echoed throughout the backstage area, and everyone put down what they were doing and came over as if to watch a good show.
"Did you hear me clearly?"
"Mu Yiran! What evidence do you have to accuse me of plagiarism!"
Mu Yiran covered her mouth in surprise: "Oh! You plagiarized? Who said that?!"
"Sure enough, like father, like daughter. This kind of thing can be inherited. She likes other people's things."
Wen Qingyu is the daughter of Mu Yiran's nominal uncle and the illegitimate child of Old Master Wen. Through various dirty tricks, she drove away Mu Yiran's maternal grandmother. After returning to the Wen family, she even stole all of Mu Yiran's mother's belongings.
After Mu Yiran left with Wen Qing, Wen Qingyu took over her original identity and became the only eldest daughter of the Wen family.
Outsiders only know that Wen Qingyu is the eldest daughter, and Mu Yiran is some distant relative of the Wen family.
“You!” Wen Qingyu remembered something and chuckled exaggeratedly, “The plagiarist is someone else, right? I heard that Qiao Lisi’s offer hasn’t been sent yet.”
Mu Yiran frowned slightly but did not refute.
It's been almost two months since she was discharged from the hospital, and Jolis's notification slip should have arrived long ago.
Looking at the people around her who had started to discuss it, Wen Qingyu raised her voice, "I know perfectly well why Jolis hasn't sent his acceptance letter yet. Who will receive the final offer? Are you willing to take the bet?"
Wen Qingyu brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, revealing earrings on her earlobes and a necklace around her neck, the sapphire blue diamonds sparkling brilliantly.
Mu Yiran's pupils contracted when she saw the shimmering sapphire blue.
Wen Qingyu smiled smugly. Behind her, several girls had appeared out of nowhere—her "plastic besties."
"Qingyu, what's the point of comparing yourself to her? She fought tooth and nail for what she got, and you don't even consider whether you deserve it."
"Qingyu has received praise from the editor-in-chief of Fashion Isa this time. Qingyu, the one you're wearing now is the one Fashion Isa wants to buy from you, right?"
"Oh dear, it was just a random experiment I made for my graduation project back then. Nowadays, it's rare to find a unique and original designer like Qingyu." The girl deliberately emphasized the word "original," implying something, especially given Mu Yiran's unpleasant expression.
Mu Yiran wanted to give the other person a thumbs up for their shamelessness.
Seeing that Mu Yiran did not refute, the suspicions in the hearts of those around her deepened.
Mu Yiran found it amusing. Just as she was about to say something, the vice dean of the design school walked in. "Mu Yiran, come with me for a moment. Oh, Qingyu, come along too."
"....."
Mu Yiran suppressed what she was about to say and followed in silence.
After the two left, a noisy discussion erupted backstage.
"Holy crap, does that mean the work Mu Yiran gave to Qiao Lisi was plagiarized?"
"Bullshit! Anyone with eyes can see that Senior Mu disdains plagiarism."
"..."
Mu Yiran and Wen Qingyu followed the vice president into the hospital's reception room. As soon as they entered, they saw a man in a suit sitting at the tea table.
"This is Mr. Xing, the editor-in-chief of Lac Asia."
The dean, beaming, pointed at Wen Qingyu and said, "This is Grandpa Wen's granddaughter. Our Qingyu is also one of this year's outstanding graduates."
"Mr. Xing specifically asked you how your graduation project is going, Qingyu. Lac values you a lot."
Mu Yiran didn't interrupt. Since the vice dean didn't introduce her, Mu Yiran just stood there like air, occasionally glancing at the man who hadn't spoken yet.
hiss...
I feel like I've seen this somewhere before?
It looks strangely familiar.
The vice dean, having finally finished his flattery, had Wen Qingyu sit next to Xing Jie. Then, remembering Mu Yiran, he frowned and said seriously, "Someone reported that the portfolio you submitted to Qiao Lisi contains plagiarized material."
"Although there is no evidence yet, after discussion, the college decided to use the gold medal winner of this graduation project competition as the final list of graduate students."
"In addition, you need to find drafts of your portfolio that can prove they are all your original works—"
"Excuse me for interrupting you." Mu Yiran raised her hand to block the view, looking puzzled. "The person who reported me for plagiarism should provide evidence, not me."
The vice dean was taken aback, never expecting that Mu Yiran, who was usually mild-mannered, would be so sharp-tongued.
"I have nothing but my innocence."
"Which dog is barking at you? Go find her."
"Who the hell are you calling a dog?"
Mu Yiran glanced at Wen Qingyu, "The whistleblower, what's all the fuss about?" She raised an eyebrow.
At this moment, Xing Jie, who had been silently watching the show, spoke up.
"What's your name, classmate?"
Wen Qingyu thought the other person was going to speak up for her, "Editor Xing, I'm Wen Qingyu, don't you know me?"
They even specifically asked the vice president about her.
Xing Jie glanced at her, then stood up and walked to Mu Yiran. "It's you."
"Excuse me, could you tell me your name?"
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