Lin Hui happily browsed her Weibo, her fingers swiping through the comments, beaming with joy as she read the various compliments, her smile almost reaching her ears.
But as she watched, her smile gradually faded, replaced by ruthlessness and jealousy in her eyes.
[Such a plagiarized work, and so many people are praising it? What kind of blind era is this?]
Lin Hui's fingers tightened little by little, and her hand gripping the phone turned white.
Despite the supportive voices from below, it didn't improve her expression much.
She gritted her teeth, "Su Yan, it's all because of you, it's all because of you!"
Lin Hui roared and smashed her phone on the floor to vent her anger.
While Lin Hui was getting anxious and upset because of this comment, the competition organizers also held an emergency meeting because of the incident.
Everyone stared at President Wu, whose face was grim and who remained silent for a long time, and no one dared to breathe loudly.
The publicity campaign clearly achieved its intended effect, so why is their CEO Wu still so angry?
This is something they find particularly puzzling.
Mr. Wu suddenly slammed his hand on the table and shouted angrily, "She's violating our competition rules and using the competition to put on a show for herself!"
The person in charge looked at him with eyes practically blazing with anger, and said cautiously, "Mr. Wu, actually... although she is suspected of trying to ride the wave of popularity and putting on a show, it cannot be definitively said that she violated the competition rules."
As soon as he said that, a fiery gaze immediately glared at him, startling him so much that he shut his mouth tightly and dared not say another word.
Mr. Wu glanced at the group of people sitting in the conference room. "You all think I'm making a mountain out of a molehill? She didn't violate our competition rules?"
Having learned from the example of the person in charge, no one else dared to be the first to act at this critical juncture. They all shrank back like quails, remaining silent.
Mr. Wu was completely enraged. He slammed his fist on the table and yelled, "Where's the photographer! Get the photographer here!"
The photographer was initially very proud of his masterpiece, but he never expected that online opinions would turn against him.
He frowned as he looked at Lin Hui's Weibo, carefully recalling that day. No matter how he looked at it, it wasn't the person she was showing off on Weibo.
This is clearly a case of identity theft!
Just as the photographer was about to express his anger, he received a call from the company, informing him that General Manager Wu had specifically requested his presence.
He had a subconscious feeling that it must be related to this matter.
The photographer cautiously knocked on the door of Mr. Wu's office, looked at his face which was as black as the bottom of a pot, and swallowed nervously.
"Mr. Wu?"
Mr. Wu couldn't care less about anything else and immediately launched into a barrage of questions: "What's the deal with the photos?"
The photographer, forcing a smile, said, "Mr. Wu, I didn't expect this either. The company asked me to prepare some promotional material, and that's how I found this photo. But that person online, she's definitely not the person in the photo; she's just trying to ride the wave!"
He thought that this explanation would ease Mr. Wu's anger, but Mr. Wu's temper only worsened.
"Do I need you to remind me that she's just trying to ride the coattails of someone else's fame?! Just you wait, you'll be eating shit before it's even hot!"
The photographer listened to his arrogant analogy, subconsciously swallowed, and remained silent.
Mr. Wu was breathing heavily, his fingers tapping rapidly on the table. Each tap made the photographer's heart race.
After calming down and thinking carefully, Mr. Wu asked again, "Do you have any more relevant photos? It would be best if they included both of them, the kind that can clarify the facts."
The photographer replied quickly, "Yes, yes, yes! I'll find it right away and post it online to clarify this matter."
Mr. Wu immediately raised his hand to interrupt, "No, don't send it now. Save the photos first and wait for my message."
Although the photographer didn't know what he was up to, he obediently nodded in agreement since he had already said so.
After the photographer left, Mr. Wu stared intently at Lin Hui's photo on the computer screen.
"You want to ride the coattails of every trending topic? Well, I'll let you ride it to your heart's content, and make you understand that not everyone is someone you can afford to ride!"
The atmosphere at the first match was clearly one of impending battle.
Everyone's face was filled with tension; they were restless and even their breathing was uneven.
"I just heard from the staff that the rules for this group stage are ten to three, it's like hell! What are we going to do?!"
"Top 10 to Top 3?! Really?! Are they all crazy?!"
This competition rule caused a stir, vividly demonstrating the harshness of the competition.
"As soon as I heard the competition rules, I regretted it and regretted not choosing a group!"
I don't know who said that, but everyone else echoed it.
"Yes, yes, yes! If I had known, I would have skipped breakfast that day and rushed over at dawn to choose a group, so that I would have a better chance of making it to the finals."
"Stop talking, I'm so regretful I could die. Look around, almost everyone around us who isn't nervous is in the same group."
"Since one of their group members is destined to come in last, they've lost one of the competition spots, so they're not so nervous anymore!"
Everyone complained, and their gazes turned to Su Yan, who was "bound to be at the bottom."
Seeing her still calmly doodling in her design notebook, he gave a mocking chuckle.
"Why are you making such a big deal out of this stuff that's clearly just going through the motions and is going to be phased out?"
Amidst the discussions, the competition staff began to call everyone into the competition venue.
Following the grouping order, Group 1 naturally became the first.
As soon as everyone stood on the competition field, the tension of an imminent battle became even more pronounced, and even the other contestants sitting below couldn't help but feel a little nervous for them.
"Shall we make a bet? We'll bet on who will make it into the top three."
This simple remark, meant to calm the emotions, instantly excited the spectators.
"Okay! I bet on the girl in the pink dress in the middle. I met her at the emerging designer competition in China last time. I think she even made it to the finals! If she doesn't make it into the top three, I'll do a handstand and eat an olive branch!"
Amidst the enthusiastic betting, the tense competition began.
Su Yan looked at the competition question, tilted her head and thought about it for a while, then slowly picked up her pen.
Her speed of thought surprised the girl in the pink dress next to her. Seeing her scribbling on the paper, the girl in the pink dress immediately felt a sense of impending doom.
She quickly came up with a plan, and then, not to be outdone, picked up a pen.
As time went by, there was no sound on the competition field except for the sound of pen tips scratching on paper.
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