"Xiao Yan, why aren't you saying anything?" Song Sisi sensed that something was wrong.
Bai Yan seemed to know what she was worried about: "Don't worry, I don't have a backup."
Song Sisi breathed a sigh of relief, her fair lips curving slightly: "I don't have a backup, but I have the finished product."
"Would you like to see what it would look like if this dress were made and worn?" she asked.
"What did you say?" Song Sisi looked at Bai Yan in disbelief.
"How could you possibly have a finished product! The competition requires that the design be completed by the competition date!"
If Bai Yan has already produced a finished product based on such a complex design, then she has definitely violated the rules.
Bai Yan chuckled lightly, "Yes, but I accidentally put the wrong design sketches from a previous project."
As she spoke, Bai Yan pulled up another design drawing: "This is the design I'm using for this competition."
Then, another perfectly designed clothing design appeared on Bai Yan's computer screen.
The moment Song Sisi saw that picture, she froze.
Bai Yan tilted her head and said, "The competition rules don't say that if a contestant accidentally posts the wrong picture, it's a violation, right?"
The comments section immediately erupted into an argument.
"What?"
"Tianna, what's going on?"
"Song Sisi plagiarized Bai Yan? How is that possible? Song Sisi is already famous! Didn't Bai Yan graduate from a diploma mill?"
"How could this design sketch possibly have been drawn by Bai Yan! Where is the finished product? Bai Yan said there was a finished product, but where are the clothes? I think she's lying!"
Immediately after this comment, the royal family of Country Y posted a picture.
The princess of Country Y was wearing the finished product of Bai Yan's design. The princess even thanked Bai on her social media account for designing such a perfect dress for her.
The comments section fell silent for a moment.
"I have a guess, could Bai be Bai Yan? Bai means white!"
"It's true, Bai Yan has posted a blog!"
"My god? When did a world-class design school become a diploma mill? Did Song Sisi buy this smear campaign? She doesn't even know which school they graduated from, yet she buys this kind of smear campaign?"
"Holy crap, what did our G City do to deserve such a powerful figure?!"
Bai is a fashion designer who has become popular internationally in recent years, and even royal families from several countries are vying to have her design their gowns.
"Bai couldn't possibly have plagiarized Song Sisi, could he?"
"Besides, Song Sisi only has design drawings, while the princess is already wearing the finished product!"
"Song Sisi, you plagiarized!"
"What genius designer? She's just a plagiarist!"
"Looking at her previous works, could they all be plagiarized as well?"
...
The online public opinion quickly turned around, and the reversal of identities also completely reversed the situations of Song Sisi and Bai Yan.
Song Sisi bit her lip, her face pale... She was BAI, how could she be that BAI!!!
She checked! She graduated from a diploma mill abroad! She clearly just went abroad to get a degree without any real knowledge!
Bai Yan took the microphone and revealed her identity: "I'm sorry, I concealed my identity before participating in the show. I've been quite popular online these past two years, and I was afraid that my identity might influence the judges' judgment. I want to participate in the competition fairly and impartially."
"I'm also from G City, and of course I want to share in the glory of G City. But I'm sorry to have made everyone watch this farce."
She then looked at Song Sisi: "I just didn't expect that after four years, your methods are still the same as before?"
"Are you still going to say that you designed this dress?"
Bai Yan tilted her head, looking at Song Sisi with curiosity.
Song Sisi's face turned deathly pale, and after a long silence, she finally said, her lips trembling, "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
Bai Yan simply looked at her: "What did I do on purpose?" She moved closer to Song Sisi: "Did I deliberately make you bribe my assistant to steal my pictures?"
"Bai Yan!" Song Sisi bit her lip. "How could you be so vicious?"
She was immediately surrounded by reporters as soon as she finished speaking.
"Song Sisi, why did you plagiarize Bai Yan? And how did you end up with her design drawings?"
Song Sisi's face turned deathly pale.
At this moment, Pei Xun, who was watching from below the stage, stood up, stepped forward, and gently pulled Song Sisi into his arms.
“Sisi, don’t be afraid, I’m here for you,” Pei Xun said.
Upon seeing Pei Xun, Song Sisi's previously flustered heart strangely calmed down.
Yes, she also has Pei Xun!
So what if she lost to Bai Yan in design?
Pei Xun instructed his assistant, "Go and have someone cut the live stream off."
The assistant nodded and quickly walked to the side.
He also told Song Sisi, "Don't worry, I'll handle things online."
Pei Xun then looked at Bai Yan and said, "You are Sisi's older sister, so don't do anything to hurt Sisi."
He still remembers that year when he went to find Bai Yan, he said that he was not as good as Shen Mubai.
Now let's see who's inferior to whom.
Pei Xun coldly curled his lips: "I know you're still with Shen Mubai, but if you're thinking of relying on him, you're probably going to be disappointed."
As Song Sisi thought of something, the panicked expression on her face disappeared. She calmed down and looked at Bai Yan with a smile: "Xiao Yan probably doesn't know yet, but Shen Mubai has gone bankrupt today."
She leaned close to Bai Yan and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Bai Yan, you shouldn't have come back. If you try to take me from you, I'll make sure you have nothing."
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