The woman froze, instinctively turning around to see the same unsophisticated woman from that afternoon, arms crossed, looking at her with a languid air and a clear hint of disdain in her half-smile.
Behind Yi Tianran was a group of acquaintances.
"Yi Youyou, what exactly did I do to wrong you? You said you didn't have time to come to the show, and I personally helped you decline. Later, you said you had time and were willing to do your part for the show, so I tried my best to pull strings and bring you along, all so you could showcase yourself at this event. But how did you treat me?"
Amy glared at him, her eyes wide with anger and disappointment, which amplified her aura. "You actually want to ruin my work? You can't even compete fairly? Have you lost your conscience?"
Those around her also looked disgusted. "The farmer and the snake, Mr. Dongguo and the wolf—she's the epitome of repaying kindness with enmity! This kind of person is cunning and vicious; she's not worth getting close to at all."
"I never imagined that she, who seemed so gentle and easygoing on the surface, would be so petty and resort to such underhanded tactics. Doesn't she fear retribution?"
"I used to like her so much, but now that I think about it, who knows how many bad things she's done behind my back? It's really scary and gives me goosebumps."
Yi Youyou was so embarrassed by the rebuke that her face turned pale and she felt ashamed.
Now that things had come to this, there was no point in arguing. She quickly changed tactics, her eyes instantly filling with tears, her whole body trembling, filled with shame and pain: "I'm sorry, Sister Amy, I was just provoked by what happened during the day. I was afraid that if I lost the competition this time, you would all despise me even more. I just care too much about you friends, which is why I impulsively did such a wrong thing! Please, everyone, don't tell anyone about this. I've studied abroad for many years and devoted my heart and soul to design. I don't want to leave this industry that I love."
"Are you the only one who loves design? I also put my heart and soul into design, but you easily ruined my work. How could you be so vicious!" Amy was so angry that she put her hands on her hips and her chest heaved.
Yi Youyou choked back tears in despair: "I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, I swear... This is the first time I've made such a mistake, and I'm in so much pain and torment. Please, everyone, give me another chance, don't cut off my path."
She regretted it so quickly, and so sincerely.
Some people feel genuinely sorry for someone who ruins their entire career because of a single mistake.
However, before these people could speak, Yi Tianran, who was watching the show from the sidelines, said with a mocking expression, "Are you really a first-time offender? I don't think so!"
Yi Youyou's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up with tears in her eyes. "Who exactly are you? Are you so unwilling to let me go? Are you only satisfied when you've destroyed me?"
"Tsk tsk, that acting is truly pitiful, but a pity... your wrongdoing is too obvious." Yi Tianran raised an eyebrow and dropped a bombshell, "Your ethnic design draft, was it plagiarized?"
The taut string in Yi Youyou's mind snapped with a "buzz," and she roared, almost losing all composure, "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Yi Tianran smiled coolly: "Whether I'm lying or not, you know best in your heart."
She glanced at Yi Youyou's work in the afternoon and felt it looked familiar, so she used her phone to bypass the Great Firewall and log onto an external website to check it out.
"This is a piece that a niche designer in the US uploaded to social media two years ago. She admires Chinese culture, so she deliberately used an ethnic style. Later, this piece was not adopted because it did not conform to the fashion style of the US. You didn't think it was safe and wouldn't be discovered, so you copied it. Unfortunately, what is stolen is stolen. Yours is even rougher, but the general style is the same. We are all design students, so we can all tell the difference, right?"
Yi Tianran deliberately held up her phone so that everyone could see clearly.
Because Yi Youyou loves to show off openly and subtly, many people have seen her work, and they can tell whether it is plagiarism just by looking at the comparison.
If it's just about ruining someone else's work, there might still be room for redemption in the design industry. People might even give Yi Youyou a way out out of respect for the Yi family.
But if it's plagiarism, that's a huge disgrace in the design industry, the kind that gets you nailed to the pillory and subjected to a barrage of criticism.
"Don't look!" Yi Youyou panicked completely in an instant and rushed over to snatch the phone away.
Taking advantage of her height of over 1.7 meters, Yi Tianran easily held the phone above her head, her expression playful, as if she were provoking her: If you're so capable, then come and take it!
Yi Youyou was so angry that her eyes turned bloodshot, her face turned a deep liver color, and her temples throbbed.
It's all because of this bitch!
In just half a day, she ruined the image and hard work she had painstakingly cultivated over the past twenty years.
In a fit of anger, she reached out and shoved Yi Tianran hard.
There was a pair of scissors on the table behind Yi Tianran. If she accidentally bumped into them, it would be best if she got stabbed to death!
A wicked thought flashed through her mind.
The next second, Yi Tianran chuckled and, like a nimble little fox, easily dodged the attack.
Yi Youyou had already exerted her strength, but caught off guard, she pushed into empty air, leaned forward, and fell directly off the stage.
Her head slammed into the corner of the round table with a loud thud, causing a concussion. Her ankle twisted, and she screamed in pain, her face contorted. She lay on the ground, her vision blurring, unable to recover from the double agony for a long time.
"Hiss—" Everyone silently took several steps back, pursing their lips: "You reap what you sow, even the heavens can't stand it anymore! You deserve to be punished."
"They ruin other people's work and plagiarize; they're really inhuman!"
Amy's face darkened, and she said without any mercy, "I will report this to the higher-ups. After doing something like this, you can forget about working in the design industry again."
If plagiarism can be called passion, then what about all their hard work and struggle?
The roar in Yi Youyou's brain finally subsided, only to hear Amy's last, heartless words.
A surge of intense resentment welled up inside her, and she retorted, "Amy, stop pretending! You dragged me here just so I could be your foil and win the championship amidst all the adoration, right? Too bad, I've completely ruined your traditional costume!"
As she spoke, she raised her hand again, pointing at Yi Tianran, her voice sharp and piercing: "You think she genuinely wanted to help you? Bah! She only exposed me after your work was ruined, clearly showing she didn't value your hard work. This bitch was just trying to frame me. You know Yi Tianran? Want to avenge her? Too bad she's already dead, hahahaha..."
"Who said you ruined my work?" Amy said with a look of disgust.
Yi Youyou's smile froze, her mind blank for a moment: "Whose is that?"
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