Mistress Her Brother [Transmigration Book]

Cheng Lu also entered the final of the "Ganoderma Cup", Song Xing knew about this.

She noticed it the day the shortlist came out. Although she tried her best to ignore this point, she never thought that the other party had no intention of letting her go.

Song Xing clenched his hand tightly by his side into a fist: "Cheng Lu, what's going on?"

"I still want to know this question." Cheng Lu looked confident, walked up to her and stood still, slightly raised her chin, "Why did you copy my work?"

"This dress is original from the pattern of the fabric, you copied me..."

Cheng Lu sneered: "Go to the official website and check it out. I submitted my work earlier than you. Everyone knows who we are plagiarizing whom."

Most of the models in the backstage had already been convinced by Cheng Lu's explanation before Song Xing came, so they all stood by Cheng Lu's side, ridiculing Song Xing in various ways, except for the model who helped Song Xing in the catwalk, no one chose trust her.

There was a lot of noise at the scene, and even the person in charge at the front desk was attracted: "What's going on?"

"My work has been plagiarized!" Song Xing and Cheng Lu said almost in unison.

However, after the person in charge glanced at Song Xing, he said to Cheng Lu: "Miss Cheng, I already have a general understanding of the plagiarism of the work, why don't we suspend the rehearsal today, please and this... Miss Song, come to the company conference room first."

The person in charge treated Cheng Lu politely, but treated Song Xing in a perfunctory manner, even acquiescing that Song Xing was the plagiarist.

"Wait, why didn't you even do an investigation, and you decided that I was the one who plagiarized?" Song Xing walked forward quickly, angrily and anxiously, and asked with a pale face.

The person in charge said in an official tone: "I treat everyone equally, the premise is that you really have done nothing wrong. We will investigate this matter in the conference room. If you think there is a problem with my attitude, you can only Said you were a guilty conscience."

"You!" Song Xing's fingers trembled slightly, and her voice trembled a little. She looked at the other party in disbelief.

She had a lot to say, but it was the first time she faced unreasonable slander. The other party turned black and white in front of everyone, and called her a victim a plagiarist. She was so angry. When the words came to his lips, his lips trembled so that he couldn't speak.

Too angry.

Song Mo put one hand on her back, gently rubbed the acupuncture points that could relax her, and whispered, "Sister, don't get angry, let's 'reason' with him slowly."

After hearing what he said, Song Xing regained his senses and took a deep breath: "Okay, I'll go with you to the meeting room."

The person in charge glanced at Song Mo, frowned slightly, and wanted to say that no one else was allowed to enter the conference room, but he heard Cheng Lu next to him say: "It's okay, let them come together, anyway, it's obvious who the plagiarist is .”

She has the advantage of being the first to submit the work, and she has firmly gained the upper hand. Even if Song Xing has a younger brother to help speak, her younger brother is just a softie, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

The last time Cheng Lu made a slight provocation on the tennis court, Song Xing and his brother were broken up by her. It can be seen that they are not her opponent together.

Cheng Lu had a smug smile on her face, she wanted to let Song Xing know that without Bai Fangchen and Nie Ziye, Song Xing would be nothing.

She could no longer describe her hatred towards Song Xing, she hated her to the bone, even if she was completely destroyed, she would not be satisfied.If possible, she wanted Song Xing to be abandoned by the whole world, destroy Song Xing's bones and ashes, and feel the humiliation she was tricked that day ten times and a hundred times over!

Fantasizing about Song Xing's miserable future, Cheng Lu's eyes couldn't help showing a bit of blaze, and his bright red lips parted, as dangerous as a wild beast that would prey on someone.

When the four of them came to the conference room, several people were already sitting in it. Among them was a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes who looked quite capable. Even the stage manager respectfully called the other party "Mr. Xu".

This Mr. Xu is a high-level executive sent by the investor behind him. He followed up the progress of the competition throughout the process. Hearing that the person in charge mentioned that there was plagiarism in the final works, he immediately brought someone to listen to the investigation results.

"I think the evidence is sufficient. The designer Cheng Lu submitted her work earlier, and she is a design student." The person in charge picked out the design drafts of the two and put them on the table, "Ms. Song I didn’t have any professional study before, so it’s unbelievable to design such an excellent work.”

"Just because I'm not a fashion design major, can you slander the work that I didn't design it myself?" Song Xing bit her lip, wanting to curse, but her education made her think of something she could use to scold. Vocabulary, "Then how did I qualify in the previous two rounds? Your contest rules didn't state that only professional designers can participate. Since amateur design enthusiasts like me can also participate, why can't you treat everyone equally?! "

"I also want to ask about this." The person in charge looked at Song Xing with a superior attitude, "I also saw some unprofessional aspects from Ms. Song's works in the first two rounds, but the advantage is that the ideas are novel and Ingenuity, so you made an exception and made you a finalist."

He changed the subject and said sternly: "But how did Ms. Song repay the trust of the organizing committee? With your level, it is impossible to design such a mature work."

He clicked on Song Xing's hand-painted design draft, and then pointed to Cheng Lu's draft: "Everyone, please see, Ms. Cheng has been exposed to high-end brands since she was a child, and the design of fabric printing is also very big-name. Elegant and capable suits are the most suitable, and the overall look is very harmonious. In Ms. Song's design draft, she used the same printed fabric to make neutral casual clothes. Although they are not bad, they are not so good. .And Ms. Cheng's shoulder design is more elaborate. From my professional point of view, the model's upper body effect will be very good..."

"Thank you for the compliment. I saw it backstage today. The upper body of the model is really good." Cheng Lu seemed modest, but in fact admitted that the work was her original without blushing.

The fabrics chosen by the two are exactly the same, and they both say that the pattern is their own originality, which is printed by another person, and cannot be mass-produced.

In terms of design, there are also some similarities.They are all suits, but one style is more OL, and the other is more casual, and they are indeed somewhat similar at first glance.

Xu Mu looked at the two design drawings several times, but he didn't choose a station like the person in charge. He looked up at the two young girls: "Do you each have anything else to say?"

Cheng Lu had an elegant smile on his face: "No more, the person in charge has already said everything I wanted to say, everyone must know right and wrong."

"Yes," the person in charge rushed to say, "The truth is now very clear. Ms. Cheng is an original creator. In order to show the fairness and seriousness of the competition, I think Ms. Song should be disqualified from the competition, and in the future Let the entire design industry boycott her work, this is the best reward for the plagiarized."

Song Xing stood up abruptly: "Wait a minute, I have something to say!"

She bumped into the table with a "bang" when she got up, because she was too angry and a little unsteady, she looked much more embarrassed than Cheng Lu.

Song Mo helped her from the side, Song Xing straightened his back, looked ahead, his face was full of disappointment and anger towards Cheng Lu and the person in charge: "I have evidence to prove that this work is mine... I have Conclusive evidence."

"Oh, what is the evidence, show it?" The person in charge asked casually.

Song Xing: "The evidence is not with me now, can you please invite the two models wearing our works?"

The person in charge subconsciously glanced at Cheng Lu, and seeing that there was no worried expression on Cheng Lu's face, he nodded and said, "Well, it seems that you won't cry when you see the coffin."

He opened the door of the conference room and made a phone call at the door. Not long after, a staff member brought the two models over.On the back of the clothes, the feeling of the same design is stronger, and no one will believe that there is no plagiarism.

The question now is which one was plagiarized.

Before Song Xing was backstage, she was more angry than surprised, and because things happened too hastily, she didn't have time to think about it, so she was led by the nose.

After she sat down in the conference room, Song Mo grabbed her hand and pinched several acupuncture points, finally calming her down.It also made her suddenly think that it is not impossible for her to win the game Cheng Lu set up.

Before that, Song Xing was very reluctant to say these things to his former girlfriends. They have been friends for so many years, but they turned their faces when they said they turned their faces.Cheng Lu didn't hide her malice towards Song Xing after her thoughts were exposed, but Song Xing still thought about how kind she had been to her, even though she was disappointed, she didn't accuse Cheng Lu face to face.

Unexpectedly, her kindness to others caused the other party to hurt herself even more, as if she was just picking a soft persimmon.

Song Xing has not felt this way for a long time. In order not to be bullied when she was young, she was always the king of children. A girl fights more fiercely than boys, but her younger brother, a boy, always hides behind her. .

Unexpectedly, when she grew up, she would be discouraged instead. In order to be more feminine, Song Xing restrained a lot.But being gentle and introverted...is really not suitable for her.

Song Xing walked up to the two models, first nodded to his own model, then walked up to Cheng Lu's model, and pointed to the fabric print on her body: "Although I submitted the work a bit late, it is Because I was hesitating which piece to choose - I finally chose it because not only was the print designed by me, but it also meant a lot to me. The simple black check above was inspired by me younger brother."

Song Mo, who was sitting in the conference room without any sense of presence, was suddenly stared at by several pairs of eyes. He raised his head, slightly dazed.

"It is true that many big brands love houndstooth checks, but the check pattern I designed is not in the shape of a thousand paper cranes, but a black puppy." Song Xing turned to Song Mo, took a deep breath, "My brother's name is Song Mo, when you take apart the word 'Mo', it becomes a black dog."

Her voice echoed in the quiet conference room.

"—Excuse me, Miss Cheng, do you also have a younger brother with the character 'Mo' in his name?"

The author has something to say: My sister is showing off her power~