When seeing Lin Weilang's work appeared for the first time, Tong Xiaoman was also sweating.
Originally, Lin Weilang was supposed to be the finale, and Stone's side should have appeared earlier, but who knows it's upside down now!
"Sister Xiaoman, what should I do now?"
"Wait and see." Tong Xiaoman had no other solution.
It can only be that it has come, and it can be settled, and it will not change to cope with all changes.
This year's Xinshang Cup competition is still very fierce, many old designers also come to participate, and new designers are also constantly pouring out.
It's just that the first performance of Lin Weilang's work on stage left a deep impression on people, and the people who appeared later were obviously much inferior, which made people feel very boring.
Even the judges shook their heads frequently at the following works.
Tong Ran dreamed that this posture seemed to have seen Lin Weilang pocket the first prize.
"The next one is Stone Clothing Studio, the designer is Eleven, and their theme is A Midsummer Night's Dream."
There was an uproar in the audience, and there was even laughter.
"What the hell is Eleven? Is it a personal name? Someone actually has that name?"
"It's really a sensationalist. I want to attract people's attention, so I started to make a fuss about the name!"
"If the work is not good, you can only beat others in these aspects. This is also a kind of success, haha!"
There were laughing voices all around.
But when the models came out, the laughter stopped abruptly!
It turned out to be the same as Lin Weilang's work just now!
It cannot be said that they are exactly the same, but they are almost the same.
All the colors used are colorful and gorgeous.
Because Lin Weilang's work was exhibited earlier, it was naturally widely criticized when it came out.
"Plagiarism, this is clearly plagiarism!"
"Plagiarism in the competition, this is really courageous!"
"Ms. Lin's works are in front, and they still have the face to come out!"
Before the models finished showing, the audience was already in chaos.
The models assigned to Stone are naturally not as famous as those assigned to Lin Weilang, and have more acting experience. These small models look like fledglings at first glance, and when they heard the accusations of plagiarism from below, some even took the wrong steps and hurried I stepped down when I was busy.
"The competition is fair, are the judges blind? This is obviously plagiarism, and they dare to go on stage!"
Someone in the audience roared with righteous indignation.
Lin Weilang, who was the person involved, did not stand up immediately, but watched all this quietly.
"Mr. Lin, someone plagiarized your work in public, don't you have nothing to say?"
At this time, everyone looked at Lin Weilang.
I saw Lin Weilang standing up calmly, quite like a master.
"Young people are inevitably a little impetuous. It is understandable to take shortcuts in order to become famous, but there is no need to be too harsh on these young people. It is good to know the mistakes and correct them. I hope the organizers can give these young people a chance to correct themselves. .¡±
Everyone admired Lin Weilang's words.
"As expected of a master, this demeanor is really unmatched by others!"
"Being plagiarized, you are still willing to give young people a chance! Teacher Lin really deserves to be Teacher Lin!"
Everyone was overwhelmed by Lin Weilang's bearing.
Tong Ranmeng glanced at Tong Xiaoman cautiously, what else is there to say now?
"Mr. Lin, you said that our Stone's work plagiarized your work. Excuse me, do you have any evidence?" It was Tong Xiaoman who spoke.
She stood up unhurriedly and controlled her speaking speed well.
Lin Weilang just smiled at Tong Xiaoman, but didn't speak.
"Isn't this obvious? Teacher Lin's works come first, and your works follow. It's not clear at a glance who copied whom!"
Someone has already spoken for Lin Weilang.
"How about a clear method? All the works are designed and produced in advance, and brought here. The order of today's competition is artificially controlled. If our works come out first, can it be said that even the teacher plagiarized?" What about ours?"
Tong Xiaoman's voice is sonorous and powerful, revealing a kind of tenacity.
"You're clearly making unreasonable words. What kind of person is Mr. Lin, how could he copy you unknown people!"
Lin WeilangThere are quite a few supporters, and one by one stood up to speak for him.
Lin Weilang only needs to maintain a master-level smile.
"Some people who are exhausted rely on their prestige to specially select the works of unknown people to plagiarize, because this is the safest way, and this kind of thing is not uncommon!" Tong Xiaoman argues.
"You're clearly making unreasonable words. Mr. Lin's works have been emerging in an endless stream during this time. How could he plagiarize others? What evidence do you have?"
Another maintainer, who said that every fan is top ten black, this is not false at all.
"This Miss Tong, if you have evidence to prove that I plagiarized, please just show it!"
Lin Weilang looked like he was not afraid of crooked shoes.
"Okay, let's invite my designers to make an appearance first. Because of everyone's interruption, they didn't have time to stand on this stage."
Ten designers wearing masks came to the runway together, the scene was really spectacular!
"Playing tricks and wearing a mask, the designer inside is ashamed to face people, plagiarism dog!"
Lin Weilang's fans have already started swearing.
"Children, take off your masks and show this teacher Lin!" Tong Xiaoman shouted towards the stage.
Ten designers took off their masks at the same time, it was a childish face.
"It turned out to be some little furry kids. It's not surprising that little furry kids plagiarized!"
"Let's invite a group of kids to become designers, just kidding!"
After all, this group of children hadn't seen any big scenes, and they were a little bit untenable.
"Ms. Lin, you don't know these children, do you?" Tong Xiaoman turned to look at Lin Weilang.
I saw that Lin Weilang was still calm and calm, and he was not shocked at all.
When he saw the clothes on the models, he realized that it might be his students who came to mess things up.
After seeing some people wearing masks all the time, he was even more convinced that these people were his students, because there was nothing to be surprised about if he thought about it in advance.
"Of course I do. These are all my students at the Academy of Fine Arts. I am an honorary professor at the Academy of Fine Arts. Although there are not many courses, I remember every student."
"You use the name of handing in homework to let these children help you design clothes. As a professor of the Academy of Fine Arts, don't you feel ashamed?"
When everyone heard these words, they all looked at each other in blank dismay. What is the situation?
"Mr. Lin plagiarized his students, is it possible?"
"This is unlikely, what kind of person is Mr. Lin?"
Everyone is naturally unconvinced. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com