Possessive

"Fangfang, is this your level?"

Anna handed back Fang Fangfang's design draft with a gesture of disapproval.

She thought that the one she chose was the best.

This is not what the design draft is talking about now.

Bad street design, nothing new.

She doesn't disdain that she can find the source of inspiration in any brand!

Fang Fangfang squeezed her palm.

This is the design that she has been working on for six days. Before coming here, she thought that she could at least get some praise.

"You disappoint me a little bit."

Anna has a lot of things to do, and she appreciates Fang Fangfang's designs, provided they are well designed.

Forget about such crudely made things.

"I know you want to work hard to express yourself, but expressing yourself requires some hard work." Standing up, she reached out and patted the junior girl on the shoulder.

If there is no outstanding performance in the future, it will be useless to give you the ladder to the sky.

Fang Fangfang only felt that the cold words of the senior sister made her heart stop beating.

Those who study design are most afraid of others saying that you have no talent, no talent, and no spirituality.

Because of what Anna said, she couldn't eat or sleep well.

Qiao Mai's mentality was good, but he wasn't selected anyway.

It's okay to face up to your own mediocrity. I'm a little discouraged, but it's still within the controllable range.

Except for the class, she has pushed all the recent photo shoots.

There's really no way to do both.

Also stayed up a few big nights.

She can also draw beautiful things, but she just feels uncomfortable and cruel to her feet.

Whoever learns design does not start with aesthetics.

At the end of the class, I thought about sending it to Lao Liu to have a look at it in the afternoon.

Just short of that last swipe.

The classmates next to her saw that she had been immersed in something in class, so they glanced over.

Fang Fangfang was in class and felt a throbbing pain in her stomach.

She has been under too much pressure these days, and she hasn't eaten or rested well.

A bottle was poured out of the bag, the bottle cap was opened and the medicine was poured out, and he quickly swallowed it.

His face was covered with sweat, and his face was so white that there was no blood at all.

"Fangfang, are you sick?"

The sister sitting next to her asked, seeing that Fangfang's condition was not quite right.

"I'm fine." Fangfang forced a smile.

It hurts so much!

Fangfang lay on the table, clenched her fists.

She can't admit defeat!
She had to resubmit the design draft within five days.

She gritted her teeth because of the pain.

After class, everyone can go wherever they should go.

"Aren't you going?"

Fang Fangfang's stomachache has not passed, and she can't leave.

I don't even have the strength to stand now.

"I want to lie down for a while, you go."

"Do you really need to go to the doctor?"

"It's okay, it's just that my aunt hurts."

"Then if you're not feeling well, call me."

Qiao Xiaomai tidied up the table and put the drawing board into the bag before she could put it in. Someone called her over there.

"wheat……"

Qiao Mai walked out.

Fang Fangfang sat about three or four rows behind her.

Because of the pain, she tried to put her face on the table.

In the process of changing, she saw Qiao Maimai's bag on the table.

She also didn't know why she focused on this bag.

Get up and walk over, open...

Her hands were shaking all the time.

……

Mai Mai came back, packed her things, and saw someone lying on her back when she was leaving.

"Are you all right?"

We are all from the same academy, and there seems to be no deep hatred.

Sweat dripped down Fang Fangfang's face quickly.

Trying to raise his head, sweat slid down his face: "I'm fine."

"Are you really all right?"

His face was too ugly.

"I'm fine." After speaking, she lay down again.

Mai Mai thought, she really wanted to help, but it was obvious that she didn't need it.

Then forget it.

Maybe she worried a little too much.

When she left, Fang Fangfang quickly repeated the design draft she had just seen with shaking hands, and then sent it to her senior's mailbox.

Qiao Xiaomai went to Lao Liu with the design draft.

It was rare for Lao Liu to praise her.

"You drew this?"

"Not like it?"

"The style is not quite the same." Old Liu thought to himself, if he participated in the competition at that time, if this manuscript was handed in, the effect might be different.

"Beautiful... people love it, but it's not practical to wear."

It may be that the old problem has recurred. Qiao Xiaomai said that the shoes should not be too comfortable after being made.

Of course, it's beautiful!

"I don't know whether to hurt you or save you."

Mai Mai couldn't figure out what Lao Liu said.

"Women are born to love beauty."

It is bound to sell well if the shoes look good.

If she enters the company after graduation and only considers practicality and comfort, she will be eliminated.

What kind of woman pursues foot comfort?
The survey shows that women over the age of 47 like more comfortable shoes, and younger women like beautiful, even uncomfortable shoes.

"Then I have submitted the manuscript now?"

Old Liu nodded calmly.

Anna received Fang Fangfang's second draft, and sure enough, she had more smiles on her face.

That's right!
That's the level it should be.

The next thing is to wait for the shoes to come out.

This year, Liu Xiaohui, from the same school as her, is also Teacher Liu's niece.

Anna has never put Liu Xiaohui in her eyes.

In terms of strength and fame, Liu Xiaohui is no match for her.

All the works were released, and when the booth was about to be displayed, someone suddenly ran over.

"Anna, something happened."

Ana is still making final adjustments.

It's just a school competition, it's not important, but the word "lost" is not in her dictionary.

"what's up?"

"There is a work by Liu Xiaohui that is exactly the same as ours."

Before the opening, it is reasonable to not see the works of the opposing camp, but today is also a coincidence.

One of Liu Xiaohui's seniors said that Liu Xiaohui was going to win this year, and showed her the work.

"Which pair?"

"It's Fang Fangfang's pair, this time we are going to press the pair before the big shaft..."

Anna frowned slightly, she had already put on makeup and made all preparations.

In addition to the school, some media also came today.

Now tell her that there are exactly the same works?

"the same?"

"I zoomed in on the photo, and there are only two subtle differences, but the rest are the same."

Inspiration and inspiration may collide, but they cannot be exactly the same.

This kind of similar probability can only explain one problem.

Plagiarism!

Anna raised her head: "You stare here first."

Liu Xiaohui also stayed up many nights to prepare for this work show. The biggest difference between her and Anna is that Anna has good looks, and her looks are almost the same.

Because of her appearance, she suffered a lot.

Holding his breath, he wanted to overwhelm Anna in this match.

"Miss Xiaohui, something happened..."

Liu Xiaohui's face was tense.

"Go and find Qiao Mai, just call him, don't say anything else."

After she finished speaking, she started to match the model again, always feeling that there was something wrong.

After watching it for a while, I became more and more upset.

"For now."

Withdrew from the background.

That Qiao Mai was called over.

Xiaohui waved to her, and put her arms around Mai Mai's shoulders.

"sister?"