At this mont, the host and the judges whispered to each other for a while, then went to the stage and said, "Qiao Mo, Alina, would the two of you please stand up?"
Qiao Mo let out a sigh of relief and stood up.
Alina, who was seated a few people away from her, also stood up.
The host invited the models wearing their designed dresses to co forward as well. With the models standing together, the comparison was clear—the designs on them were too similar. It was almost as if they were based on the sa elent, just in two different styles.
"I believe both of you have already noticed how similar your designs are. Do either of you have anything to say about this?" The host looked at both of them and asked.
As soon as the host finished speaking, Alina took the lead: "I also don’t understand why this woman’s design is so similar to mine. I suspect she has plagiarized and copied my design. I request a review of the submission tis."
Qiao Mo remained silent, her brow slightly furrowed.
Since Alina dared to make this demand, it was likely she had manipulated the submission ti as well.
If she submitted before her, it would an that there was no issue with the judges and the review, but rather Alina had already obtained her design draft before she submitted it.
Qiao Mo felt a bit chaotic inside. In the design industry, plagiarism and theft are most taboo.
Once labeled with this, one’s future is essentially destroyed.
Who could be so malicious, wanting to completely ruin her future!
The host talked quietly with several judges for a while and then said, "We’ve sent soone to investigate. Alina’s submission ti was the day before Qiao Mo’s in the evening."
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes; no wonder Alina was so confident.
A look of disdain appeared on Alina’s face as she straightforwardly said to Qiao Mo, "I heard you’ve won so championships before, but I didn’t expect you to be soone who plagiarizes others’ work. I really don’t understand how you are allowed to participate in the competition. It truly embarrasses our design industry."
Qiao Mo’s hand hung by her side. Among today’s judges was Master Simon, along with many internationally renowned fashion stars, design masters, and heads of world luxury brands.
If the accusation of plagiarism was confird, she feared there would be no place for her in this circle anymore.
As soon as Alina spoke, whispers erupted around them.
Her several companions further played along: "I didn’t expect this Qiao Mo to win championships through such ans. It’s really disgusting."
"Who wouldn’t say so? I thought she had so real skills, but she plagiarized Alina’s work."
"I think Qiao Mo should be kicked out of the design circle, otherwise if everyone plagiarizes, where would fairness and justice be in this circle?"
"Did Qiao Mo really plagiarize? I never thought she would be this kind of person... Ah, it’s so disappointing."
...
Listening to the piercing whispers, Yu Qianxun gently tugged on Qiao Mo’s arm, concerned, "Xiao Mo."
Qiao Mo glanced at her and softly said, "I’m fine."
The host then spoke again, "Alright, please everyone remain silent. Qiao Mo, do you have anything to say about this?"
Qiao Mo’s gaze turned colder as she looked at Alina, "I just want to ask, where did Miss Alina’s inspiration co from, and how does this dress fit with the the ’Night’?"
Qiao Mo had already cald down by this ti. Designing this dress had taken her quite a bit of ti. She had researched extensively to spark inspiration. She didn’t believe Alina could clearly think of it.
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