After the award ceremony ended, the regular competition also ca to a close.
Professor Han heard the news and had been waiting on the side.
Seeing that Qiao Mo was sowhat down, he walked up to her and lightly patted her shoulder, speaking gently, "This industry is just like that, or rather, every industry is the sa. Isn’t there a saying, where there are people, there’s turbulence. So don’t be discouraged."
Qiao Mo’s eyes beca slightly moist, and she spoke with so guilt, "I’m sorry, I let you down. If I had been more careful, maybe the draft wouldn’t have leaked, and this situation wouldn’t have happened..."
It has to be said, Qiao Mo was truly upset about this incident.
But she also felt imnsely guilty towards Professor Han. After all, she was recomnded by him and hadn’t even participated in the preliminary rounds before. With this situation now, it’s clear it would affect Professor Han’s reputation as well.
Seeing her low spirits, Professor Han walked with her towards the exit, comforting her in a broad voice, "Qiao Mo, you must rember. No matter when, as long as you stay true to yourself, no one can defeat you; the only one who can defeat you is yourself."
Qiao Mo paused slightly, quietly pondering Professor Han’s words.
Professor Han was sowhat worried, as this industry is quite mixed. Now with this incident, there would indeed be a lot of unfavorable rumors about her. It might even narrow her bright future, making it hard to move forward.
"Make your path deeper, even if it’s blocked ahead. You can still dig a hole where you stand!"
Qiao Mo chuckled lightly, "Dig a hole to bury myself, right?"
Seeing her start joking, Professor Han was sowhat relieved.
Qiao Mo understood his aning, that if she couldn’t change the width of her path, then she should work on deepening it.
Letting out a light sigh, Qiao Mo said again, "Don’t worry, I won’t give up easily."
Only then did Professor Han nod in satisfaction, walking with her towards the dormitory, "But Xiao Mo, you probably won’t have the chance to work with Master Simon this ti."
Qiao Mo had actually guessed this news long ago; after all, during the award ceremony, Master Simon’s words gave her so hints.
But hearing it directly from Professor Han at this mont, she still couldn’t help but feel a wave of disappointnt.
So, was her Milan journey coming to an end?
Oh no, maybe she could still attend the shows when Fashion Week opens.
"Don’t think too much, I just talked with Simon for a bit. He loves your designs and thinks highly of you. But you know, with this incident, your reputation has been implicated in plagiarism, so he can’t choose you to work with him on the Milan Fashion Week designs."
Qiao Mo nodded; she understood all this. But she was still sowhat downcast.
"Simon chose Qianxun, I just called to tell her."
"She perford very well this ti, too." Qiao Mo smiled.
After chatting with Professor Han for a little while longer, Qiao Mo returned to her dormitory.
When she returned to the dormitory, Yu Qianxun had already started packing. Seeing Qiao Mo co in, she imdiately put down what she was doing, "Xiao Mo, what did Professor Han say? Is there any chance to turn things around with this incident?"
Qiao Mo shook her head and laughed lightly, "It’s already co to this, what chance is there to turn things around."
"It was clearly Alina’s plagiarism, anyone with eyes can see that. But just because she submitted earlier than you, it’s concluded like this, it’s infuriating." Yu Qianxun was huffing angrily, seeming very indignant.
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