Reborn As a Top Student In the 1990s

Chapter 110 Plagiarism

Chapter 111 Plagiarism

Fang Qing looked at the exquisite courtyard in front of him, a little stunned, and then turned to look at Lu Can beside him.

“Are you sure this is here? Isn’t it said to be an antique store? Why does it look like someone else’s private residence?”

 Lu Can looked at the courtyard and villa in front of her for a long time without reacting. It was not until Fang Qing patted her that she turned away and said, "It should be... yes, the address the person gave her is here..."

Lu Can came over to Fang Qing before and asked her to apply for a part-time job together, but Fang Qing was busy with posters for the competition and was not in the mood at all. But Lu Can begged again and again.

“Qingqing, why don’t you accompany me to have a look? It’s up to you whether you do it or not. Just give me courage. I really don’t dare to go myself..."

Fang Qing was dragged to this place because he couldn't withstand Lu Can's constant abuse. But looking at the building in front of him, Fang Qing became suspicious again, "Are you sure the address is correct?"

Lu Can was also a little unsure and quickly opened the small piece of paper in his pocket and compared it with the number on the house number, "That's right, it's here..."

Before he finished speaking, the large iron gate of the courtyard slowly slid open to both sides. As an engine roared, a black luxury car slowly drove out from inside. The window slowly lowered, and a handsome profile flashed out. Pass. Lu Can and Fang Qing only had time to see the shiny car body before they choked on the car's exhaust fumes.

Lu Can was a little excited. He grabbed Fang Qing's sleeve and shook it. "Fang Qing, did you see it? That car is Santana. I heard that this brand of car is very valuable. Oh my god, this is the life of rich people." Ah, and the guy inside just now was so handsome..."

Fang Qing was not in the mood to admire the luxury cars and men. They came here to ask about part-time jobs. Seeing that the big iron door was about to close, Fang Qing pulled the still envious Lu Can in and quickly said, "Hello , is this the Moting Pavilion? We are here to apply."

Inside the gate, a serious middle-aged woman in black uniform was very surprised to see the two of them. She frowned and immediately stopped the two of them, "Who are you? How did you get in? Do you know where this is? That's all." Break in? Someone, kick them out!"

 Several men rushed over quickly and threw the two of them out before they could argue. As the big iron door closed, Fang Qing and the two got up from the ground. Lu Can patted the dirt on his pants with an angry look on his face, "Why is that old woman so mean? We didn't even finish talking, so she just We’ve been driven out. Isn’t it great to have money?”

Fang Qing quickly covered her chattering mouth and said, "Ancestor, please speak less, others can hear you." Then he turned around and looked around to observe the environment here.

This generation seems to be all about luxurious single-family villas, with private cars occasionally coming in and out. Even the community is paved with clean bricks and there are people who regularly prune the gardens. This kind of place really doesn't look like a place to open a shop.

Fang Qing sighed, pulling Lu Can beside him who was still eager to knock on the door, and strode back, "Let's go, your address must be wrong. There is no way there is any antique shop here. This is obviously a high-end community. You were fooled."

Lu Can looked confused and was dragged far away by Fang Qing before he realized what was happening. Looking at the note in his hand, his facial features were tangled together, "You mean, the person who introduced me to the job was basically lying to me?"

Fang Qing walked forward without looking back, "Maybe the other party gave you the wrong address. You'd better ask again."

The two failed to work part-time for the first time. Lu Can angrily clutched the note and went to find the person who introduced the job to her. Fang Qing finally had time to calm down and start designing the poster for the competition.

Based on the characteristics and meanings of the posters and icons of previous competitions, combined with the purpose of this league and the characteristics of the school, Fang Qing finally designed three different styles of posters after revising them more than a dozen times.

Wen Ning stood in front of the drawing board, looked at the three first drafts, and chose one of them for Fang Qing, who was confused. The slender hand pointed to the middle one, "The overall tone of this one is more calm, and the design has more contemporary elements. It is more in line with the core idea of ​​this competition. Let's take this one."

 With Wen Ning's affirmation, Fang Qing's confidence doubled. He worked for several days and finally completed the poster design before the deadline.

Since it still needed to be dried, Fang Qing locked the door and went to have dinner first, preparing to hand in the poster the next morning. But not long after Fang Qing left the activity room, a sneaky figure approached the door of the painting club.

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 After class the next day, when Fang Qing stepped into the activity room again, he found that his painting was missing.

Looking at the empty drawing board, Fang Qing was stunned for a long time. Her first reaction was that the drawing board had fallen over and the paintings fell in the corner, but she searched all the corners of the activity room and could not find her work.

The door was pushed open. As soon as Zhang Han entered the door, he immediately saw Fang Qing in the room. His face suddenly darkened, "Why do I bump into you every time? Did you do it on purpose..."

After waiting for a second, Fang Qing suddenly turned around, his voice filled with nervousness and anxiety, "Classmate Zhang Han, have you seen the paintings on my drawing board? I put them here yesterday, but I'm looking for them today." Not here.”

 Zhang Han closed his mouth, looked at Fang Qing and twisted the corners of his mouth disdainfully, "What do you mean, are you suspecting that I took your painting?"

“No, I just want to ask if you have seen my paintings or if you have seen anyone come.”

Looking at Zhang Han's sneering expression, Fang Qing's heart sank. It seemed that his painting was really lost. He turned around and ran out to ask other clubs and Lu Can, but no one noticed who had been there last night, and Fang Qing's paintings were completely gone.

Looking at the design draft in his hand, Fang Qing gritted his teeth and stayed up late to draw one more. The next morning he came to the publicity office with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

At this time, there were already more than a dozen people waiting in line outside the door with their own design drawings. As soon as the teacher in the office came, everyone handed in their works one by one and waited for the results.

More than half an hour later, several teachers in charge of the selection came out and said, "According to the results of our discussion, the works participating in the selection are all excellent, but based on the design concept, composition and color, as well as the spirit of the competition, we finally decided , selected Zhang Xue’s design from Architecture Class 02 as the promotional poster for this competition!”

Everyone cast envious glances at a girl in the crowd, but then, several teachers announced something again, "However, we found that in this design competition, there were actually students who plagiarized! In order to be serious. In the school’s learning atmosphere, the following two students’ future works will not be allowed to participate in any form of competition in the next year. Fang Qing from Architectural Design 01 and Li Yufang from Management 06. Your two works are too similar, so the submitted works will not be accepted. adoption!"

Fang Qing, standing behind the crowd, stared blankly at the teacher's mouth opening and closing, his mind going blank.

 (End of this chapter)