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During the final Q&A session, Qiao Weiwei suddenly raised her hand and stood up.
"I have a question for Lin Xi," she said with a sweet smile, though her eyes held a hint of provocation. "Lin Xi, your design is indeed very creative. However, I recently stumbled upon a core interaction design proposal of yours that bears striking similarities to an unpublished sketch of a Campus Social App I conceived six months ago. Can you explain if this is merely a coincidence?"
As soon as she finished speaking, the room erupted in murmurs. All eyes were on me.
I was stunned. Stealing her idea? How could that be possible! My design was entirely based on my own thoughts and research, meticulously crafted detail by detail!
"Qiao Weiwei, please be responsible for your words," I managed to suppress my anger and maintain my composure. "All my design drafts and revision records are available to prove that my work is completely original. I don’t know what sketch you’re referring to, but I can assure you that I have never seen it, let alone copied it."
"Is that so?" Qiao Weiwei sneered, pulling out her phone. "Fortunately, I kept an electronic backup with a timestamp. Here are some comparison images for everyone to see."
She connected her phone to the big screen. Several design sketches appeared, and indeed, there were some similarities with key interaction interfaces in my final proposal! Moreover, the timestamp in the bottom right corner indicated that these sketches were created before I even started working on this project!
How could this happen?! My mind was in chaos. Could there really be such an astonishing coincidence? Or was it something else…
"Everyone sees this, right?" Qiao Weiwei's voice dripped with satisfaction. "Some similarities might be coincidental, but so many core design overlaps can hardly be explained away as mere coincidence."
Whispers spread through the audience. The judges' expressions grew serious. Accusations of plagiarism, especially in such a major competition, were extremely grave.
"This is not a coincidence; this is framing!" My eyes were red with frustration. "Qiao Weiwei, why are you doing this?"
"I'm just stating the facts," Qiao Weiwei shrugged innocently.
"I believe Lin Xi."
Just as I was at a loss for words and on the verge of breaking down, a cool and resolute voice rang out beside me.
Shen Yizhou stood next to me, his sharp gaze fixed on Qiao Weiwei. "Qiao, you claim these sketches were drawn by you six months ago and have timestamps as proof?"
"Of course," Qiao Weiwei's eyes flickered slightly, but she pressed on defiantly.
"Then please explain," Shen Yizhou's tone was calm yet carried immense pressure, "why one of the UI icon elements in your so-called 'six-month-old' sketches was just released last month?"
As he spoke, he quickly operated his laptop and pulled up a page from a design resource website, clearly displaying the release date of that icon on the big screen.
Qiao Weiwei's face turned pale instantly.
"And furthermore," Shen Yizhou continued without pause, "the data annotations in your sketches reference figures from our internal testing report from two weeks ago. This report should only have been seen by our team of three and our advisor. Where did you get this information?"
His words struck like heavy hammers against Qiao Weiwei's defenses. Everyone in the audience began to understand: the so-called "timestamps" and "similarities" were nothing but fabrications concocted by Qiao Weiwei to frame me!
"I... I don't know what you're talking about..." Qiao Weiwei stammered, her eyes filled with panic.
"Do I need to ask technical staff to verify the actual creation times and modification records of those files on your phone?" Shen Yizhou's voice turned cold. "Or should we report this to the police to investigate who illegally accessed our team's internal materials?"
“No… don’t!” Qiao Weiwei was completely panicked, her face drained of color, and she could barely stand.
The truth was now glaringly obvious. The judges' panel wore serious expressions, their gazes toward Qiao Weiwei filled with disappointment and condemnation.
“Student Qiao Weiwei, please step down,” one of the judges said in a deep voice. “The Organizing Committee will conduct a serious investigation regarding your accusations and the alleged forgery of evidence, as well as the theft of others' achievements.”
Qiao Weiwei's face turned ashen, and amidst the complex looks from the crowd, she fled the stage in embarrassment.
A meticulously planned conspiracy had been shattered by Shen Yizhou with a thunderous force right on the spot.
I looked at the boy beside me, who had shielded me from all storms and calmly revealed the truth. My heart was filled with gratitude and an indescribable flutter. He offered no unnecessary comfort but protected me in the most direct and powerful way, safeguarding the results of our joint efforts.
The venue fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into enthusiastic applause. It was a recognition of our strength and a celebration of the truth being revealed.
I knew that after this turmoil, both Shen Yizhou and I, along with our project, would embark on a brand new beginning.
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