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The notification for the Design Competition came down quickly, with the deadline set for a week later, just like in my previous life.
In the past few days, Lin Weiwei seemed to have been comforted by Chen Mu Yang and had started to become active again. She would occasionally appear in front of me with her signature harmless smile, asking about my well-being.
"Ye Zi, I heard you're preparing for the Design Competition too! What a coincidence, I signed up as well," she said, blocking my way in the water room, her expression innocent. "The last time I saw your draft, it was really creative! But I think there are some areas that could be improved. Would you like me to take a look?"
Here it comes. The familiar plot, the familiar routine.
In my previous life, I was deceived by her facade of enthusiasm and foolishly showed her my nearly finished design draft. The next day, her work bore a striking resemblance to mine, and she submitted it before I could.
"No thanks," I tightened the faucet and replied coldly, "My work is my responsibility."
Lin Weiwei's smile faltered for a moment but quickly returned to normal. "Oh come on, Ye Zi, why are you being so polite? We're good friends; it's only natural to help each other. Besides, your idea is really great; it would be amazing if you won!"
She blinked her seemingly innocent big eyes, her tone sincere as if she genuinely cared about me.
"Whether my idea is good or not and whether I can win an award is none of your concern," I picked up my water jug and walked past her. "Instead of wasting time here, you should focus more on your own work. Oh, by the way," I paused at the door as if suddenly remembering something and turned back to look at her meaningfully. "It's best to avoid plagiarism. After all, with technology being so advanced now, plagiarism detection software is quite powerful."
The color drained from Lin Weiwei's face in an instant; her fingers curled unconsciously at her side, and a flicker of panic crossed her eyes.
"Ye, Ye Zi, what do you mean? How could I plagiarize? I just think your ideas are great and wanted to discuss them..." She forced a smile, trying to defend herself.
"Nothing much," I said dismissively and turned to leave. "Take care of yourself."
Watching her feign calmness while clearly flustered made me smirk inwardly. Lin Weiwei, don't rush; this is just the beginning. What you owe me will be repaid bit by bit.
Back in my dormitory, I locked the door and carefully stored away my newly completed design draft. This design integrated my experiences and thoughts from both lives; it was far more mature and intricate than the draft that had been plagiarized in my previous life.
To prevent Lin Weiwei from using the same trick again, I intentionally left a personal touch in several key details of the design that only I could explain clearly. Even if she saw the final product and tried to imitate it, she would only be able to scratch the surface without grasping its essence.
At the same time, I documented the entire creative process—from initial sketches to every revision—using my phone to take pictures and uploading them to a private cloud drive with timestamps. All of this would serve as solid proof of my originality.
After completing all this, I finally felt a bit relieved.
In the following days, I focused on refining the details of my work while keeping an eye on Lin Weiwei and Chen Mu Yang's activities.
Chen Mu Yang seemed somewhat embarrassed after what happened last time and hadn’t approached me much lately. However, he was visibly spending more time with Lin Weiwei. The two were almost inseparable; they could be seen together in the cafeteria, library, or along tree-lined paths.
Lin Weiwei likely felt emboldened with Chen Mu Yang backing her up. The way she looked at me returned to that condescending provocation. Once, as we brushed past each other in the hallway, she deliberately bumped into me with her shoulder and then complained loudly enough for Chen Mu Yang to hear: "Oh dear Brother Mu Yang, some people are just so narrow-minded; they can't stand to see others doing well."
Chen Mu Yang frowned at me but didn’t say anything; his disapproval was evident in his gaze.
I couldn’t be bothered with those two lovebirds and walked away without acknowledging them.
I knew Lin Weiwei was still eyeing my design draft. The more she acted like this, the more it proved that she had no real talent of her own.
The day before the competition deadline, I went to the studio to work as usual. Before leaving, I deliberately "accidentally" left behind a discarded piece of Draft Paper that had some design elements sketched on it.
Sure enough, when I returned after lunch, that Draft Paper was gone. My tiny camera, placed discreetly in the corner, had clearly recorded the entire process of Lin Weiwei sneaking in, rummaging through my things, and finally stuffing that Draft Paper into her pocket.
The fish has taken the bait.
I deleted the footage from the corner camera and saved the recorded video before continuing to finish my work. As the sun set, I sealed my completed design and stood up to leave the studio. Tomorrow was the day to submit our works.
Lin Weiwei, Chen Mu Yang, are you ready to receive the "surprise" I have prepared for you?
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