Zhou Liangqi's destination was a quiet teahouse. Jiang Shu didn't want to go in with him, so he didn't force it.
She knew she couldn't escape, so she simply closed her eyes and took a nap in the car. But as soon as she closed her eyes, all kinds of things immediately appeared in her mind. In the broken frame, Fu Shiyan's appearance was particularly clear.
Keeping her from sleeping.
Jiang Shu simply took out the sketchbook from his bag, but he didn't know what to draw for a while. He looked around and happened to catch a glimpse of Zhou Liangqi sitting in the tea room by the window. His hair was a little messy, his profile was standard, and his nose was straight.
Slightly straightened, thin lips slightly pursed, he had a very extraordinary air.
She couldn't help but pick up the pen and quickly draw the outline. The carbon was scratched across the paper, and the sound was sweet.
After half an hour, she patted the paper and stood up. Zhou Liangqi in the painting was lifelike, and the shadows covered by long eyelashes were handled just right.
In the following time, she was bored and began to modify this hasty painting.
She was so absorbed that she didn't notice anyone around her.
"What are you drawing?" a familiar voice.
Jiang Shu's whole body felt bad. As soon as his hand relaxed, the sketch paper slowly floated to the ground and floated to his feet.
When Zhou Liangqi lowered his head, Jiang Shu wished he could dig a hole and bury himself.
He picked up the paper, looked at it carefully, and then said to Jiang Shu with satisfaction: "The painting is good."
Jiang Shu couldn't find the expression to respond, "Are you saying that my painting is good, or are you praising yourself for being good-looking?"
She felt it was very necessary to clear herself up: "I didn't mean to draw you, I was just... a little bored."
Zhou Liangqi leaned against the car door, a little uninhibited, and raised the drawing paper: "Can you give me this drawing?"
Jiang Shu was all right, "Okay, as long as you don't take it to sue me."
"I'm not a narrow-minded person."
At the beginning of the night, Jiang Shuluo was busy. Suddenly, she received a call from Xiao Chen, "Oh no, today's announcement of the gold medal, someone found out that your and Song Ke's designs are highly similar!"
She frowned suddenly and wanted to use her mobile phone to read it, but found it inconvenient. Zhou Liangqi reached out in time and said, "Use mine."
Weibo has become a hot topic.
Xiao Chen is still asking, "Is this slander? Have you found any evidence?"
"Not yet. Now I suspect that there is an insider in the company."
"Ignore this for now, hurry up and go online and read Weibo!" Her tone was as urgent as possible.
"I don't know who exposed your and Song Ke's design draft on Weibo, and now the comments below are almost exploding."
The one who posted the blog was obviously a trumpet. He didn't say anything and just uploaded the picture. Jiang Shu's name at the bottom of the manuscript was particularly eye-catching. This picture corresponded to Song Ke's and caused an uproar.
"Isn't this Jiang Shu who spoke last time?"
"I won the gold medal by plagiarism... I question Mr. Fu's level."
"Plagiarism is common these days, but this is the first time I've seen such obvious plagiarism, awesome."
Within a short time, the number of comments had exceeded 30,000. Enthusiastic netizens brought the topic #Fushijiangshuplagiarism to the hot search, and it was already carried away by public opinion.
The topic of Fu was deliberately brought up, and the target of the attack was definitely not just her.
Jiang Shu subconsciously glanced at Zhou Liangqi and raised his eyebrows, which meant that it had nothing to do with him.
In the comment area, there are endless vicious and unpleasant words. Even though they are strangers to each other, they think of her with the most malicious intentions.