"Thank you, Director Liang." Zhou Manman thanked him softly, then turned around and opened the car door.

"Be careful." Liang Jinping said calmly.

"What?" The hand holding the co-pilot's doorknob paused unnaturally, Zhou Manman didn't hear clearly, turned around and asked.

"Your behavior has exceeded the boundaries of what a fan should be." Liang Jinping looked at Zhou Manman, the lights in the car were dim, even if the warm air was on, it looked cold in winter.

"Shirakawa is a public figure, and even if he is hidden now, he still receives attention from all walks of life, and this kind of thing will only cause him trouble, do you understand?"

Zhou Manman was stunned, his lips squirmed twice, he desperately tried to hold back the tears that wanted to burst out of his eyes, and said, "Understood, Director Liang." ”

With that, she quickly opened the car door and ran to hide in the dark night.

Liang Jinping looked at the back of the fleeing in a hurry, the cold air in his eyes became heavier and heavier, and it took a long time before the car slowly started and disappeared into the night.

in the dormitory.

Zhou Manman stood at the door of the dormitory, stretched out his hand and wiped two handfuls on his face, wiped the wet piece clean, and then sniffed and pushed the door in.

Zhang Yichen sat on the top bunk, swinging his two slender and white legs, and when he saw Zhou Manman coming back, he hurriedly hid his mobile phone under the pillow.

"Manman, why didn't you knock on the door when you came back?" Zhang Yichen said in disgust, his hand carefully groping under the pillow.

"Didn't I knock on the door all the time?" Zhou Man hung his head and muttered, casually putting his schoolbag on the table.

Do you want to knock on the door when you go back to your bedroom?

"Huh? Are you crying? Zhang Yichen heard her thick nasal voice, retracted his long legs, quickly got out of bed and came to her, and asked, "What's wrong?" ”

"No, it's windy outside, and it's uncomfortable in my eyes." Zhou Manman turned his head, not wanting her to see his dejected appearance.

"Could it be ......" Zhang Yichen paused and continued to ask: "Did you quarrel with Zu Ming?" ”

"No, what does it have to do with him?" Zhou Manman denied it.

"Didn't he disclose your relationship at the fan meeting today?" Zhang Yichen had no intention of ending the conversation.

"Huh? How do you know about fan meetings? Hearing this, Zhou Manman finally couldn't help it, turned his head to meet her eyes, and asked seriously.

"Yikes! You still say you didn't cry! Eyes crying so red! Zhang Yichen covered his mouth and shouted in surprise, his other hand wanting to touch Zhou Manman's cheek.

Zhou Manman tilted his head, avoiding her concern.

"You haven't said it yet? How do you know about the meet-and-greet? Zhou Manman asked.

"Of course Zu Ming told me." Zhang Yichen's eyes dodged, and he explained: "Zu Ming told me that he went to your fan meeting. ”

What a mouthful!

Zhou Manman couldn't help but complain in his heart, and drew a big cross for Zu Ming again.

"That's long, why are you two arguing about?" Zhang Yichen didn't give up, stepped forward and continued to ask.

"It has nothing to do with Zu Ming." Zhou Manman said coldly.

"Oh." Zhang Yichen was stunned, paused and then asked: "Manman, you have such a big event as a fan meeting, why didn't you tell me, I can also go and observe." She shifted the subject to asking.

"It's a short time, and it's a soy sauce role, so I didn't mention it." Zhou Manman said with a light hum.

"You are too modest, you are a big celebrity now, you have a good education, and you are still a well-known painter, many people can't envy it!" Zhang Yichen flattered.

What kind of celebrity is this?

After all, the distance with him is out of reach.

"I don't think so." After Zhou Manman finished speaking, he walked to the bathroom with a basin of water.

The door of the dormitory closed gently, hiding Zhang Yichen's increasingly vicious eyes.

In the bathroom, Zhou Man lowered his head and buried his head in the palm of his hand, and a stream of warm liquid flowed out between his fingers.

What did you do wrong? It's just that I want to help my idol, and I don't have any thoughts.

She raised her head and looked at the girl with red and swollen eyes in the mirror, ordinary looks, ordinary dress, ordinary couldn't be more ordinary.

How dare she think anything wrong about Bai Chuan Canghe?

Director Liang's serious face seemed to appear in the mirror at this moment, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to look at it again.

Great grievances came to my heart.

Zhou Manman, who came back from the bathroom again, heard the mobile phone on the table vibrating, and hurriedly ran two steps forward and touched the mobile phone to pick it up.

It's Wang Fei's phone.

"Zhou Manman? What's going on? Wang Fei's tone was anxious, making Zhou Manman confused.

"What's wrong, Brother Fei?" Zhou Manman asked suspiciously.

"Plagiarism! Plagiarize! Wang Fei's hateful tone came, "I just finished the fan meeting today, and you gave me such a surprise!" Lao Wan is about to scold me to death! You hurry up and give me a reasonable explanation! ”

"What plagiarism?" Zhou Man was puzzled, why did he plagiarize the kung fu of washing his face by himself?

"You don't know yet?" Wang Fei asked with some suspicion, "Go and see Weibo and the company's website!" ”

With that, he hung up angrily.

Weibo?

Company website?

Zhou Manman held up his mobile phone in front of his eyes and clicked on DreamWorks Weibo with some confusion.

The comment area was swiped by an account called "Zhou Manman's plagiarism monster".

The screen is full of this account accusing Zhou Manman's award-winning sketch of plagiarizing his work "Angel Falling into the Mortal World", and attached his original sketch, complaining that Zhou Manman took out the sketch to confront him.

Dozens of them were sent in a row.

Who is this man?

Zhou Manman's brows tightened suddenly, how did the work he drew by himself become plagiarism? !

Zhou Manman clicked on this account and posted the photo, which is his work "Feather".

After a while, the comment area was like a rising tide, and it was flooded in an instant.

"I went to a fan meeting today, and the host asked her where the inspiration came from, and she couldn't answer, as evidenced by the video."

seems to be an ironclad evidence that proves the fact of Zhou Manman's plagiarism.

"No wonder she couldn't tell me the source of inspiration, it turned out that the inspiration came from someone else's work!"

"I have reliable information that she broke Amy's big sketch before and got the opportunity to create on her own."

"Oh my God, she looks so well-behaved, I didn't expect to be a scheming!"

"This kind of person should get out of the comic circle!"

Zhou Manman hurriedly quit Weibo, holding up her mobile phone, and the page stayed at Wang Fei's number, but she didn't dare to dial it out.

What are you afraid of?

The body is not afraid of shadows.

After a phone tone, Wang Fei soon picked up the phone, and he seemed to be in front of the phone all the time.

"Did you see it?" Wang Fei's voice was full of eagerness.

"Well, I see." Zhou Manman said softly.

"Give me an explanation." Wang Fei on the other end of the phone was choked by Zhou Manman, who spoke slowly.

"Brother Fei, I'm not plagiarizing." Zhou Manman lowered his voice and explained, and looked up again, Zhang Yichen was already lying on the bed, giggling and not knowing what he was looking at.

"Gone?" Wang Fei fainted quickly, so he could say a few more words.

"How do you explain it, I painted the work, and I still have the original." Zhou Manman said.

"Huh? By the way, the original, how did I forget about it! Zhou Manman listened to the sound of patting his head on the other end of the phone, "You quickly find out the original, send it to the company early tomorrow morning, and we will send it to Weibo as soon as possible to angrily scold the rumor-mongers!" ”

"Okay." Zhou Manman casually agreed, and went to the locker to rummage through the original drawings stored last time.

There are three partitions in the dormitory wardrobe, the middle layer is used to hang all kinds of clothes, and the top and bottom partitions are used for storage.

After the last time the work was photographed and uploaded to the website to participate in the competition, Zhou Manman wrapped the work and put it in a brown paper bag and stored it on the top layer of the locker.

Alas? How not?

Zhou Man groped inside, but he didn't see the brown paper bag.

An ominous premonition pervaded her body, and she quickly turned on her phone's flashlight and shone it in the locker.

There was nothing but a little miscellaneous and a few books.

Disappeared out of thin air?!

Zhou Manman hurriedly poked her head into it, not letting go of every crevice, and hurriedly rummaged through the area where the clothes were hanging on the second floor, for fear that the sketch would fall down the gap in the partition.

Or not!

How so?

Hearing the rummaging sound on the ground, Zhang Yichen got up and poked his head out and asked, "What are you looking for?" So anxious! ”

Zhou Manman didn't want to answer, knelt on the cold floor, lowered his head and looked at the bottom, still finding nothing.

"Huh? Looking for a long time? Zhang Yichen's voice sounded again.

"Oh, nothing, a little knack dropped." Zhou Manman said perfunctorily.

Seeing this, Zhang Yichen retracted his head stupidly.

Where else can I put it? I remember it clearly in the locker in the dormitory!

Zhou Manman sat on the ground and carefully recalled that the place where he could put all kinds of sketches, in addition to the dormitory, was the studio and the duty room.

Studio!

Office!

Zhou Manman reacted, did he fall into these two places?

She quickly got up and put on her coat, looked up and said to Zhang Yichen, "Yichen, I'll go out, you don't have to leave the door, I'll bring the key." ”

"Huh? Where are you going? The words that could be said only floated over the dormitory, and Zhou Manman had long since disappeared.

Zhou Manman hurriedly ran down the dormitory building, fell on the steps with a soft foot, a pain came from her feet, and the ensuing chill permeated her entire back, Zhou Manman completely ignored the pain, pulled the handrail next to her and stood up.

Finally came to the door of the studio, and Zhou Manman bumped into Zu Ming, who had just come out of the studio.

"Manman, why are you so flustered?" Zu Ming opened his hands, grabbed Zhou Manman's wrist, and asked.

"Get out of the way, I'm going in and find something." Zhou Manman's voice was eager, and his eyes didn't care about him.

Zu Ming let go of the hand that stopped her and returned to the studio with her.

"What are you looking for? I'll help you put it. Zu Ming looked at Zhou Manman, who was like an ant on a hot pot, rummaging back and forth in his place.

In the hole in the table, in the clip.

"You talk, I'll help you find it, it will be faster." Zu Ming asked again.

"Draw! Draw! Zhou Manman muttered, but the movements of his hands did not stop.

Where have you gone!

"What painting?" Zu Ming asked puzzled.

Zhou Man sat down on the ground in a dejected manner, his eyes full of emptiness and helplessness.

"Not here." Zhou Manman muttered.