Chapter 509: How was it dropped?

"Huh?" Mo Xun looked at the picture of her phone, the style, he was familiar, and at a glance he knew that it was hers.

There is such a thing as a design drawing, even if everyone draws the same style, everyone's brushstrokes are not the same.

Each designer has their own style of painting, and the same style will also draw different visual effects.

Therefore, Ling Tanxue's picture is too recognizable.

Her brushstrokes, her style of painting, can be seen at a glance.

And this contestant didn't plagiarize or anything at all, but directly used her picture.

Unchanged.

Ling Tanxue looked at this picture in disbelief.

She looked at the names of the contestants underneath the picture and couldn't believe it.

Mo Xun glanced at it and asked, "Zhang Xiaoman, isn't it with your hair?" ”

Hair is small, it means growing up together, Ling Tanxue and Zhang Xiaoman, who have known each other since childhood, have been classmates since kindergarten, and are still working together after graduating from college.

This friendship has long been as deep as family affection.

"How can this be? I've seen her blueprints, how did they become mine? Ling Tan Xue asked strangely.

Mo Xun paused for a moment before saying, "You ask her?" ”

Ling Tanxue found Zhang Xiaoman's number and was stunned when she dialed it out.

"What's wrong?" Mo Xun asked.

"Shutdown ...... arrears" Ling Tanxue blinked, only to remember that she had received a text message with insufficient phone bills before, but she forgot about it in a hurry, and she didn't expect it to be shut down now.

She said why didn't she have a phone call a day today.

Mo Xun touched her head, smiled dotingly, handed her his mobile phone, and said, "Use mine to beat it, I'll tie you up to pay the phone bill." ”

"Uh...... All right. Ling Tanxue shrugged, took Mo Xun's mobile phone, and dialed Zhang Xiaoman's mobile phone number.

Mo Xun got up and walked to the office desktop, charging her phone bill on the computer.

Zhang Xiaoman seems that the caller ID is an unfamiliar number, but that number is so domineering.

The mantissa is 9.

"Hey, who's that?"

"Xiaoman, it's me."

"Sister Tan!" Zhang Xiaoman on the other end of the phone almost didn't cry when he heard her voice. She hurriedly said, "Sister Tan, I don't know why the design of my competition was replaced, it wasn't mine." ”

Ling Tanxue's design drawings are all confidential, and no one has seen them, so Zhang Xiaoman has never seen them.

But Zhang Xiaoman has followed her for so many years, and he can see at a glance that this is her design drawing.

Zhang Xiaoman said: "Sister Tan, is the design drawing yours?" Did you change it? ”

Ling Tanxue chuckled in her heart and said, "I didn't change it. ”

"So what's going on?" Zhang Xiao asked strangely.

She was frightened when she saw the design drawings, thinking that Ling Tanxue thought that her design was not good, so she secretly used her own design drawings to drop her bag, wanting to give her a smooth audition.

But isn't this a form of contempt?

It's just that Zhang Xiaoman knows Ling Tanxue very well, she is not a person who likes to win by means, even if she loses, she will lose openly.

So this matter, she thought it was very strange, but it was down when she called her in the morning.

She was in a hurry.

"I don't know what's going on, didn't you hand in the blueprints yourself? Why did it go wrong? Ling Tanxue asked.

"Yes, and this time I'm going to hand in the picture.,Their pictures are all handed in by me together.,It's all my fault.,If I open the envelope before handing in the picture, I'm not looking at it.,This will go wrong.,I don't know who changed my picture.,Sister Tan.,This picture is yours, right?"