After rebirth, it's a little sweet

This was Ming Ge picking up her automatic lead again, and blowing the pencil shavings that fell on the white paper. While blowing, she did not forget to brush the remaining lead shavings that had not been blown away.

etc!What if those pencil shavings were added to this dress?

Add some white dots to the hem of the ombré black dress!

Thinking of this, Ming Ge couldn't help but stop blowing. When the inspiration is the most overwhelming, it is the time to design, so she doesn't care about the image of a lady.

He patted and pushed the remaining lead shavings away from the white paper.

What if it was a shorter dress with a suspenders?

Bright lights flickered one after another in Ming Ge's mind. While chasing those bright lights, she excluded things that shouldn't appear.

Her inspiration has reappeared countless times...

She flicked her wrist lightly, trying to use automatic lead to draw the shape of the long skirt in her mind.

But I don't know if it's because I haven't entered the state or something else.

The movements of her hands are indeed not familiar, the crooked lines are full of clumsiness without professional training.

However, it could be vaguely seen that her idea was a very original everyday dress that resembled an evening dress.

What if you add a little veil to the skirt?

How about adding a black fluffy detachable bow at the back of the waist?

What if the fabric at the back of the dress was slightly longer?

Will it give people the look of an evening dress?

Here, you should not use all monotonous white, you can mix a little light blue and the like in it.

It is best that this mixed color gives people a comfortable feeling.

How about changing this skirt into navy blue?
Does the overall tone need to change like that?

Shouldn't the upper body look like this?

What kind of feeling do you want to give people in general with this skirt?
dream?

comfortable?

Or is it the beauty that is indistinct but inaccessible?
Such and such thoughts flashed through Ming Ge's mind, and the movements of his subordinates gradually became familiar.

The skirt in my mind and dream gradually took shape.

It can be seen that this skirt can perfectly bring out the beauty of women's curves, and the sleeveless V-neck can show women's body lines.

The whole body looks like it is just sticking on the outside.

But there is enough room for movement.

But the lower body can attract others' attention with dots of white.

The slightly fluffy gauze and the mixed navy blue make the skirt look younger but not childish.

Ming Ge stared at the skirt she designed for a long time. She really wanted to make a slit on the left half of the skirt at the base of her thigh.

But because of the V-neck at the neckline, this idea was also dispelled by myself.

After all, there's no good in a dress that's too sexy.

Ming Ge gently imported the design of this skirt into the phone, and then gently slid with her finger to paint the color.

The final draft layer?anything else?

delete it.

Ming Ge thought for a while, pressed the delete button, and stuffed the manuscript into the desk.

Opened his own Weibo, and swayed his fingers lightly on the screen, importing and posting the dress he had just drawn.

He put down his phone and went to the playground.

And all of this, the person who left the playground and hid in an unknown corner - Lin Xiaoli.

She saw everything in her eyes, and she saw the whole process of Ming Ge's production draft, publication, and so on.

Suddenly, Lin Xiaoli had a flash of inspiration, and then she had a plan.

If you don't have a draft, see what you can do.

She quietly entered the classroom, looking around to see if there was anyone around her.

Good, no.

She first pretended that nothing happened, first pretended to be inadvertently returned to her seat, turned on the phone openly, and saw that Ming Ge's Weibo had been updated.

The big black characters above read: Newly designed clothes.The name is Nirvana.A picture attached later is just the front and back of the dress.There is no draft.

Seeing this, Lin Xiaoli turned her mouth mockingly, and said with a sneer, "Ah, ah. It seems, hehe."

Lin Xiaoli swiped the screen again, and within a few minutes, the number of hits, likes, comments, and retweets below has been increasing!
"Ming Ge! You..." Lin Xiaoli bit her lips tightly, her eyes gradually widened, and she held the phone tightly with her hand.

The hand that wasn't holding the object clenched a fist, and knocked one heavy punch after another on the other person's table, each punch expressing Lin Xiaoli's anger.

But anger is useless after all...

Wouldn't it be good to "borrow" her manuscript and learn from it a little?

Besides, the person who has the draft is me!
There is nothing she can do!
These thoughts lingered in her mind one after another, and she didn't want to calm down.

Then she walked slowly to Ming Ge's desk, pretended to knock Ming Ge's schoolbag away, and squatted down at random, pretending to help Ming Ge pick up the schoolbag and put it away, but in fact, her eyes kept scanning the books on the desk .

Language...Politics...

Blank paper!
found it!
She gently picked up the white paper, it was right!

Here it is!
Thinking of this, Lin Xiaoli walked out of the classroom quickly, holding the manuscript in her arms...

Lin Xiaoli immediately opened her schoolbag when she got home, and took out the "borrowed" manuscript from the bottom.

It's a little wrinkled, but still a good draft.

Now I can't help myself to change too much.Because what she pursues is to make those unaware audiences mistakenly think that Ming Ge is plagiarizing herself.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help laughing out loud.

Hastily imported the draft, ticked the line randomly, color?
Who would think so much.

Since Ming Ge's background color is black, then his own draft is navy blue.

Those dots are also white.

chiffon?

Wouldn't it be enough to just reverse Mingge's base color and tulle color?
In a short while, a replica evening dress with the same design as Ming Ge's, but with a different color, was born out of nowhere.

When Lin Xiaoli published it, Ming Ge's clicks, likes, comments, and retweets were still rising.

Lin Xiaoli looked at the rising Ming Ge, took a picture of the draft and the skirt she "designed", and poked the word "published" fiercely with her fingers.

And what about Ming Ge on the other side?
In fact, she had already figured it out when she saw that her Weibo was constantly being searched.

Of course, when she returned to the classroom and found that her manuscript was missing, she did know it.