Reborn in 1974, crying with red eyes while hugging her rough husband

As a designer, Zhou Fangyun always carries several notebooks and pens in her backpack, which just happen to come in handy in this situation.

Shen Zhizhu took the pen handed to him by Teacher Zhou and hesitated.

"Teacher, this is the notebook where you usually record your inspirations. How can the student's design drawings be placed in the teacher's notebook? Why don't I get my own notebook? I also have these in my backpack."

Zhou Fangyun smiled and held Shen Zhizhu's hand as he wanted to leave, and gently comforted him.

"It's okay. Both of these works are great. It's just a book. There's no such thing as high or low. It's a blessing for the book to be able to record these beautiful things. Besides, these two works are worth it."

Help! Teacher Zhou is so gentle. Her gentleness is different from Aunt Li's. She has a motherly warmth. When Shen Zhizhu heard the word "worth it", he burst into tears instantly.

In her previous life, she had been busy for most of her life, but there was no one who could be considered her master, and no senior who told her so gently that the clothes she designed were worth it.

It's as if I am just an ordinary person, and the encouragement given by my mother is the same.

"Yes, the students will definitely draw it in detail."

Shen Zhizhu took a pen and paper, went to an open space nearby, and sat cross-legged in a very down-to-earth manner. In front of her were the drawings designed and recorded by Teacher Zhou. She didn't want to interrupt him, so she turned directly to the last page.

He picked up the pen and started painting.

On the other hand, Yu Yaner reluctantly took the clean notebook and pen that Teacher Zhou handed over, which had no signs of use.

"Teacher...can I not draw it? I really designed that dress by myself, without any help from anyone, really."

"No, you can't do that. Look, Shen Zhizhu is sitting over there and has started drawing. This concerns your reputation. The reputation of a plagiarist is really bad. It will also affect your future path. The teacher advises that if you encounter such a thing, don't be afraid and fight to the end."

Teacher Zhou's tone was gentle, but it carried a hint of firmness that did not brook rejection. Yu Yan'er was still a little intimidated by the teacher.

And her father once said, don't offend Zhou Fangyun at school.

She took the notebook and pen, looked at the blank space, a struggle flashed in her eyes, and she tried hard to recall everything on the design draft.

"But the ground is so dirty, and I don't want to sit on the ground and draw like that village girl. How about I ask someone to bring my design to you later?"

Yu Yan'er still didn't give up and wanted to fight for it again.

"If Yu Yan'er doesn't want to sit, she can finish it standing. The teacher will wait no matter how long it takes."

In fact, even the people around them could tell who was lying between the two of them, not to mention Zhou Fangyun who has been in the fashion industry for many years.

After seeing the design draft submitted by Shen Zhizhu, she understood. At the moment, she just wanted to give Shen Zhizhu a chance to prove himself and Yu Yaner a chance to admit her mistakes and correct them.

If this matter was left alone, everyone might still stand on Shen Zhizhu's side at the beginning, knowing that the skirt was designed by Shen Zhizhu.

But after a long time, who would remember? If someone took the opportunity to promote it, Shen Zhizhu, who wanted to stand out and get in the limelight, colluded with the people around Yu Yaner and looked at the other party's design draft.

If it is passed around, there will be people who will believe it even if it is fake.

"Why does Yu Yan'er have so many excuses? If Shen Zhizhu is really the victim, she wouldn't mind drawing another line. Why is she being so shy?"

"Is it possible that I can't draw anymore?"

Someone guessed the truth.

At that time, Yu Yaner just started sewing according to the design. She didn't know how to draw at all, so how could she draw?

She gritted her teeth and tried to restore everything on the design draft with her remaining memory.

"Look at Yu Yan'er's embarrassment. She won't copy other people's drawings and won't be able to remember them in the end. I'm really going to laugh at her."

"Back then, there was a guy sitting in front of me who read my composition. He only read it once, but he remembered most of it. After all, I'm making clothes. I read it over and over again. It's impossible for me to forget it, right?"

Compared with Shen Zhizhu's divinely inspired look when he wrote, Yu Yan'er's look was as difficult as it could be.

After a while, Shen Zhizhu finished. He had drawn the picture once and carefully considered it so many times. He didn't need to put in 100% concentration and could draw it in just a few strokes.

Not only that, after the clothes are made, some things learned from practice are injected and some places on the drawings need to be changed.

Shen Zhizhu made changes directly on this version of the design drawing and marked the problems. Since it was a design draft and she was not participating in the competition, she drew a different version.

The color splicing adds a different flavor to the skirt.

When she came to her senses, she found that Yu Yan'er was still looking sad.

It’s just a skirt, and the finished product is right in front of her. How can she not do this?

Then why was she shouting so loudly at that time? Was she trying to be funny?

Or, did you plan to ask your family to help you draw the design from the beginning? Why did you change your mind and copy your own design draft?

"Teacher, I have finished my painting. I have added some things to the original one. Can you take a look and give me some advice? I always feel like something is missing."

Zhou Fangyun smiled and stretched out her hand.

"Sign your name here, otherwise, you will think it was drawn by the teacher later. When you are finished, come to my office and I will explain it to you."

Shen Zhizhu nodded, and the two of them waited together for Yu Yaner to finish.

"Look, Shen Zhizhu not only restored the design quickly, but also added some things in such a short time. This is talent."

"Even if we don't have talent, we should be able to restore the design after taking a look at the design draft and the clothes made in a few days. But the young lady is so slow that it's still not finished."

"Don't you think she can just ask her 'father' for help? Why is she doing this? She's just shooting herself in the foot."

"How would I know? I am an ordinary person with normal IQ and EQ, but I can't understand her train of thought."

Yu Yaner finally felt a little embarrassed. She slammed the notebook shut and acted like a rogue.

"I just can't remember. I made that skirt independently. Did any of you see me plagiarizing? If you didn't, don't talk nonsense. I am innocent. Why should I prove it? Anyway, Shen Zhizhu won the game. Who cares about the position of class monitor? Whoever wants to be the class monitor can be the class monitor. I don't care!"

After Yu Yaner stuffed the notebook into Zhou Fangyun's arms, she ran away.

She refused to admit it, but everyone present saw it clearly and understood that it was Yu Yan'er who plagiarized Shen Zhizhu's work, but she refused to admit it.

Zhou Fangyun first announced the competition, and Shen Zhizhu won. As for the design concept of the other set of clothes and the problems that existed between the two sets of clothes, they discussed them privately.