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Chapter 1159

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Di Jingan and Li Jiayin had been paying attention to the LED screen the whole time. When they saw Di Zhengle looking at them, they both knew that something was wrong.

"Oh, you can't justify yourself, so you're starting to look for your mother like a duckling?"

"Pfft, hahahaha."

"Qian, you're as awesome as ever."

"Don't admit it. I still want to see how your face gets slapped! "

"Ahhhhh, please, don't admit it! "

Seeing her father's face as dark as ink, Di Zhengle felt as if her parents had died.

At this point, since there was no way to admit it before, how could she admit it now?

She could only see if Di Jingqian really wanted to slap her face.

But she felt that even if the gowns in the future were still the same, she could still insist that the other party plagiarized and that it was just better than the original.

Even if others didn't believe her and thought that she was treating everyone as fools, at least there was no irrefutable evidence that she was a plagiarist. After all, she had already reported it ten days ago, and Jing Jie … as far as she knew, he hadn't reported it.

Therefore, it wasn't impossible for her to insist that Jing Jie was a high-level plagiarist and that the student had surpassed the master.

"Qianqian, no matter what, we're still a family. Although your bloodline doesn't recognize my grandfather's bloodline, we're still from the same bloodline. Great-grandfather is still alive. Even if our bones are broken, our tendons are still connected. I don't want to say some things that are too unpleasant, but … "Di Zhengle bit her lip." But I already reported it to the committee ten days in advance. Jing Jie, did you report it to the committee? "

"No," Jing Jie answered truthfully.

"Then …" Di Zhengle wanted to say something, but she glanced at Jing Qian and didn't say anything.

Her meaning was already very clear.

Jing Jie completed the design a week in advance, but she had reported it ten days in advance.

"Oh, so you reported it ten days in advance. Then, do you have anything to say about the comparison between your gown and mine? Don't tell me you still mean to say that Jing Jie plagiarized you, just that the plagiarism was better? "

Facing the aggressive Di Jingqian, Di Jingle felt very angry. Every time she competed with Jing Jie, that b * tch Jing Qian always intervened.

Di Jun Le took a deep breath, "Isn't that so? Not only did Jing Jie plagiarize the gown that I painstakingly designed, but he also cleverly upgraded the gown and I became a plagiarist … "

As he spoke, tears flowed out of his eyes.

At this time, many people on the Internet also began to question, feeling that Di Xingle might not be the one who plagiarized. Many people who didn't know Jing Qian felt that she was too domineering. Even Chole's boss couldn't do this. After all, she was also a princess of a country. Wouldn't doing so be disrespecting B Country?

"Looks like you won't give up until all hope is gone. Although the Chole Designer Competition wasn't a great competition, it didn't allow someone as disgusting as you to plagiarize someone else's work. I gave you a chance, but you didn't want it. Then don't blame me. "

After saying that, Jing Qian's aura was fully released, and he ordered, "Turn on the big screen!"

Then, under the dumbfounded eyes of Prince An and his family, the big LED screen obediently turned on.

After it was turned on, there was a picture of a princess. She was wearing the gown that Jing Jie and Di Jingle had designed.

The moment he saw the picture, Di Jingle knew that she was finished, and his face instantly turned pale.

(End of chapter)

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