novelraw Chapter 626 - 636: Turmoil (22)
Chapter 626 - 636: Turmoil (22)
As soon as Qiao Mo spoke, Alina was dumbfounded. Although Qiao Mo’s English was quite good, Alina still felt somewhat confused.Yu Qianxun, on the side, was also stunned. It turned out that the inspiration came from Pangu... She really couldn’t think of it despite racking her brains.
A few judges gathered together and whispered for a while. Master Simon nodded and once again asked the same question that the judge had asked Alina before: "Since Pangu is a god, why did you only depict his head and not his entire body?"
Qiao Mo smiled slightly: "Actually, I’ve mentioned before, Pangu is the god who created the world. His body transformed into mountains, his blood into lakes, his organs into deserts, rainforests, basins, cliffs—all turning into every plant and tree in this world. In my composition, his eyes already reflect this landscape. Since the landscape is formed, his body naturally no longer exists."
Master Simon’s eyes flashed an appreciation, and he nodded in satisfaction, casting a look at Alina but remaining silent.
Yu Qianxun’s gaze was also somewhat deep. She had to admit she truly admired Qiao Mo.
Her inspiration and design were truly intriguing, utilizing European fashion and modern elements, yet reflecting the charm of Eastern culture. The mountain and river reflected in the man’s eyes perfectly corresponded with the design of only a remaining head.
Even more brilliant, all the man’s body had transformed, leaving only the sun, moon, and stars.
The stars adequately conveyed the theme of night, and during the transition between day and night, where there’s night, there must be daylight—following the complementary nature of all things in the world, perfectly blending, contrasting black and white, infusing spirituality into the simple theme of ’night,’ creating a cycle in the universe.
As expected, Qiao Mo’s words sparked another round of discussion, with some even starting to search about Pangu, the ancient Chinese god.
"What exactly is going on? Why do I feel that this Qiao Mo is the real designer..."
"Yes, I also think Alina’s explanation is somewhat far-fetched. But why did she submit earlier than Qiao Mo?"
"I think Alina plagiarized Qiao Mo’s design. She can’t possibly know so much about ancient Chinese culture."
"I wonder how the judges will determine this. After all, even if Qiao Mo can speak about her design inspiration, she submitted after Alina. In our field, unless you can prove it, nothing else matters."
"Ah, it’s such a pity... Was Qiao Mo set up by someone?"
Listening to the discussions around her, Qiao Mo lowered her eyes and remained silent.
Alina glared at her fiercely, infuriated, her eyes bloodshot, almost about to shoot fire.
She really hadn’t expected that Qiao Mo’s design actually had a basis. These past few days, she had been racking her brain over the meaning behind that man’s head, but she couldn’t figure it out.
In the end, she was convinced that her explanation of the man was the most accurate one, but it turned out to be completely wrong.
Qiao Mo ignored her. Although she felt a certain satisfaction, her emotions were still a bit complicated.
After all, everyone was correct. She submitted after Alina. Unless she could prove Alina’s plagiarism, no matter how eloquently she spoke, she would still be labeled the plagiarist.