Rewriting My Heart's Fate

"Especially what?" Kevin and I asked in unison.

"Especially you, Evelyn." Lianne looked at me and smiled cryptically.

"Me?" I pointed at myself. I was utterly bewildered.

"Exactly. The professor was deeply impressed by the unique design concepts and aesthetic vision in your portfolio," Lianne continued.

My eyes widened as a wave of indescribable excitement surged within me. To be recognized by such a renowned industry figure was an incredible honor. "Wow." I clenched my fists in exhilaration.

"It's absolutely true," Lianne said, grinning. "But it seems like the professor's compliment has rubbed someone the wrong way."

"Who?" I asked, puzzled.

Lianne sighed. "Who else? Carlos."

Of course. Carlos Miles, another top student in our department, was also my rival.

He had always been critical of my design philosophy. He accused me of being overly unconventional and straying too far from mainstream aesthetics. "He just can't stand seeing someone else succeed," Kevin muttered.

heard he's not easy to deal with. What if he causes trouble for

replied. "Let's focus on doing

lunch, we returned to the classroom to get ready for

we settled in when a group of people suddenly appeared at the door. Leading

gaze landed on me. His

it up overseas and even caught the eye of the new visiting

"What's that got to

aren't

you not to get too full of yourself just because the professor likes you. Design isn't as simple as you think." "Thanks for the advice,

seemed incensed by my demeanor. He stepped

think you're something special? You're just a hack who cobbles together ideas to impress the professor. Your designs are nothing more than

a deep breath, trying

absolute standard in design. You're not the authority to judge it. My concepts may not conform to mainstream standards, but that doesn't make them any less

of picking a fight here, why not let our work do the talking?

see what you've got. I'll show you what real design is in the

turned on his heel and marched out, leaving