How My Ex Became My Next

“That’s a good photo.” Jackson looked at the computer screen with tenderness in his eyes.

Gilda recalled, “I remember that this photo was taken on my first day at school. I made a bun casually and was pictured.” Content (C) Nôv/elDra/ma.Org.

As Gilda spoke, she scrolled down the page. The memories of her school days came into view, including each semester’s final design and grades.

Gilda found her collection of designs and clicked on it, but she was stunned. The smile on her face also disappeared little by little.

Jackson noticed her strange look and looked at the computer screen. There were several clothing designs on the desktop, “What’s wrong? Is there a problem?”

Gilda turned her head and said incredulously, “No! All of these are wrong!”

“What’s the matter? What’s wrong?”

Gilda shook her head, “Jackson, they’re not my designs. How did they appear in my

file?”

Hearing this, even Kelly was shocked. She hurriedly explained to Gilda, “The information on the students‘ files in our school is truthfully recorded. The possibility of mistakes is very low. Are you looking for the wrong one?”

Gilda shook her head and insisted, “No, Professor Kelly.”

She pointed to the picture on the screen. “I never use my full name as my signature in collage, but GL instead. Look at these works. Both have my full name…

Jackson stared at the screen and as expected, what was written on it was Gilda’s full name.

He couldn’t help but look at Gilda. He believed that Gilda would not go wrong in this kind of thing

But what was going on now? The design that didn’t belong to her was named after her.

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Gilda kept clicking the right mouse button. After flipping through all the recorded design works, she couldn’t help stepping back and said incredibly, “How is this possible? My graduation projects are all gone! And these are not my designs.”

She thought the system must have made a mistake!

Kelly was also surprised. She also opened the electronic archive of designs, frowned, and browsed carefully.

From the initial suspicion, to the final anger.

“How could your level be so bad?”

She stopped and pointed to one of the design drafts. “This design is wrong in terms of line outlining. If I were to judge it, it wouldn’t get a passing score. It can’t be done by Gilda at all…”

She knew best about Gilda’s strength.

How could this student, whom she used to be the most proud of, draw such an unleveled design?

Gilda looked at her former teacher and said sincerely, “Professor Kelly, thank you for believing me. This

is really not my design.”

Kelly comforted her and said, “Don’t worry. I will ask the teacher in charge of archives to find out what is

wrong.

With that, Kelly took out her phone and went out to make a call.

Jackson’s eyes sank. Obviously, someone had tampered with it…

“Don’t worry. It’s okay.”

Gilda took a deep breath and calmed down.

After a while, she seemed to think of something suddenly. She hurriedly typed “Selene Olson” in the

search bar.