After entering the book, he stole the heroine's charming attributes

If Qiao Hou stole the manuscript, it would definitely be destroyed. Is there really nothing that can be done?

Shen Li was thinking non-stop in her mind. At this time, Guan Wenyi beside her looked at her and knocked on the table to remind her: "I found that Jiang Fengtian has a habit of marking the date no matter what he writes."

Shen Li was awakened by the sound of knocking on the table. When he heard the news, he was happy at first, thinking that this was a good habit, but then he realized that it seemed useless.

The manuscripts of the poems were destroyed and the dates cannot be seen. Otherwise, there would definitely be a date on the manuscripts, which would prove that Jiang Toyota conceived the poem on a certain day, which would be more convincing than empty words.

There is no other way now. How about going to Jiang Toyota’s residence to look for him? In case there are any missing poems and he himself doesn’t know about it, we should try our best.

"Brother, let's go to Jiang Toyota's residence and take a look."

"You want to find some poems?"

Shen Li nodded.

"But didn't he say they were all lost?"

"There's nothing we can do now, so let's go and have a look, maybe we can find something useful."

At this time, the dean and the other two seemed to have agreed: "There is no evidence now, so both of you are suspected. You should not attend this poetry gathering."

Qiao Hou was not happy with this: "Dean, I wrote such a good poem, how can it be disregarded just because it is not clear? This is unfair to me."

He originally plagiarized because he liked poetry and thought that he could become famous through poetry competitions, but now it doesn't count anymore. Isn't it all in vain?

Jiang Fengtian disagreed: "Dean, everyone thinks I plagiarized. If it's so unclear, then let it go. Wouldn't the student be branded as a plagiarist for the rest of his life?"

The dean also knew that there should be a result, but there was really no other way. Just when he was in trouble, Shen Han stood up again.

"Dean, there's nothing we can do right now. Why don't we go to their residence and take a look? Maybe we can find something useful."

The dean actually knew that they might not find anything useful. Since ancient times, plagiarism has been difficult to explain. But he still let them struggle and let them give up. "Then you take a few people with you. Report back if you find anything."

"Students know."

Shen Li, Shen Xing, Guan Wenyi, Wei Jing, Jiang Toyota and Qiao Hou were definitely going to go. Some students who loved fun also followed. However, the students' families did not follow.

The group went to Jiang Toyota's residence in a mighty manner. He shared a room with Wei Jing. The two of them opened the door. Shen Li looked inside. The layout of the house was the same as Shen Han's. It was not as tidy, but it was not dirty either.

Jiang Fengtian introduced: "This is my wardrobe, and there is a bookshelf, and this is my desk."

Shen Li followed his line of sight and looked at everything. Of course, she couldn't see anything by looking at it this way. She saw a thick stack of papers on the table, so she flipped it open and took a look.

They are all essays, manuscripts, or ideas, but almost every page has a date. Some pages even have the date written on them several times. The handwriting is sloppy, as if written absentmindedly.

"Brother Jiang, why do you write the date on this paper?"

"Once you get used to it, you will know what I am learning and thinking at that time."

"Then why is it written several times on one piece of paper?"

"I'm ashamed. I wrote this unconsciously while I was thinking."

Shen Li nodded. In this case, if they could find his manuscript, even just one copy, it would prove that the poem was written by him.

But as expected, nothing happened.

Everyone went to Qiao Hou's residence again. He lived with a man named Bao Ming, and the two of them entered the house first.

This time, few people entered the room, only Shen Li, Jiang Toyota and Shen Han. Everyone stood outside the door watching, seemingly having no hope and just waiting for an expected result.

Shen Li looked at Qiao Hou, but he still had no expression, which meant that he couldn't find anything either.

Qiao Hou also glanced at her and felt a little angry.

It seemed that Shen Han was helping the two of them to argue, but in fact he was helping Jiang Toyota. If he hadn't been nosy, everyone might have believed what he said, and the dean would have believed him and even announced the result.

But now, even if most people believe that he is not a plagiarist, the plagiarized poems are useless. They cannot make him famous, but instead he will be suspected of plagiarism and get himself into trouble.

Don't think he didn't hear it. It was Shen Li who gave Shen Han the idea.

In fact, in his plan, he had high hopes for Shen Han. He went to ask him for advice and wanted to see the poems he wrote, but he said that he couldn't show them to him and that they had to be left for his sister to see first. He agreed to that.

Shen Han's poems are definitely better than Jiang Toyota's, but unfortunately he can only settle for second best.

What friends? They are all hypocritical. They obviously look down on him, but they pretend to have a deep friendship with him. His background is the same as his, so how is he noble?

Thinking of this, Qiao Hou's mouth curled up unconsciously, revealing a hint of disdain.

Shen Li happened to notice this hint of disdain. This was the first time he saw Qiao Hou with an unnecessary expression.

Although she felt a little angry and uncomfortable, now was not the time to lose her temper. She looked at the furnishings in the house. This house was quite unique.

One side was tidy and clean, while the other side was a garbage dump. The quilt was not made, and the bed was covered with papers, some used and some blank. The table was full of books, some unfinished cakes, and some melon seed shells and peanut shells.

There were some shoes and clothes piled under the bed, and it was obvious that they were not washed.

She guessed that Qiao Hou must live on the clean side. In fact, there was no need to guess, because he was just standing over there, seemingly trying his best to avoid this side.

Shen Li took a rough look and found everything neatly arranged. It was clear at a glance that there was nothing useful and he would not be able to find the stolen poems.

At this moment, Bao Ming seemed to realize that the place where he lived was too messy and could not be seen by others, especially with a woman like Shen Li around.

He hurriedly kicked his clothes, socks and shoes under the bed, then pulled the sheets down to cover the bottom of the bed.

He looked at the table again and hurried over to tidy up the pile of messy books. He then wrapped the melon seed shells and peanut shells on the table with the paper underneath and packed them up.

Then he started looking around, trying to find a place to throw it.

Shen Li looked at his funny appearance and couldn't help laughing. Then he looked at the bag of garbage in his hand. The side with words on it was facing outwards, and the words on the paper seemed...

"Wait, don't move."

Bao Ming was startled and froze there for a moment.

Shen Li walked over, took the bag of garbage from his hand, then poured the peanut shells and other things inside onto the table, shook the wrinkled paper, and began to read.

In spring? Seeking beauty means going outing.

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