Double King Concerto Op. 192

Zou Huaijin didn't see Yu Zhen's email, so he couldn't rely on the little apprentice's one-sided words to ask another student Xingshi to question him.

——Plagiarism is a big deal, although Zou Huaijin knew that Yu Zhen, a child, would not say such things for no reason, especially when the other party seemed to have played well with the little apprentice before.

So Zou Huaijin replied that there was no email Yu Zhen mentioned in her inbox, and there was no trace of deleting the email in the recycle box. If you want to prove that the selected work was plagiarized by the other party, the child has to take it. produce convincing evidence.

Finally, in order to appease the young apprentice, Mr. Zou said: "Shi Rui is my graduate student, and you are also my student. Don't worry, if he really plagiarized your work for the competition, as your teacher, I won't sit idly by." reason."

Yu Zhen on the other end of the phone said "hmm", then felt that this was not polite, said "Thank you teacher" again, and hung up the phone obediently.

Behaving nicely doesn't mean the anger has gone away.

After a phone call, nothing was resolved. Yu Zhen, who was in a rage, felt that he was going to explode, so he called his father who was in China.

After explaining the general situation of the matter, Yu Zhen once again strongly emphasized his identity as the creator of the work: "Although there are some changes in that picture, most of it is still mine! That is my design!"

Yu Yinglong was actually not very happy in his heart - his son's work was plagiarized and then used to participate in a national competition and was selected. No one would be in a good mood if he left it there, but the voice from the phone was very calm.

"So what do you think, what do you want to do next?"

So little classmate Yu Zhen yelled aggressively to go back to China, but his father suppressed him with one sentence: "There is no evidence, even if you come back, what can you do? Tell those reporters who only know about the private life of gossip prodigy The work was plagiarized?"

Yu Zhen froze for a moment, then automatically silenced his anger, and fell silent.

——Dad is right: the current situation is one wave of ups and downs, and there are unscrupulous reporters in China who gossip about An Tingyun’s private life but innocently hurt him. The collection of evidence will not be of any substantive help, and it is very likely that it will cause some bad effects in the siege and interception of the media - when the time comes, you can sit down and calm down and turn major issues into small ones.

Seeing his son no longer arguing impatiently, Yu Yinglong also breathed a sigh of relief: after all, his son is still the smart kid who can take care of the overall situation, and there is room for change if he is not overwhelmed by anger.

So it was time for Yu Yinglong's family education.

——This kind of communication between father and son has not been carried out for a long time.Ever since Yu Zhen skipped grades and finished junior high school, the child has almost evolved into a human being. Yan Zhen sometimes conducts educational exchanges with his son on music theory knowledge, but Yu Yinglong, who is mainly responsible for personality quality training and mental health education, has lost I had the opportunity to have such a long talk with my son.

At the end of the conversation, Yu Yinglong said: "Your dad and I will believe what you say unconditionally, because we are your father and your family; Qiu Weiran may also believe what you say, because he is your best friend and your brother." But what about other people? Even if your classmates and teachers believe that you are on your side, what about the school? What about the competition organizing committee? What about people in the industry? You are still in the exciting stage, so you can think about what to do when you calm down."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Yu Chun, who was holding up the phone, had tears in his eyes, feeling particularly wronged: I am now N times away from the school, and Monkey King has to do several somersaults to get back, talking about looking for evidence. It's simple, but it's not easy to find it.

So the truth will be buried there?

The truth showed a meaningful smile: Don't make trouble.

If there is no evidence, you have to find evidence.

Yu Chun can't find it in person, but his friends in China can.

Since this matter was related to the honor and reputation of University A, Yu Zhen didn't let too many people know about it.

Except for Mr. Zou who called in a moment of brain fever and Moss who saw the clue, Yu Zhen only told Qiu Weiran.

Qiu Weiran is very disdainful of plagiarism, which is a complete plagiarism of other people's intellectual achievements.After listening to Fa Xiaoer's general description, Xiao Qiuzi gritted his teeth and said angrily: "Damn! It's the graduate student who often takes the initiative to take you to do projects? Rabbits don't eat grass by the side of their nests, so he directly took your drawings to the contestants to do work." ?!"

"I don't know him very well, I only know you well." Young Master Yu looked sick, his usual energy was gone, and he was trying to pull himself together pretending to be relaxed. Others worried, "Furthermore, there is no such handsome grass as me. Even if it is grass, it won't let a rabbit like him eat it."

Qiu Weiran: "..." I've been with the bear child for a long time, and suddenly I'm tired of talking with the child prodigy.

As a child who has played together for more than ten years, Qiu Weiran knows that there are some things that Yu Zhen doesn't want to do.

Yu Zhen, Virgin Mary Yu, Jack Yu Su, even though he knows that some parts of the outside world are stained with dirty mud, he wants his own pure land to be bright and upright.The life credo he insists on is: I can't control everything else, but at least I can control myself.

——With the purity and stubbornness of a child.

Therefore, even if others have invaded his territory, he will choose to take up weapons that meet his creed requirements and psychological aesthetics to defend himself, be open and aboveboard, and upright.

Just like on some issues, most people may choose to beat around the bush to save the country, but Yu Zhen will go straight and straight.

Sometimes it's crisp and sometimes it's silly.

The child is actually a bit stupid, even an IQ of 192 can't cover up his stupidity, but he is so upright, clean and innocent, so stupid that people admire and feel distressed at the same time.

So Qiu Weiran knew that Yu Zhen would not go to An Tingyun.

Even if he had to suffer from this kind of dumbness, he would not let An Tingyun look for evidence, for fear that she would expose her identity as a hacker, and he did not want to use this method that did not conform to his psychological aesthetics to get justice for himself.

So Qiu Weiran contacted An Tingyun without telling Yu Zhen.

——If he wants to watch the child sink down like this without making any effort, as an elder brother, as a friend, or even just as a bystander, he can't do it.

It's just that people didn't expect that An Tingyun reacted strangely after receiving the call, as if he knew his purpose a long time ago. After listening to his brief introduction, he didn't even ask her what to do with her. Say "give me a moment to think about it" and end the call unilaterally.

It was only later that Qiu Weiran found out that An Tingyun was having an interview with Moss in a water bar in the university city when he called.

After hanging up the phone, An Tingyun looked at the tall and handsome alumni of the same level in front of him, not losing the battle at all.

"Yu Zhen didn't ask you to come." A declarative sentence rather than a questioning tone.

Moss's voice was calm, but his iceberg face remained the same: "It's dangerous to hack into the server to search for records, and he doesn't want his friends to be put in danger."

"But he will know sooner or later, when will it be?" An Tingyun took a sip of the grapefruit tea, feeling that the taste was sour, so he threw in another cube of sugar. "And what makes you think I'm going to help? Just because he saved my life last year?"

"No." He shook his head lightly, tapped his fingers on the marble table twice, and said slowly, "I saved the two of you."

An Tingyun's pupils suddenly dilated, and the movement of stirring in the glass with a straw in his hand also stopped immediately.

"Appreciate further details."

"I called the school swimming team, I called the school doctor, and I called the ambulance. After the swimming team came, I followed along to help on the shore," Moss said. Lifting his chin, his tone remained unchanged, "You kept holding on to his arm even after you landed. I was the one who separated you and gave him CPR."

An Tingyun's hands began to tremble slightly, but he still tried his best to maintain a calm face.

Moss knocked on the table twice more, and continued to throw chips out without waiting for the girl opposite to respond.

"So, you really have to thank Yu Chun for your survival, but in the end you were able to live and see the living Yu Chun," Moss said without changing his face and heartbeat, as if he was evaluating the weather, "I thought, I Take credit for it."

"Why should I trust you?" An Tingyun raised his eyebrows.

"It's of no value to me to lie to you." The tone was disapproving, even with a hint of indifference, "And you have your skills and methods, so you can investigate on your own."

An Tingyun wanted to read something from Moss's face, but even though he was a child prodigy in the junior class, he still couldn't beat the iceberg face in front of him - the other side had a calm expression, firm eyes, and a natural expression - nothing No flaws.

"Yu Chun never told me this. If it is the truth, as the person involved, I think I have the right to know."

"He doesn't know this himself, so how could he tell you about it." Referring to a certain teenager, even Bingshan's face softened a little, and he looked less serious.

"So you will ask him to return the same way you did to me in the future like today?" Frowning, slightly annoyed, sarcastically, "It was well hidden, everyone trained together for so long at the sports meeting, I didn't even Didn't see it."

An Tingyun knew that in the hearts of his acquaintances, he was regarded as a black-bellied woman, but the person sitting opposite him at the moment was truly terrifying.

——For a person who is scary to himself, how could a clean kid like Yu Chun be his opponent?

But that scary person gave an unexpected reaction.

Moss shook his head lightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched, and the whole Bingshan face was instantly stained with a smile: "No, he is mine."

——The voice is low, the tone is firm, and there is no room for comment.

he's mine.

— so I don't need his return.

he's mine.

——So I will protect his world as much as possible.

he's mine.

- So, you can't touch it.

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#Moss has never been a pure and harmless good stubble.At present, he is still a student, so there are some things he can't do anything about, but how can he make himself or the people he cares about wronged by things within his ability.Black belly is a beautiful quality that all Xiao Gong should have. #

#Actually, Yu Xiaozhen has long known the characteristics of Work Eighteen. When he was caught in the teaching building and the other party said he was going to send him to Wen Lulu, the child’s mental activity gave Moss a "Work Eighteen" Terrible" red badge, friends who have no impression can go back and have a look. #

#Of course, later the children discovered that Work Eighteen actually has a gentle side, and people are kind, so they gradually became less afraid. #

#Well, Yu Xiaozhu will not admit that the food made by Work Eighteen is the panacea for completely eliminating all psychological barriers. #