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Tian Mi put his finger on the edge of the table, his eyes widened, he glared at Le Ran angrily, and shouted with all his strength: "He started copying me five years ago!"

Le Ran was not affected by his emotions, looked straight into his eyes and said, "Speak slowly."

"He's my junior in high school." Tian Mi leaned back, the light in his triangular eyes was dim and cold, "When I was in the third year of high school, he just entered the first year of high school. We are both members of the school's art team, and we will draw together on weekends At that time, I was already preparing for the examination of art colleges, and my level was much higher than his. I went to Beijing in the first half of the third year of high school, and applied to the Central Academy of Fine Arts and Tsinghua Academy of Fine Arts. I passed both. no problem."

"I have a good cultural record, not to mention a first line, and it is not a problem to take the 211 and 985 college entrance examinations. I chose the Academy of Fine Arts because I have a strong interest in painting. After returning from Beijing, I no longer have to go to school. Every day They all go to the art group and help the teacher lead a group of students."

Tian Misaki laughed twice, with his face slightly turned upwards, and he didn't know where he was looking, "Lv Han saw that I passed the professional examination of the Academy of Fine Arts with high scores, so he followed me all day long and begged me to teach him how to draw."

"Have you taught?" Le Ran asked.

"Of course!" Tian Misaki was in high spirits—probably this is how losers look back when they reminisce about the glory days of the past.

Le Ran gave a "hmm" and said, "Continue."

"He can only draw cartoon villains, and his sense of proportion and color is very bad. I trained him several times and taught him hand in hand. He only made little progress when I took the college entrance examination."

"Wait, let me interrupt." Le Ran raised his hand, "What does it mean to teach by hand? Are you holding his hand to draw?"

Tian Miscar was taken aback, the corner of his mouth twitched in embarrassment, his eyes rolled down, and he said impatiently: "That's a metaphor."

"Oh." Le Ran nodded, "I see."

Shen Xun had been sitting on the side watching quietly, then suddenly smiled coldly.

But Tian Mi was immersed in his own memories and didn't notice it at all. Then he said: "That autumn, when I went to study in the north, Lu Han told me that he was going to take the exam in Beijing. One of his picture albums sold very expensive at the time."

Le Ran flipped through the information, "Two years later, Lu Han did not get admitted to Beijing, and he even... didn't go to university at all."

"Because he couldn't pass the exam!" Tian Mi said and slapped the table, "With his level, can he be admitted to the Central Academy of Fine Arts like me?"

Le Ran showed a puzzled expression, "He doesn't seem to have applied for any art academy at all. His academic records show that he dropped out of school after the end of the second semester of high school."

Tian Misaki's face darkened, and he said after a while, "Oh yes, he was expelled from school because of fighting."

Le Ran was noncommittal, and pushed the topic to the next stage, "You graduated from a famous academy of fine arts, but he didn't even finish high school. Have you been in touch all the time, or did you get in touch again later?"

This time, Tian Misaki thought about it for about 5 minutes, with a serious expression on his face, "I did not stay in Beijing after graduation, but traveled around to find inspiration for creation. I came here 9 years ago, signed a design company, and planned to settle down. I didn't expect Lu Han to be here too."

"Where did you see him? On the street?"

"No..." Tian Miscar rolled his eyes left and right, "I, our company has an outsourcing project, which is to outsource unimportant manuscripts to a personal artist. When he came to deliver manuscripts, I happened to go to the tea room, just, just We met."

"How is his work?"

"Very average." Tian Mi showed a smug expression again, "After all, I didn't go to college, and I didn't have professional training, so it's just like that. A picture costs 300 yuan."

"how about you?"

"I?"

"What about your income at that time?"

Tian Mi grinned, showing a mouthful of yellowed teeth, "The monthly guarantee is more than 2 yuan. The more you work, the more you get. It's not difficult to get 7 to 8 yuan."

Shen Xun propped his chin, and covered the corners of his lips with his fingers in a mocking smile.

Le Ran took note of the time, and asked again: "At this time, Lu Han hasn't started plagiarizing, right?"

"No." Tian Mi rubbed his face and said contemptuously, "Because he hadn't gained my trust at that time."

"You got very close afterwards?"

"Yes. His income is too low, he rents a cheap house in Jindao District, and eats steamed buns and instant noodles every day. After all, we are from the same town, and we graduated from the same middle school. I'm rich, so I can't justify not helping him, right?"

"Yes." Le Ran said without hesitation.

Confirmed, Tian Mi snorted softly, "I will give him money, try to get as much resources as possible for him, let him move to my studio, and take him out for dental festivals when he is free... Most importantly, I will I impart all my professional knowledge. But unfortunately, he is too innately talented, he can’t learn anything from teaching, and he is a poor man.”

"How long have you helped him?"

"3 years!"

"3 years?" Le Ran frowned puzzled, "But you only worked in that design company for 1 year, and you haven't had a regular job since then. How did you support him for the remaining 2 years?"

Tian Misaki's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he stared at Le Ran fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow him alive.

Le Ran, however, sat firmly on the mountain, "Did you misremember the time, or did you continue to take orders and earn a lot of money?"

Tian Mi finally calmed down, and said without thinking: "Of course I can continue to take orders! I'm just not affiliated with the previous company, I'm already well-known, I can still paint, and I can still make money!"

"Understood." Le Ran said while memorizing, "You said he started copying you 5 years ago, so tell me more about it."

This question seemed to suit Tian Misaki's appetite. He immediately leaned on the edge of the table and said emotionally: "At that time, he was already very depressed. Although I introduced him to many jobs, his basic level was too poor. There are problems with structure, perspective, and color. Over time, Party A is unwilling to ask him to work again. He can’t afford to rent a house or eat without money. I kindly let him live in my house, but he stole from me The original manuscript, said to be his work!"

"Original manuscript?" Le Ran turned the pen, "It's a little unclear."

"Yeah!" Tian Misaki's front teeth protruded a little, and when he got excited, the saliva flowed out uncontrollably. It happened that there was a bright lamp hanging above the table, which illuminated the saliva falling on the table. Disgusting outside.

"If he was just drawing, I still have evidence, but he stole my original manuscript! It was a standing drawing I drew for a game, and he stole it directly, attached his own information and sent it to the organizing committee. I I was kept in the dark until the organizing committee announced the award-winning works and the list, and I didn't know I was fooled by him!"

Le Ran stood up, said "wait a minute" and walked out the door, and came back 2 minutes later with an iPad, pointing to the vertical picture on the screen, "you mean this picture?"

Tian Misaki's eyes lit up, and his lips trembled, "This is the one! I drew it!"

Le Ran flicked his finger on the iPad, and read according to the information: "This is Lu Han's famous work. Five years ago, he participated in the character drawing design of Long Yu's phenomenal online game "Flying Knife" and won the gold award. Popular... you said that this painting is actually your work?"

"That was drawn by me!" Tian Misaki pounded his fists on the table, "He stole my original manuscript!"

Le Ran swiped on the iPad several times, "But there doesn't seem to be any criticism on the Internet about this painting. Didn't you report it to the organizing committee after you found it?"

"Reporting, it's useless!" Tian Misaki was furious, and the red blood on the whites of his eyes seemed to have increased, "And because I submitted the manuscript later than Lu Han, they judged me as plagiarism!"

"Oh?" Le Ran sighed, "That's a pity. Then, what happened between you?"

"I have approached him many times, but he avoided seeing him. After the design competition, he quickly became popular, opened Weibo, and often posted cosplay photos of anime characters. He drew whatever became popular, and his popularity soared. He has only been a fan for half a year. It broke through 50!"

"Haven't you considered posting your experience online? In recent years, the Internet has done a good job of anti-plagiarism."

"I posted it!" Tian Mi's voice became hoarse, "But what's the use? He doesn't need to show up at all, his fans can drown me with a mouthful of phlegm!"

"So you're a victim of cyberbullying, right?"

"That's right!"

Le Ran paused for a moment, looked back at Shen Xun, but saw that Shen Xun had already closed his eyes and regained his composure, so he raised his eyebrows and continued: "Isn't this incident a big influence on you? When I went to your house just now, , I noticed that you... your life seems to be unsatisfactory."

Tian Mi seems to have found a point to talk about again, "Do you know how important inspiration and dignity are to an artist? Lu Han, who betrayed his promise, retaliated for his kindness, stole my work, and also stole my dignity and inspiration! After that, I can no longer draw satisfactory works!"

"And after Lu Han got your inspiration, he made rapid progress, and his paintings made a qualitative leap. He was favored by thousands of parties and fans, and the problems of perspective, proportion, and color were perfectly solved." Le Ran actually hooked the corner of his mouth, "Can I understand that?"

Tian Misaki was stunned for a full 3 seconds, first nodded, then shook his head violently as if realizing something was wrong, and deliberately said calmly: "No, that's not the case."

"That is?"

"Didn't I say that? He is used to stealing and drawing pictures." Tian Mi lowered his head, looked at his hands, his eyes kept turning left and right, "After he became famous, more and more people asked him to draw. He couldn’t come up with a good work, so he drew other people’s pictures, picked out unknown people, and gagged them with money after he was found out. He...he even drew pictures of fans!”

"According to what you say, he is a man of many acts of injustice. Didn't those painters who were painted by him come forward and report him? I just searched Weibo, and I didn't see too many people who said he plagiarized. On the contrary, many fans stood up to refute the remarks accusing him of plagiarism."

"Hehe, this is his brilliance!" Tian Mi said, "He never dared to face doubts directly, and always let fans come out to fight. I despise people like him the most!"

Le Ran nodded again, and put the iPad aside, "Okay, I almost understand. What else do you want to say?"

"Will I be sentenced to death?"

"I do not know."

Tian Mi smiled presumptuously, waved his hands and said: "If you die, you can die. I am doing justice for the heavens. So many people who have been painted by him dare not speak out. Only me, only I dare to stand up and let him stand trial! "

Le Ran moved her lips, swallowed the words, turned to Shen Xun and said, "Captain Shen, do you have any questions?"

Shen Xun looked at him and shook his head, his eyes were gentle with affirmation, for some reason, his heart beat faster as if it had been electrocuted.

Before the two went out, Tian Mi suddenly shouted: "Wait a minute!"

Le Ran turned around, "What else?"

"Are you going to post what I just said online?"

Shen Xun said: "If not, what action will you take?"

Tian Misaki's triangular eyes drooped even more, and the loose skin on his face twitched briefly.

A few seconds later, he smiled miserably, "I knew that you would never make Lu Han's bad deeds public! So I have already sorted out the 'good things' he did! Hehehe, now... now that article The long Weibo should have been posted regularly!"