When Aquaman crossed over to the Otome game, the car overturned

One stone has stirred up waves, and Winkin has been on the cusp recently. Originally, as an original author, he is marching towards despicable plagiarists. Who would have thought that under the "original" sheepskin, he would also be a plagiarist?

[Plagiarism from dogs, plagiarism from dogs, it's really exciting when a dog bites a dog. 】

[This melon is wonderful, I jumped up and down the melon field. 】

【Is there any reversal?Knock on the bowl and so on. 】

[6666 Your circle is really chaotic]

[Who is so disgusting, does anyone know the person under the winkin vest? 】

Sure enough, not long after, someone picked up Wen Lan's personal information.

Name: Wen Lan

Sex: Male

……

High school attended: Noble High School in Z City

As soon as this picture is released, everyone can take a look. Is this Noble High School in Z City the same as the Noble High School in Z City where the graffiti wall used to exist?

[I looked at it, and it's not bad at all. 】

[I just said, how could Winkin plagiarize! 】

[The case is closed, the painting on the graffiti wall was originally made by Mr. Winkin. 】

Wen Lan's Weibo account was as calm as ever, and it took a long time before she posted a Weibo.

【Winkin: I've been busy these days, and the campus court will start next Friday.For some inexplicable things, I won't explain much. 】

As soon as this sentence came out, who didn't know that Wen Lan was insinuating about that photo?

The comments below expressed that they will always stand on winkin's side, and they must kill plagiarism dogs and support originality.

What can a photo represent?

Photographs can only prove that a certain thing really happened at a certain time and a certain place.

In the photos of Yishui in the forum, Zhong Jiamu was not there.

It is difficult to have particularly clear photos, so it is impossible to judge whether the two paintings are the same person from the painting and brushstrokes.

Zhong Jiamu was so angry that his liver hurt, he turned to Weibo to have some fun to calm down, and after looking at the topic, winkin was actually in the top ten most searched.

He should have known earlier, how could Nian Yu give him the photo so easily?

At this time, there were still three days before the campus court, Zhong Jiamu was lying on the bed, tossing and turning in anger, unable to sleep.He can't wait to buy a bunch of sailors in one go, and fight those Winkin fans for three days and three nights.

If it's a pity, Zhong Jiamu really wants to go back to the beginning, and check the prestige value by the way, what kind of plot is the "plagiarism incident", and how can a happy ending be played?

Zhong Jiamu's hair was about to be pulled out, and now he only had one word in his mind: Regret.

He regrets it, really.

I knew that I should have held on tightly when He Wen delivered the free golden finger to my door. Who knew that I was blinded by a broken photo and gave up the chance to win.

Zhong Jiamu didn't know how he fell asleep that night. Early the next morning, he was woken up by a phone call.

He opened his eyes from the bed in a daze, and after looking for a long time, he saw the word "Zhong Liu" displayed on the phone.

Zhong Liu is his own brother in the game. As twins with the same father and the same mother, they are also dragged by a mother at the same time. Zhong Liu has always been partial to his younger brother.

When attacking Yi Wenbai, Zhong Liu discovered that the person his younger brother liked actually liked him. In order not to affect his younger brother's love, Zhong Liu resolutely went abroad to study.

Zhong Jiamu guessed that Zhong Liu must have seen the hot search, so he hurriedly called to care about himself.

There is still truth in this world.

Zhong Jiamu connected the phone with this touching brotherhood, and then heard the voice of joy.

Zhong Liu: "I checked Weibo today, I laughed so hard. What game did you plagiarize?"

Zhong Jiamu was taken aback for a moment, shouldn't Zhong Liu be comforting himself?Why did he hear the meaning of happy gossip from the people who eat melons?

He couldn't help asking, "Brother, do you think I will plagiarize?"

"I just thought you couldn't copy, so I asked you!"

Recalling the game, it seemed that Zhong Liu hadn't contacted Zhong Liu since he went to college, so Zhong Jiamu started from the beginning to popularize science for Zhong Liu.

And Zhong Liu acted as a qualified melon-eating crowd, so he listened seriously.

After Zhong Jiamu finished speaking, he felt a rustling sound coming from the phone's head.

He couldn't help asking: "Brother, what are you doing over there?"

"Me?" Zhong Liu replied, "I just found a bag of melon seeds, and I'm playing with them."

It's really just the people who eat melons who come to listen to gossip, and don't worry about Zhong Jiamu's current situation at all.

After hearing the silence on the phone, Zhong Liu added belatedly, "Then next week's campus court, are you confident?"

After Zhong Jiamu hesitated for a while, he sighed deeply, "No."

Neither party on the phone spoke, and then Zhong Jiamu heard Zhong Liu laugh.

Like the kind that has been held back for a long time, I really couldn't hold back the leaked smile.

The corner of Zhong Jiamu's mouth twitched, "You've had enough, put it down."

Unexpectedly, when Zhong Liu heard this sentence, he simply couldn't bear it anymore and burst out laughing.

Yes, not too hurtful, but extremely insulting.

Zhong Liu, who was almost on the verge of laughing, finally recovered after a long time, "Hey, by the way, I really didn't expect someone to copy your graffiti."

Zhong Jiamu was unconvinced, "Brother, if you laugh at me, stop calling, look at your appearance..."

"No, no," Zhong Liu wanted to redeem himself while smiling, "I still remember when you drew this painting, when you were fascinated by that brat from the Xi family, right? Bring someone over to see your painting. From my point of view, that painting is like the product of a fanatic who put ten layers of filters on that religious master. You almost sprinkled gold dust on it, and then added more A few little pink hearts."

When Zhong Liu said this, Zhong Jiamu also slowly recalled that when he painted this painting for Xi Xingjin, he was so embarrassed that he wanted to find a gap to get in, but he insisted on relying on Zhong Liu's lack of evidence: "No It's impossible, don't talk nonsense."

"How could it not be? I have been painting with you for several days," Zhong Liu said as if thinking of something, "Wait a minute, I'll look for it."

Then Zhong Liu hung up the phone.

Zhong Jiamu roared in the room, then pulled up the quilt to wrap himself in it.

No, no, no, it's really embarrassing.

At this time, Zhong Jiamu was completely caught in Zhong Liu's thinking. When he saw the plagiarism on Weibo, he was not angry but ashamed.

What's the difference between this and making his black history public!

He didn't hear from Zhong Liu, and slowly, Zhong Jiamu calmed down. He felt that as long as he insisted on plagiarism, no one would know about his dark history.

He took several deep breaths, and decided to treat the phone call just now as non-existent. At this moment, the phone ding-dong, and Zhong Liu sent a message.

is video.

And there's more than one.

Zhong Jiamu opened one at random, and saw himself painting, with white paint still on his face.

Zhong Liu's voice came from the video, "How long are you going to draw? I've been with you for the third day."

"It's still a little bit worse." The self in the video is holding a paintbrush, daubing the paint devoutly, "Don't interrupt me, I'm very serious about this painting."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Zhong Liu's disdainful voice came from outside the painting, and then the camera zoomed out to frame the whole painting.

"I think it's almost the same? You like Xi Xingjin so much!"

The person in the video turned his head and pointed at the person holding the phone with a paintbrush, "Brother, you are so annoying. If you don't want to accompany me, you can go back. I will bring him over to see when I finish the painting."

"Hey, it's late at night, what should I do if something happens to you, brother!"

He, was he actually such a person before?

It's a mess!

This is definitely not him!

Although Zhong Jiamu remembered this conversation, he took it as a script line and put it in the video, so it wouldn't be too shocking.

Zhong Jiamu was filmed in this video, but if it was released, it would be tantamount to public execution.

If He Wen found out that there was such a period of history, Zhong Jiamu felt that he would not be far from the little black house.

With such a comparison, Zhong Jiamu felt that the charge of plagiarism was suddenly acceptable.

Turning to the end, I also saw a sentence.

[Zhong Liu: How about it, I never talk nonsense. 】

[Zhong Liu: So don't be afraid of that matter, brother will help you. 】

Zhong Jiamu cried and replied: [I know, I know, I know how to deal with this matter, so I don't bother you, brother, to do it. 】

Destroy the world, hurry up.

Ten o'clock in the morning, Yi's backyard

Sitting at the golden nanmu table, Wen Lan still felt a little dazed.

The sunlight shone on that table, reflecting the low-key and luxurious light of money.

Wen Lan originally went out for a morning jog in the morning, but unexpectedly, four strong men got off from a car that looked like a stretched Rolls-Royce, and said in a rough voice that Master Yi was welcome.

That appearance, that expression, seemed to say: "Don't be ignorant of lifting, don't let us break your leg and carry it over."

Wen Lan couldn't figure out how he had offended the young master of the Yi family. He struggled in his heart for a long time, and felt that no matter how he tried to escape, he had no chance of winning, so he might as well sit in decently, and then he could boast that he would sit too Over-extended Rolls-Royce.

Then he was taken to a backyard. Wen Lan held a slightly transparent enamel teacup in his hand, trying to gain a little confidence from the slightly hot cup wall.

After a long time, the humble Wen Lan finally waited for the young master of the Yi family, Yi Wenbai.

Wen Lan still remembers that Yi Wenbai should have been a senior two years older than him at the time. When Yi Wenbai was relegated to their high school, he caused quite a stir in the school.

But now Yi Wenbai is naturally different from that in high school. Compared with the exquisiteness in high school, Yi Wenbai is obviously more mature at this time, with a neat face curve, a straight nose bridge, deep blue eyes, and flaxen hair He has short hair and is wearing a slightly casual suit and vest. His gestures and gestures are full of British elegance.

As soon as Yi Wenbai came over, the person next to him helped him pull out the chair.

Yi Wenbai sat down very naturally, tilted his head slightly, and smiled at Wen Lan, "Sorry, I've been waiting for a long time."