Master Lu's Black Belly Milk Cake

Yao Yeshuo was probably also inquiring about Zhong Yi's movements recently, and before coming here, he specially photographed Zhong Yi's entries in this competition, after all, this is such a good idea.

He showed the picture to the dean, and said sarcastically: "This is the real level of this student, right? The teacher advises you, it doesn't matter if you are not good at academic skills, but academic misconduct is really hopeless."

With this painting whose level differs from that one by more than one level, the dean's trust balance is even more tilted towards Yao Yeshuo's side.

Zhong Yi never thought that his random graffiti would become one of the evidences to fight back against him, but he knew that when it was not time to act impulsively, his aggressive attitude would not make the dean feel that he was wronged, but would be regarded as a bluff .

He quickly skipped a few self-certification methods in his mind: first, draw a picture on the spot, but it is hard to say that it is a copied painting; second, go home to get the original manuscript of this painting. The reason for being given up by him is the same as the previous one.

This teacher has already put out the painting first, so even if he can paint better later, it can only be said that there are pearls and jade in front of him.

At the moment, he really can't think of any watertight evidence that can prove that the painting is his. If he makes a rash attack, he will only be caught by this habitual offender and have more points to defend himself.

Zhong Yi bowed deeply to the dean, and said calmly: "I hope the dean will give me a chance, and I will prove it."

Fortunately, the dean is also a reasonable person, and he agreed: "Okay, if you can prove it before this Friday, I will deal with Teacher Yao fairly, but on the contrary, if you can't prove it..."

"Then I'll drop out of school directly." Zhong Yi said firmly.

He doesn't believe that there are really people in this world who can turn black into white, and he doesn't believe that justice will shame kind people.

Yao Yeshuo laughed mockingly, as if he didn't believe that a poor student could turn his back on the sky.

Yes, in his perception, none of the clothes on Zhong Yi's body were branded, so he must be a poor student with no power or power in his family.

What he doesn't know is that the clothes he likes don't need a brand at all. Everything from the inside to the outside - except for one or two pajamas - is all tailor-made by a dedicated designer himself.

Also, uninformed people may regard clothes without any logo as street stalls.

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Zhong Yi has no way to discuss this matter with anyone. He fell in love with Lu Hezhang wishfully, which was originally a secret that could not be revealed.

After much deliberation, he finally found that the easiest way to solve this problem was to find Lu Hezhang himself.

But the only thing that bothers him right now is...

Of course he won't think about some dignity issues in a hypocritical manner. If the matter becomes a big deal and Lu Hezhang is still required to wipe his ass for him, that would be a real embarrassment.What's more, this matter involves the exposure of Lu Hezhang's image, and if he handles it himself, if he is not careful, the incident will be uploaded to the Internet, and it will be even more troublesome if someone picks up a portrait of Lu Hezhang.

So, the only question that bothered him just now was, would it be a bit too bullying to use Lu Hezhang's capital to deal with a university teacher with a little background?

So, later that day, when Lu Hezhang was buried in his work, he heard his assistant whisper in his ear, "President Lu, Mr. Xiao Zhong is here, and he said he has something very important to see you."

Lu Hezhang raised his slightly tired but still sharp eyes, frowned and said, "What is he doing here at this time?"

He raised his wrist and looked at his watch. It was five o'clock, the busiest time in the company, and he should have a measure of it.

The assistant shook his head, "I don't know too well, but I don't think he's in a good condition."

Lu Hezhang knew that Zhong Yi was not a person who would make a fuss out of molehills. He had always been obedient and sensible, and would never take the initiative to come to the company to look for him. This time, he must have really important things to do.

He sorted out the messy documents on the desktop, and said to his assistant, "Let him in."

Lu Hezhang never expected that when he raised his head, he would see the same panicked eyes as the last deer.

Before he knew it, his tone softened three points, "Why are you looking for me in such a hurry?"

And Zhong Yi just shook his head, his lips pressed tightly together.

You can say that you are not angry, but you are as discerning as Lu Hezhang, but you just like this.

He asked his assistant to move a chair and put it next to Zhong Yi, and then asked his assistant to guard outside, leaving the only tenderness he could squeeze out inside the closed door.

Lu Hezhang walked around to him from behind the desk, and asked in a low voice, "Speak up, what's the matter?"

Zhong Yi finally squeezed out a sentence from his lips: "Mr. Lu, no matter what others think, you will definitely believe me, right?"

"of course."

Could the child he raised by himself be wrong?

As if he was comforted a lot by his words, Zhong Yi calmed down a little, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Lu."

Lu Hezhang laughed, "Run here to delay my work, just to say this?"

Zhong Yi shook his head and said, "No, I sent you a message and you didn't reply, so I came here to tell you."

He paused, and then said: "Mr. Lu, can you stop paying attention to my school's affairs recently?"

Lu Hezhang didn't pay attention to what he said.

But when he said this, Lu Hezhang couldn't directly refute that I didn't pay attention at all, but asked him in a cold voice: "Confess it yourself, did you do something bad?"

Zhong Yi complained: "You said just now that you would believe me!"

It was indeed Lu Hezhang who said it himself, but he couldn't change his suspicious character, Zhong Yi's every move and every expression conveyed a message: something happened to him at school.

Lu Hezhang always looked at Zhong Yi suspiciously, without saying a word.

Zhong Yi forcibly ignored Lu Hezhang's gaze, bowed, and said obediently: "I'll go back to Mr. Lu first."

Although Lu Hezhang was full of doubts, he didn't force him to stay, but just said "yes".

As soon as Zhong Yi left, he immediately summoned one of his subordinates and ordered, "Go and investigate, what happened to Zhong Yi at school recently."

After dinner, a detailed report was delivered to Lu Hezhang's office.

He picked it up and flipped through it casually. Recently, Zhong Yi has been very honest in school, didn't do anything earth-shattering, went to class on time every day, and went home at the right time, not like a college student.

But when he turned to the next few pages, he looked at the text on the report, his eyes gradually changed from casual to murderous.

His subordinates discovered that his portrait was being publicly exhibited at the Huada Sketch Competition Exhibition, and that the signature on the portrait was a university teacher whose name he had never heard of.

And just this morning, Zhong Yi took a whole class off, and this fake teacher disappeared for the whole morning.

In an instant, Zhong Yi's grievance and his words were all connected together in Lu Hezhang's mind bit by bit.