Don't blame me for taking advantage of it

"Of course you can check," Vice President Zhang said for the first time. He carried the coercion unique to a high-ranking person, and he spoke loudly, "But the school doesn't have so much time to wait for you. It will be announced at the summary meeting. If I haven’t seen your answers before then, I will write your names on them according to the eliminated personnel, and there will be no changes.”

An Ting clenched his fist and asked, "What if I find out?"

Vice-principal Zhang looked straight at him, "Then I will publicly apologize to you at the conference and severely punish those who plagiarized and framed me."

easy to say, hard to do.

An Ting stood at the corner of the dark stairs, with a muffled voice, "Brother, if you want to find evidence that we were wronged, you must first figure out one thing. Who and why copied us."

Not everyone can participate in the internal school audition. Everyone must first submit an application form. After the school reviews, it feels that you can complete the experiment independently and meet the professional knowledge standards before allowing you to participate in the competition.

An Ting couldn't figure it out, with such a standard team, how could he allow himself to engage in plagiarism, which would be a shame for the rest of his life if he was caught.

What's even more outrageous is that those people still succeeded, and now they are actually labeled as plagiarists.

"Just now, Elder Ni said that they have conclusive evidence."

Qin Chengyan stood two levels lower and looked up at him, his eyes seemed to have light in the dimness.

For some reason, as long as An Ting sees those eyes, he immediately calms down.It was as if someone had gently rubbed the body of a fur-fried animal, and the burrs slowly stuck back along the skin.

"Evidence? What evidence?"

"Go and ask, will you know?"

The sunset in autumn is always beautiful, the fiery red afterglow spreads all over the sky, and the thin clouds are turned golden.

Ni Xingbang unscrewed the door of the office, and squinted his eyes at the glare from the opposite window.The past few days have been cloudy and rainy, and it is rare to see the sunset, so the old professor couldn't help but stop.

Unexpectedly, it didn't take long to watch, when two shadows suddenly blocked the eyes.

Ni Xingbang took two steps back in shock before he could see who was coming.

"What are you doing?" he yelled, "You think I've lived too long?!"

"I'm sorry, teacher," An Ting sincerely apologized, "We just want to see what is the decisive evidence you mentioned?"

"Didn't you say you want to check it yourself?" Ni Xingbang snorted coldly, but finally led him into the office.

There is no one in the office, and things are messy on the desk.

Ni Xingbang turned on the computer and said, "Your targeted therapy is about left and right research content, but the other group is not. Targeted therapy is just a category in their research, accounting for only about one-third. So before we call you, we call Let that group come over."

Ni Xingbang entered the password in the computer and opened a file, which contained seven research reports.

"The first two were written by you, and the last five were written by their group. There are five of them, you two can take a look."

Then Ni Xingbang went to another table and opened the drawer, took out five notebooks of different sizes and handed them over.

"This is the key evidence for Vice President Zhang to make a judgment."

An Ting quickly picked it up and flipped through it. The things in the notebook were very scribbled, just like what Xiang had written down casually, but he was completely stunned after only a few glances.

"how can that be?"

The above things... are actually manuscripts that he randomly wrote on paper when he was sorting out the experimental report!

The data obtained during the experiment are actually very messy. To turn them into a research report is like picking pearls from a pile of pearls and stringing them into a pearl necklace.

When An Ting was doing these things, he was used to recording the derivation at random, bringing forward the key points and then writing them in the report.Similar to the scribbled calculation paper when solving math problems.

This is the embryonic form of a report before it is born, and it is also a habit engraved in the bone marrow.An Ting has never lost his calculus book, even now it is lying in the schoolbag behind his back.

wrong!It suddenly occurred to him that on the last night after finishing the report, he fell asleep lying on the table.After chatting with Qin Chengyan, I knew that the senior also went to the toilet at that time, and it took only three or four minutes.

"Each of the five of them has it," Ni Xingbang nodded his desktop, "This is the most powerful evidence, you can take a look."

An Ting picked up the other books and looked at them, and found that this was indeed the case.The only difference is that these people cleverly added a lot with their professional knowledge, making it look richer and more real.

Suddenly, his movements stopped, and a sneer flashed across the corner of his mouth.

It was the first time Qin Chengyan saw such an expression on An Ting's face, and immediately walked over and asked, "What's wrong?"

An Ting slowly put the notebook on the table, her long eyelashes drooping, her whole body wrapped in the shadows of interlaced sunlight, she smiled silently.

"It's Fu Ran."

"I tutored him for the postgraduate entrance examination, and I will never forget his words."

Ni Xingbang was surprised that he pronounced his name directly, "You know him?"

An Ting put down his notebook and said, "I know each other, but I have a grudge."

He opened his schoolbag and handed his manuscript to Mr. Ni, "Teacher, this is my original version. I didn't expect these people to copy this. But copied things are copied after all. You just need to If you look carefully, you will always find clues.”

Ni Xingbang accepted it suspiciously, "Then what are you two going to do now?"

An Ting glanced at the research report on the screen, smiled and said, "Didn't Fu Ran want to step on me to climb up? Then let him see if his legs can hold it!"