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"Miss, Mu Wanjing wants to use your hand to get rid of that man named Zhou Ling."

The assistant also heard what Han Yue said to Mu Wanjing before.

Mu Wanjing thought that she used someone else's hands to get rid of the thorn in her side, and only she knew about it. In fact, the assistant and Han Yue were very clear about the meaning she expressed.

"Of course I know that she wants to use my hand to deal with that person named Zhou Ling. Since she wishes so much, then I'll let her do it."

Han Yueman said indifferently, she had the firmness of determination in her eyes.

The assistant standing behind her trembled when she heard what Han Yue said.

How could it be possible for a woman who has won more than ten awards at home and abroad to be so simple on the surface?

Something terrible happened when Zhou Ling went to the classroom the next day.

As soon as he arrived at the classroom where Sihai gathered, he found that people on the road kept looking at him with scrutiny.

And when he walked over, those people kept pointing.

"Is it him? It doesn't look like someone who can do those things."

"People know their faces but don't know their hearts. Who knows if he's just pretending, but after the investigation, all the evidence points to him. You still say that he is not that kind of person. You are really a fool."

"It turned out to be him. Last time I heard from the professor that the paintings he drew were very spiritual."

"What aura? It's not just copying other people's colors. If I copy Tian Yu's colors, my paintings will also have aura!"

I was pointed at by others along the way, and when I just walked into the classroom, I bumped into the counselor who came out of the classroom.

When the counselor saw Zhou Ling, her complexion became extremely stiff. She hurriedly dragged Zhou Ling into the classroom and closed the door.

There are two other tutors in the classroom, an old professor, and a boy wearing glasses standing in front of the tutor.

When he saw Zhou Ling walking in, he snorted contemptuously, and moved to the side, as if Zhou Ling was too close to him and would pollute him.

"Everyone is here now, Professor, just ask if you have any questions."

The counselor returned to his seat and looked at Zhou Ling with scrutiny.

And Zhou Ling was still confused by the scene in front of him that looked like a prisoner interrogation,

Originally, he was going to make porridge for Fan Sucheng's stomach in the morning, but when he received a call from the counselor, he came out in a hurry.

The counselor asked him to come over without telling him why.

"The school not only teaches you knowledge, but also teaches you how to be a human being. It is very simple to be an honest person. Now I ask you Zhou Ling, did you draw the painting in your hand?" the old professor asked Zhou Ling .

"I drew it myself."

Although Zhou Ling still didn't understand what was the reason, the painting was indeed drawn by himself.

It was after breakfast with Xu Zimo and the others that day that he happened to draw the scene of the big banyan tree when he arrived in the ancient town.

However, the professor and the counselor, as well as the student standing next to him, all had different expressions after hearing his words, and the boy wearing glasses was the first to lose his composure.

"You are talking nonsense, you obviously copied me! I have a video as evidence, and you took a picture of my painting with your mobile phone!

Then when I went back to draw your picture, I kept taking out my phone to look at that picture! "

Zhou Ling frowned because of this sentence, which was more important than yesterday when he tried his best to explain that Fan Sucheng didn't believe him.

And there was no need for him to copy the painting of the classmate next to him, he didn't even know who he was.

I did take a photo with my mobile phone at that time, but he took a scene of falling leaves of a big banyan tree.

"I know you have heard in private that the person with the best performance in this interview will be recommended by the school to study abroad.

This opportunity is rare, because it is rare, and everyone must take it seriously. I hope that while you take it seriously,

You must also maintain your own nature, even if you get the best result this time and get what you want,

But you won't be very happy, because what you paid during this period was not won by your own strength. "

All the paintings collected this time were sent to the teacher's mailbox with a scanner.

So the review was carried out at the same time as a professor from Sihai, and it turned out that Zhou Ling and a classmate from Sihai had very similar painting styles.

No matter the angle of framing or the color palette, they are all very similar. If you didn’t see Sihai,

Then the No.1 this time is likely to be Zhou Ling, or that classmate from Sihai.

But the difference between the two paintings is not too big. When several teachers and the old professor were discussing together, this classmate came in with a mobile phone and said that Zhou Ling copied his painting!

"I didn't plagiarize. This is indeed my own painting. The counselor should be more aware of my painting style."

Zhou Ling looked at the counselor, and after the counselor met his gaze, he looked away without saying a word.

"He is the counselor of your class, of course he wants to speak for you. Professor, I suggest to check his mobile phone, he must not have time to delete it when recruiting!"

The two teachers and the professor sitting in the seats looked at Zhou Ling's hand holding the phone.

Zhou Ling grabbed his mobile phone and held it tightly. He didn't dare to let these people see the pictures on his mobile phone.

But when he was on the way, Fan Sucheng sent him a few more text messages, but he didn't have time to delete them.

But this kind of action, in the eyes of other people, shows that there is a problem. The student also grasped this point, and showed such an expression on his face.

"Since you have no ghosts in your heart, do you dare to take out your mobile phone and let us see! If there is no problem, we will not be able to frame you!"

"Zhou Ling called up your cell phone photo album for us to take a look at. If there is no problem, I will testify to you." The old professor said.

Zhou Ling grabbed the phone tightly, but still didn't let go. He looked at the old professor and the counselor firmly.

But when he was looking at the counselor, the mobile phone in his hand was taken away by the student from Sihai!

When Zhou Ling panicked and wanted to get his phone back, the student from Sihai had already seen the pictures in the album.

He walked forward quickly, raised his mobile phone high, and said to the two instructors: "Teacher, look! He just copied my painting!"

"This has violated my right to privacy, and I have the right to call the police and arrest you!" Zhou Ling hurried forward and snatched his mobile phone, his face clearly angry.

"Call the police, you said you called the police? Yes, you need to call the police, but you don't have to do this. I have already called the police a long time ago.

You don't admit that you plagiarized in front of us now, and you use these methods to get a quota in private, then you can go to the bureau and talk to the police later! "