I don't care about dating reality shows or the entertainment industry!

Duan Xingye took the phone and quickly browsed the novel's contents.

The further he looked down, the gloomier his face became, and the tighter his grip on his phone became.

Not a single word was changed.

He checked the novel's publication date again: a month and a half ago, the day after Su Youzi applied for the copyright.

"Could it be Shen Bing?"

Su Youzi shook her head, "No, this kind of thing can be found out easily with an investigation."

Liu Danying just called her, urgently telling her about the online public opinion trend.

Her novel "Stars" had just released its first and second chapters half an hour ago.

Meanwhile, the novel "Addicted! It's all because my abstinent race car driver husband is too good at flirting" on another website has already been published for 120,000 words.

The conclusion reached by netizens is...

Xiaoyu never writes about love stories and blatantly plagiarizes the works of new and inexperienced authors.

At this moment, Jiang Mu ran out of the banquet hall, out of breath.

"Yuzu, you know now, right?"

Su Youzi nodded. What's done is done; panicking won't help.

What's being said online now?

Jiang Mu handed her his phone; the Weibo topic "Xiaoyu plagiarism" had already gone viral.

[Wow, not a single word is different, this is solid evidence of plagiarism!]

Has Xiaoyu run out of ideas? Is he starting to plagiarize newcomers?

[They still have the nerve to call themselves a top-tier author? Where's their shame?]

[Waiting for Xiaoyu to come out and explain, it must be a misunderstanding!!]

[Ha, what misunderstanding? It's impossible to clear your name now. The other author has already published 12 words! Little Fish probably doesn't know how popular this new author's work, "Addicted! It's All Because My Abstinent Racer Husband is Too Good at Flirting," is! How dare they plagiarize this!]

The writing style of "Addicted! It's all because my abstinent race car driver husband is too good at flirting" is very similar to Xiaoyu's. Could it be Xiaoyu's own pseudonym?

[No way, Xiaoyu has a contract with the website, how could she possibly publish a book on another website?]

This kind of plagiarism should be banned!

[Good luck to the author of "Addicted! It's all because my abstinent race car driver husband is too good at flirting!" Fight for your rights to the end!]

This kind of behavior should be punished by law. Plagiarism is not a trivial matter; it concerns the entire industry's atmosphere!

[Plagiarists, come out here!]

Even more offensive comments abound, filled with unbearable insults and abuse.

Duan Xingye put his arm around her shoulder with heartache.

"Don't look at these, leave them to me."

Su Youzi gently pushed him away and shook her head.

"No need, I can handle this."

She recalled the creative process of "Stars" and the flow of the manuscript.

Besides Shen Bing, who else has had contact with her?

Her computer was sent for repair!

Su Youzi immediately dialed her assistant Xiaoxiao's number.

"When I was filming in Shazhou before, I sent my computer to be repaired, do you remember?"

Xiaoxiao's voice sounded dazed on the other end of the phone.

"Huh? I remember, what's up, Yuzu-jie?"

"Do you remember which shop you took it to for repair? Also, did the repairman back up my files?" Su Youzi asked.

Xiaoxiao tried hard to recall, "Hmm...it seems to be a computer shop called 'Quick Repair'. Backup files? I don't think so, I specifically told the repairman not to back up the data."

"Think about it again, this is quite important."

Xiaoxiao's voice also became tense.

"I...I'm not sure. I don't know how to fix computers, but I stood there the whole time and emphasized not to back up the data."

Su Youzi hung up the phone, her brows furrowed.

If the files on the computer were indeed copied, then everything makes sense.

She remained calm. "Xiaoxiao wasn't sure if the repairman had backed up the files either. I now suspect that my manuscript might have been leaked around that time."

-

A window seat on the third floor of the library at a university in Shazhou.

Zhang Liqin sat there blankly, clutching her phone tightly in her hand.

Cold sweat trickled down her temples, soaking the stray hairs on her forehead.

Fear clung to her like vines, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

During summer vacation, she went back to her hometown.

She wanted to copy some study materials, so she took her brother's external hard drive and unexpectedly found a Word document on it.

The document has a very ordinary name: "New Article".

Out of curiosity, she clicked on it to take a look.

This is the beginning of a novel, written in a smooth style, with a captivating plot.

She read through the 140,000 words in the document in one go, still wanting more.

She immediately went online to search for the sequel to the novel.

But found nothing.

At that moment, she realized that this might be a work that had not yet been released.

She closed the document and put the matter out of her mind.

Until last month...

She took a liking to a new phone.

Her parents refused to give her money, saying she was wasting it.

She remembered the novel on her hard drive.

An idea flashed through her mind: maybe she could make some money by publishing the novel online.

Even if it's only 140,000 words, I should still be able to earn a thousand or so yuan.

Hoping to get away with it, she uploaded the novel to a novel website.

At first, she was uneasy, afraid of being discovered.

As a result, when the novel reached 80,000 words, it unexpectedly became a hit.

It brought her a considerable income.

Last week, even publishing houses and film and television companies contacted her, offering high prices to buy the copyright.

She felt like she was dreaming.

All of this happened too fast, too unreal.

Those scenes that once filled her with joy have now turned into terrifying nightmares.

She clutched her phone tightly, curling her body into a ball.

"What should I do... what should I do..." she murmured in a panic.

Fear, regret, and despair intertwined, almost threatening to engulf her.

-

Singapore.

Inside the car, the atmosphere was solemn.

“Attorney Li,” Duan Xingye dialed the number, “check 'Lili-chan's' real identity and contact information, and prepare to file a lawsuit.”

Su Youzi logged into her novel account.

Her slender fingers tapped rapidly on the screen, uploading the entire text of "Stars" all at once.

Then, she posted a pinned Weibo post.

[I am issuing this formal response. First, I have never plagiarized any work. *Stars* is a novel I created independently. Below is the evidence I have submitted: the document's creation history, the date of the full text's copyright registration application, and a receipt for my computer's repair in June. I believe the law will deliver a fair judgment.]

After doing all this, Su Youzi let out a long sigh, leaned back in her chair, and closed her eyes.

The post on Weibo instantly went viral online.

-

Zhang Liqin's phone kept vibrating, with her editor's calls flashing on the screen.

She dared not answer, letting the phone ring again and again, like a death knell striking her nerves.

Once Xiaoyu's evidence came out, she knew she was completely finished.

The comment section has exploded.

[I knew it! How could Little Fish possibly plagiarize!]

[Lili-chan, come out and take your punishment! The evidence is irrefutable, let's see what you have to say now.]

【Lili-chan, come out and explain yourself?】