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Yi Wenbai leaned on the back of the chair, looking a little lazy, "You know, what is the reason why I specially invited you here?"

Wen Lan stammered and shook her head, "No, I don't know."

"The fragments of the graffiti wall back then are in your hands, right?"

Wen Lan was confused, "What, what fragments of the graffiti wall?"

Yi Wenbai sat up straight, explaining with rare patience, "The fragments of the painting you copied from "The Pilot."

Hearing the word "pilot", Wen Lan's heart skipped a beat.

He knew he was done.

"I had someone check it out, and all those fragments are in your hands, right?"

Being able to find out that the fragments are in his hands means that the matter between himself and Nianyu has been thoroughly investigated, and there is no fig leaf left.

Wen Lan opened her mouth: "I..."

Yi Wenbai interrupted him, "I don't need to hear what's been thrown away, smashed, or don't understand what I'm saying."

"I don't need you to go back and get it or something."

Yi Wenbai glanced at Wen Lan with some disdain, "In the campus court, I just need that thing to appear, do you understand?"

Yi Wenbai wanted Wen Lan to bring the cauldron of seasoning up there by himself, and perform a live performance of stewing himself in an iron pot.

This was a completely unequal conversation, Wen Lan didn't even say three complete sentences, and he was sent back to the original runway exactly.

After being confused about who I am, where I am, and what I am doing, Wen Lan took out her mobile phone, and immediately wanted to call Nianyu for help.

He called twice and finally got through to Nianyu.

As soon as the phone was connected, Nian Yu's voice came out, "What's wrong?"

Wen Lan was extremely flustered, "Nian, Brother Nian, Yi Wenbai seems to know about my plagiarism. He, he asked me to bring the fragments of the graffiti wall to the campus court. Me, what should I do?"

Nian Yu: "I gave you something back then and asked you to break it. Did you break it?"

As soon as the fragments were mentioned, Wen Lan felt guilty for a while, "It's broken, it's all broken."

Nian Yu: "You are all broken, how can you bring him there?"

Standing on the road, Wen Lan was shocked by the cold wind blowing on his face.

From the very beginning, Nian Yu only arranged one way for him to go.

As the popularity of the plagiarism incident at Z University increased, the number of people who were going to attend the campus court at Z University also increased.

After seeing it, the Propaganda Department of University Z felt that this might also be a great opportunity to promote the school, so it was announced on the school's official blog, and it will be broadcast live at [-] o'clock in the afternoon on Friday.The location of the campus trial has also been changed from a commonly used small classroom to a slightly more formal lecture hall.

In the past, the campus trial was a small classroom, except for relevant people, generally no one would go there.

Considering the impact of the matter this time, Z decided to choose the people who entered the venue in the form of free tickets.

There were about one hundred tickets in total. By Friday, the price of free tickets had risen to tens of thousands, but no one chose to issue a ticket.

Zhong Jiamu, who was already prepared to lie down in Buddhism, eventually became nervous.

What is needed today is Zhong Jiamu's appearance. It is obvious that the previous disguise is useless.

Thinking of the cramp and flaying hatred towards him from the people on campus forums and Weibo, Zhong Jiamu was intimidated.

When getting into the car, Zhong Jiamu was obviously reluctant, because the driver in front of him looked at him several times from time to time because he was so sad.

He Wen looked at his restless appearance and asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

Zhong Jiamu quickly shook his head, "No, nothing."

Early in the morning, people from the Student Union had already arranged the venue. I heard that this time it seemed to have alarmed all the big shots, and even people from the Art Association came to the scene.

This time, it is the name of the representative Z Academy of Fine Arts. Whether it is the nameplate identification or the location confirmation, it is not easy to make any mistakes.

Originally, only Professor Meng Gaohan was prepared to serve as the appraiser and judge, but at this time, the people sent by the Art Association were sitting aside and looking through the prosecution materials, and they will be present as members of the jury.

Not only the Artists Association, Yijia, which provides high-quality gemstones and jade for many jewelry brands, Xijia, which has flourished in the real estate industry, and Jiawen Company, a pioneer in the 3D field and the Internet industry, all expressed their gratitude to this matter. out of great interest.

Every time the members of the student union put up a sign, they felt their hearts tremble.

The auditorium was originally just a few tables and stools placed side by side. For those who can't afford to offend, the auditorium even specially divided a VIP auditorium.

At 45:[-] p.m., all the personnel entered the arena one after another. The members of the jury had obviously read the materials and had a general understanding of the matter.

Meng Gaohan has held a place in the Artists Association all the year round. It can be said that he has nearly half of the right to speak in the Artists Association.After the members of the jury finished reading the materials, they should communicate with Meng Gaohan.

Little A from the Art Association leaned slightly towards Meng Gaohan, and said in a low voice: "Mr. Meng, I have just read all the submitted materials. The timing of Zhong Jiamu's plagiarism is clear, and the similarity of the paintings can be said to have reached More than 70.00%. This incident should be considered very simple, right?"

Meng Gaohan was sitting in a wheelchair, his back was straight, his hands seemed to be hidden under the open folders, his head was slightly lowered, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and the light cast fine shadows on his eyelids.

Little A didn't get a response, so he tentatively asked, "Teacher Meng?"

Meng Gaohan seemed to have just fallen into the world at this moment, and looked up at the speaker, "What's wrong?"

At that moment, Xiao A seemed to be frozen by the air-conditioning on Meng Gaohan's body. He rubbed his arms, and then said, "After reading the evidence materials submitted by both parties, I feel that Zhong Jiamu's plagiarism of Wen Lan should be There is no room for reversal, right?"

If it was someone else, he would definitely say that this is a matter of nailing the nails on the board, and it is almost enough to go through the motions.But in front of Meng Gaohan, he is just a small officer in the art association, so he inevitably lacks confidence.

"I don't know either," Meng Gaohan replied, "If this matter is indeed like this, why did the defendant Fang Zhong Jiamu's materials include a photo of the graffiti wall of the Noble High School in Z City a few years ago, and attached Do you have a detailed comparison description?"

"Didn't someone pick it up on the Internet? Wen Lan attended Noble High School in Z City, and he also implicitly admitted on Weibo that he painted that painting."

Zhong Jiamu's material seems to be submitted perfunctorily in order to increase thickness.

Meng Gaohan nodded, "Then ask again at that time, remember to make a note, this is a suspicious point."

It was already 55:[-], and almost all the people who should arrive had already arrived.

Only the position of the defendant is still vacant.

The live camera was turned on, and the netizens saw the empty seat in the dock at a glance.

Just now when Zhong Liu got off the plane, he called the live broadcast on his mobile phone and saw that Zhong Jiamu must have been cowardly.

He didn't understand, why is Zhong Jiamu so cowardly?

Isn't the video evidence he provided enough?

Zhong Liu was upset, so she called Zhong Jiamu.

At this time, Zhong Jiamu was in a toilet in the school. When the phone rang, his whole body trembled in fright.

As soon as Zhong Jiamu saw the word Zhong Liu displayed on the screen of the phone, Zhong Jiamu had the urge to flush the phone down the toilet.

After a battle between heaven and man in his brain, Zhong Jiamu finally got through the phone.

"Hello?" Zhong Jiamu said tremblingly, "Brother, I'm busy now, why are you calling me?"

"I didn't see any of you in the live broadcast, where are you busy?"

Zhong Jiamu opened his mouth and came, "I'm just on my way to the place, so you still call me when you're so busy."

Zhong Liu seemed to let go, "Alright, I won't bother you anymore."

Hearing this, Zhong Jiamu breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Zhong Liu's voice.

"I'm currently at the airport in City Z. I see that you only submitted text and pictures in the submitted materials? You can give me the contact information of Mr. Han Meng who is being judged, and I will send him the video."

Grass.

Zhong Jiamu felt that he couldn't do it anymore.

He hurriedly told Zhong Liu that all the information had been passed on, and he assured him that he was absolutely safe this time, without any problems.

After hanging up the phone, Zhong Jiamu sat in the bathroom and took a deep breath.

Zhong Jiamu has long been used to slander or dirty water.

"I heard that Zhong Jiamu is mistress, a married man seduced by his mother."

"I usually see that Zhong Jiamu is very nice to girls, you know that right? Neptune is a big mobile air conditioner, anyone can warm it up."

"Simply, is he polluting the school by going to school?"

At that time, Zhong Jiamu could still stand up, leaning against the desk, lazily sarcastic, "I'm not capable, but I'm jealous of others. The more you gossip, doesn't it mean that I am more capable?"

"Yes, the task of the students is to go to school. Zhong Jiamu's grades are very good. If you have time to gossip, you might as well open the exercise book and do the questions."

Zhong Jiamu was taken aback for a moment, then turned to look at the person who spoke for him.

The face and voice had long been blurred, and even the expression of that person could not be seen clearly, but Zhong Jiamu's heart was beating accordingly, and the tips of his ears were red.

Then, it was discovered by sharp-eyed classmates.

"No way, is Zhong Jiamu so innocent?"

"Zhong Jiamu actually likes that person, I have to tell my friends about it."

"I heard that Zhong Jiamu has someone he likes?"

"Who is it? My God, then he is really unlucky for eight lifetimes."

"Could it be that they..."

If it's simple bad words, Zhong Jiamu has long been used to it.

But the knife pierced the softest part of the heart, and blood flowed profusely.

He thought, he should go and explain to that person.But what should be explained?Say you don't like it?Isn't that an act of stealing one's ears and stealing one's bell?

Compared with the so-called sewage, this ambiguous original sin is more difficult to wash away.

The mother in the game has already climbed a high branch, and now the video is exposed...

He can be a villain, but he doesn't want to show his weakness.

That would be too embarrassing.

He Wen had been waiting outside the door, and when Zhong Jiamu came out, he asked, "Are you ready?"

Zhong Jiamu looked at He Wen, nodded seriously, and replied, "Ready."

It doesn't matter if it's plagiarized or not, the important thing is to understand this matter quickly, and absolutely don't let this kind of video spread!

The digital clock in the center of the lecture hall changed from 59:[-] to [-]:[-], and the defendant's seat was still empty.

Little A sat in the jury's seat, and looked up at Meng Gaohan on the jury seat from time to time, wanting to remind him that the countdown needed to begin.

If the defendant fails to attend within 10 minutes, the material comparison will begin, because there is only the plaintiff on stage, and the defendant will easily fall into a passive position.

The time has passed, and the people in the auditorium are unavoidably agitated, and the audience gradually began to discuss in detail.

"Could Zhong Jiamu be afraid?"

"Probably, seeing such a big battle, how dare a student, and a plagiarist, come here."

"If I look at it, it's a guilty conscience. I dared to plagiarize back then, but now I don't dare to admit it."

Wen Lan sat in the plaintiff's seat, looking at the empty defendant's seat opposite, feeling a little complacent.

I don't dare to come, so what's the use of others doing more?

After a long time, Meng Gaohan raised his head and dropped the hammer, "The countdown starts now."

As soon as Meng Gaohan finished speaking, the door behind the lecture hall was pushed open with a bang.

Zhong Jiamu hurriedly walked straight to the dock.

He Wen followed beside him, and was guided to the VIP auditorium by the student union.

Waiting for Zhong Jiamu to make an OK gesture towards the trial seat.

Meng Gaohan dropped the hammer, "Now the trial begins, let the plaintiff state its views and evidence first."

Wen Lan stood up and listed the painting time and production time of "The Pilot", and the time when Zhong Jiamu's plagiarism was discovered, and then analyzed the plagiarized elements of the work and the effect of overlapping pictures.

These are things that are spread all over the Internet, and it can be said that it is a palette that is difficult to overthrow.

After Wen Lan finished speaking, she sat down, and then Meng Gaohan announced, "The defendant is invited to present its views and evidence."

Zhong Jiamu glanced at Wen Lan, then lazily raised his hand, "Yes, I copied it."