When Aquaman crossed over to the Otome game, the car overturned

As for the evidence, Wen Lan remembered that she had already thrown it away.

At first he did have reservations, but after hearing Yi Wenbai's threats, who would dare to keep the evidence at home?

Wen Lan took advantage of the dark and windy January night to get rid of all the things.

What he didn't know was that when he went downstairs, two plainclothes men followed him all the time, and after he threw the thing out, they picked it up again.

A huge garbage bag quickly ruined the aloof appearance of the bodyguard in black, and some people even wondered if the business of gangs/gangs was not easy to do, and they started picking up trash.

When everyone saw the garbage bag, they were surprised at first, and then couldn't help covering their mouths and giggling because of the weird picture.

No one on the Internet is so reserved anymore, the real-time dynamic comments below are all [ha ha ha ha ha ha] [233333] [big brother 66666].Evidently everyone was having a great time watching it.

"Your Honor, I have samples of the graffiti wall at that time and the analysis data report of the paint, can I submit it?"

Meng Gaohan nodded, "Yes, please ask the jury to accept external materials on behalf of A."

Generally speaking, it is impossible for a formal court to accept materials from people in the public seats, and it can even be said that the public seats have no right to speak.

But the campus court is not a formal court after all, and friends or roommates will be asked to bring materials all year round, and then rely on assistance to make a show.

As soon as the item was submitted, the matter was clearly out of Zhong Jiamu's or Wen Lan's control. The standard inspection report was thoughtfully divided into ten parts, and the jury had one part and there was still a surplus.

Zhong Jiamu wanted to cover his face in embarrassment.

Why is this trial so complicated...

A large bag of plaster was opened, and some fragments of the original painting could still be seen inside. As soon as Xiao A opened the bag, he was choked by the ashes and coughed.

After Xiao A opened it, he signaled to Meng Gaohan that he needed to discuss it, so Meng Gaohan knocked down the small hammer, "The jury needs to verify this material, rest for 10 minutes, and continue after 10 minutes."

At this moment, Zhong Jiamu received a message from Zhong Liu.

[Zhong Liu: Where is your case trial?I have arrived at the gate of the school. 】

Zhong Jiamu looked at the time again, and before he knew it, nearly two hours had passed.

He pretended not to have seen the news, silently put away his phone, and prayed silently in his heart that his brother would never come looking for him.

Before they knew it, the comments below the live broadcast platform had exploded.

If the Q&A between Meng Gaohan and Zhong Jiamu was just collusion and nothing can be proved, then the inspection report submitted by Yi Wenbai is tantamount to stamping the official verification of the previous situation.

[It turns out that Winkin plagiarized? 】

[This melon is too big, I'm a little stingy to eat it]

【impossible!The inspection report must be fake! 】

[I don’t know where the wall dust came from. The person who submitted the evidence is absolutely the same as the wooden dog. The wooden dog is too insidious! 】

[Stop calling others stupid, Zhong Jiamu is the real creator. 】

[It was found out that Zhong Jiamu and Wen Lan went to the same high school, and Zhong Jiamu was two years older than Wen Lan. 】

[Zhong Jiamu also attended Noble High School in Z City, that is to say, your winkin probably saw this painting on the graffiti wall of the school back then, and then plagiarized it. 】

[Oh my god, so Zhong Jiamu is the real original author? 】

[Zhong Jiamu was scolded so badly before, and there was that Wen Lan who was vicious and rhythmic. 】

[It is said that in the Z Academy of Fine Arts, Zhong Jiamu is almost to the point where everyone shouts and beats him. 】

Cyber ​​violence is often invisible and intangible, but it can cause great physical and mental harm to people.

But now, all the damage that Zhong Jiamu suffered was about to be reflected back on Wen Lan.

Wen Lan has more than [-] fans on Weibo, but those more than [-] fans obviously can't stop the crowd at this time, and some fans even began to doubt and turn black after watching the live broadcast.

All of this was what Zhong Jiamu wanted in the past, but not what Zhong Jiamu wants now.

The next time the message bell rang, Zhong Jiamu saw Zhong Liu's message displayed on the screen.

【Zhong Liu: [Picture]】

[Zhong Liu: The students in your school are really nice. I asked about the place, so I rushed over immediately. 】

The little Zhong Jiamu in his heart has already started to ring the mourning bell for this.

He is finished.

In this short 10 minutes, Zhong Jiamu felt like his days were like years.

When Meng Gaohan and the other two jury members appeared, Meng Gaohan hit the hammer again.

"quiet."

"The inspection report and materials have been checked and confirmed to be correct. It is the painting on the graffiti wall."

At this time, Zhong Liu had found the location, but he was stopped at the door.

The people from the student union took the signboard of the staff and blocked the door of the lecture hall with their hands, "Sorry, classmates, the court trial is now going on, and outsiders are not allowed to enter."

Zhong Liu was very angry, "I'm Zhong Jiamu's brother."

The members of the student union were also very embarrassed, "Student, even if you are Zhong Jiamu's father."

The campus court this time has attracted a lot of attention, and the seats of the public seats are all strictly in accordance with the system of one person, one vote. However, even so, there are still many people who try to muddle through.

Zhong Liu was obviously not the kind of person who would just let it go. He watched the live broadcast of the court going on, and Yi Wenbai suddenly raised his hand to submit the materials. At this time, Zhong Liu had a plan.

"I have evidence to present," he said, "something that is very important to the verdict in this case."

People from the student union were skeptical, so Zhong Liu simply took out his phone and played the video stored in it.

The hand that originally blocked Zhong Liu trembled because of guilt, and finally withdrew it back without confidence.

There was only a bang, and the door behind the exhibition hall was suddenly opened.

Everyone's eyes instantly shifted from the trial seat to the visitor.

A man who was [-] to [-]% similar to Zhong Jiamu stepped in. He walked very calmly, and he was even in the mood to wave to the defendant Fang Zhong Jiamu.

"Hi, my dear brother."

Those familiar words made Wen Lan almost think that Zhong Jiamu had sex skills.

[Who is this? 】

[Fuck, can't you?Is this reversed? 】

[Is this a campus court?Are you sure this isn't a TV show? 】

The people in the auditorium were also discussing in low voices, everyone was guessing what this man from heaven was doing here?

Zhong Jiamu looked at Zhong Liu with tears of despair in his eyes.

Zhong Liu walked straight outside the cordon, and asked, "Where is the trial? Do I still need to submit video materials?"

"There's no need for anything," Zhong Jiamu said quickly, "This matter is coming to an end, it's coming to an end!"

Meng Gaohan asked, "What video?"

Zhong Jiamu collapsed, "There are no related videos, Professor Meng, please pass the verdict!"

"It's in my phone," Zhong Liu snuck in as soon as he scooped up the cordon, "I remember that we need to be fair about the materials, right? Is there a projector here?"

Zhong Jiamu was in a hurry, he went up to stop Zhong Liu, "Brother, brother, there is really no need, the matter is coming to an end."

"Hey, how can I not use it?" Zhong Liu took out his mobile phone, "This is simply a disappointment to my gorgeous appearance."

Zhong Liu and Zhong Jiamu were about the same height, Zhong Jiamu raised his hand, and grabbed the phone directly before Zhong Liu was prepared.

It's just that at some point, He Wen suddenly appeared behind Zhong Jiamu. He gently and skillfully pulled out the mobile phone from Zhong Jiamu's hand, and then placed it in front of Meng Gaohan's desk under Zhong Jiamu's dazed gaze.

Just like that, Zhong Liu happily made up the knife, "The password is six six, Judge Meng, hurry up and check it out."

Crucial and important evidence needs to be published. After Meng Gaohan checked and confirmed that it was important evidence that needed to be publicized, the person next to him took Meng Gaohan's mobile phone and connected it to the projector.

At this time, the test report on the projector was displaying the last page, and then it was linked to Zhong Liu's mobile phone.

Zhong Jiamu tried his best to save him, but it was a pity that he was held in He Wen's arms, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

At that moment, Zhong Jiamu had only one thought.

He is finished.

[What can make Zhong Jiamu so nervous? 】

[Is it evidence of Zhong Jiamu's plagiarism? 】

[Maybe it's evidence that Zhong Jiamu copied the paintings on the graffiti wall? 】

[Let me make a bold guess. In fact, both Zhong Jiamu and Wen Lan copied the painting on the graffiti wall, but the sequence is different. 】

[Exciting and exciting, this is really fun. 】

The first video was clicked to play, and Zhong Jiamu's face was the first to be captured.

"The purple pigment is not enough, and I have to add some broken violets."

The person outside the camera asked, "Why don't I just go outside and buy you a box of paint for you to color, how many times have you retouched it?"

"The meaning is different," Zhong Jiamu held the brush, as if he was trying hard to remove a little more paint, "the purple violet flower language means that in the dream, I choose to fall in love with you."

"No way? All the pigments you have prepared from plants have been selected?"

Zhong Jiamu covered his mouth with the hand holding the paintbrush, and smiled shyly.The purple paint that had been stained on the back of his hand stuck to his face, leaving a purple spot.

"Then you draw this painting, are you going to bring Xi Xingjin over to see it later?"

Zhong Jiamu's face turned crimson at that moment, and he nodded shyly after a while.

"When the painting is finished, I will bring him over to see it."

In the end, Zhong Jiamu looked at the camera with some anxiety, "You should be able to see it? I drew him."

The video was still playing, He Wen leaned down slightly, but put his mouth close to Zhong Jiamu's ear, and controlled his voice so that only Zhong Jiamu could hear it.

He said: "Really? This painting of yours was originally drawn for him."

The warm air flowed over the pinnae, and Zhong Jiamu's whole body stiffened. Only now did he realize that there was a bigger problem than the live broadcast of black history.

Zhong Jiamu swallowed a mouthful of saliva. At this moment, he didn't dare to look back at He Wen's face, and said tremblingly, "It's like this. I think I can explain this matter."