Chapter 126 - 126: Wasn I t It Rumored That She Was Fair, Rich, And Beautiful?
After Learning How to Read Minds, Mr. Huo Takes Me to Bed Every Night!
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Although Tong La had already learned that Nan Xing was shameless, she was still shocked by her shamelessness. Relying on pure acting skills to distort black and white, all these irresponsible words came out of her mouth.
âDo you think youâre the only one with a draft? I have one too!â Nan Xing took out her phone and showed the manuscript to the dean. She said, âDean, youâll know after you see it. I didnât plagiarize anyoneâs work. I won the award on my own.â
âAs for you, Tong La, did Lin Wanli ask you to slander me? Does she want to force me to death before she will stop?â
After reading Nan Xingâs draft, the dean looked troubled.
This was because their design concepts were completely different, but they were both logical and self-consistent. Indeed, he couldnât accuse Nan Xing of plagiarism just because her style was different.
âIf you canât provide any more evidence, or if the time your draft was created was earlier than Nan Xingâs, then I really canât conclude who plagiarized this design. â
âTong La, you were the one who posted the post on the school website, right? I really didnât expect you to be so shameless as to hit me when Iâm down. Although I did do something wrong, not everyone can step on my head. Those who are truly capable wonât be afraid of your suspicion. I want you to apologize to me publicly. Otherwise, Iâll sue you for slander!â
Outside the office, there were already a lot of students watching the show.
Students who had seen the situation yesterday and today, they realized that Nan Xingâs expression was exactly the same as yesterday at Yuebo. Even if the evidence was thrown in her face, she could confidently push the blame to others.
Tong La finished reading Nan Xingâs design drafts from the dean and laughed, âI didnât expect you to really leave a backup plan in case of an emergency.â
âTong La, this is my own design. Get this straight, you stole from me, not me!â Nan Xing poked Tong Laâs shoulder with her finger as she spoke. She continued, âI didnât want to pursue the matter because we were roommates, but I can only express my regret if you insist on being a b*tch. Not only do I want you to apologize publicly, but I also want you to compensate me for emotional damage.â
âTong La, do you have any new evidence?â the dean asked Tong La.
At this moment, Nan Xingâs lips curled up, revealing a fearless and provocative posture.
Rui Jing looked at Tong La and tugged at the corner of her clothes.
However, Tong La shook her head.
Outside the door, there was an uproar among the students who were watching the show. Everyone knew that the person who plagiarized was Nan Xing. But how could they prove it?
âHow can a plagiarist have evidence?â Nan Xing was still adding fuel to the fire.
She said, âTong La, I want you to kowtow to me in front of the entire schoolâ¦â
âKowtow? Isnât this too much?â
âTong La, hurry up and get the evidence! â
âCould it be that Tong La really produce another piece of evidence?â
âWho says she canât produce evidence?â Just as everyone was sweating for Tong
La and Nan Xing was feeling smug, a clear male voice came from the office door.
Everyone looked over and saw the famous genius teacher of the music department appear at the door of the department headâs office with a computer.
Tong La looked at the person who had just arrived and frowned. There was a hint of nervousness on her face.
âTeacher Jiang, why are you here?â asked the dean.
The man walked in with his laptop, opened his email, and told the dean, âTong La made this design manuscript two years ago. I was the one who suggested that she keep it for her graduation design.â
The dean looked at the time on the mailbox and confirmed that the teacherâs words were true. He said, âThatâs right, this is the earliest time when the design manuscript was released. However, why did Tong La send it to you?â Tong La looked at the music teacher nervously. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om
She even hinted to the teacher to stop talking, but she received a comforting look from him.
âWhy not? As a teacher, I have the responsibility to guide a girl who has just begun to fall in love. I understand that sheâs unwilling to produce evidence to protect my reputation. However, as a teacher, I have the responsibility to protect my students. I canât hide behind a child. Besides, sheâs really outstanding. I donât want to ruin her future because of this.â
After hearing the music teacherâs words, everyone came to a realization.
âSo, there is no doubt who the design manuscript belongs to. The real plagiarist is Nan Xing!â
Nan Xingâs expression changed and she retorted, âThatâs impossible!â
âNan Xing, Teacher Jiang has already taken out the email to prove that Tong Laâs draft was completed much earlier than yours. Could the email be faked? Since you insist on being stubborn, we can only openly investigate your drafts in a detailed manner. At that time, the one who will be embarrassed will only be you.â
Nan Xing tried hard to control her flustered expression as if she could no longer make up a story.
But at this moment, Tong La quickly came out to explain.
âI only exchanged a few emails with Teacher Jiang. After I understood Teacher Jiangâs thoughts, I didnât disturb him anymore. I didnât make it public because I didnât want to bring unnecessary trouble to Teacher Jiang. I hope everyone will show mercy and not gossip so much about this.â
As a university student, it was normal for her to have some ignorant thoughts. Especially when faced with a talented and good-looking young teacher, but she knew her limits and did not cross the line. What was there for outsiders to criticize?
âWhy are you pretending to be noble?â Nan Xing said sarcastically, âDonât you just want to show off?â
âNan Xing, not everyone lives as vain and materialistic as you.â Tong La retorted, âThe design drafts are mine. I have the right to decide if I want them back or not. Because I know that there are some things that are far more important than the so-called vanity and benefits. You will never understand these.â
âAre you guys ganging up on me?â Nan Xing Xincai didnât want to know whether it was important or not. She only knew that no one could stop her from changing her fate.
âNan Xing, according to the school rules, you will be forced to withdraw from school,â said the dean.
âI donât want to. Iâm not wrong! You canât dissuade me.â Nan Xing started her tricks again.
At this moment, an old couple in ragged clothes pushed aside the students at the door and peered into the office.
The students quickly moved away because of the stench emitted by the two of them.
Nan Xing, on the other hand, was completely shocked and panicked in that instant.
She even turned around, not wanting to be recognized.
Butâ¦
âNan Xing, youâre here? I went to your dormitory to look for you, but I couldnât find you,â said the old lady. She was in her early fifties and dressed strangely. Her body was hunched and her hands and feet were deformed. It was obvious that she had suffered from the root of her illness due to years of labor.
The man next to the old lady was skinny and dressed very plainly. His face was covered with age spots.
âNan Xing, why are you still standing there? Arenât you going to introduce us to your teacher and classmates?â
At this moment, Nan Xingâs face turned red and she was extremely embarrassed.
She wasnât afraid of being ridiculed or ridiculed by others, nor was she afraid of being suppressed or retaliated against. However, she was afraid that others would see her state of poverty.
This made her feel even more uncomfortable than stripping her clothes.
âWasnât it rumored that sheâs fair, rich, and beautiful? Then this isâ¦â Someone in the crowd asked..