When Zhao Xiaomo hurried to the classroom, the lecturer was already lecturing, she escaped into the classroom through the back door with her waist bent, and sat down in the back row at random, but fortunately the lecturer didn't notice her.

Zhao Xiaomo breathed a sigh of relief, because the class was not a professional class, and Zhao Xiaomo generally did not plan to listen to the class. She fell asleep directly on the table, fortunately, the teacher did not ask anyone to get up to answer the questions, and in this way, Zhao Xiaomo spent the morning peacefully.

The last class was over, and a group of students poured out of the classroom. Zhao Xiaomo woke up after knowing it, rubbed her eyes, and realized that it was the end of class, and looked at the clock hanging in the classroom. It turned out that it was already noon, and Zhao Xiaomo walked slowly at the end of the crowd.

It's summer, and the temperature outside is as high as 38 degrees, and people who are hot only sweat all they can sweat. Zhao Xiaomo went to the canteen and returned to the dormitory after eating. As soon as he entered the dormitory, the air conditioner in the X-sized two-person dormitory was continuously delivering cold air, making Zhao Xiaomo forget the heat outside for a while. Zhao Nianxi seemed to have no class in Jinting, she was lying on the bed and clutching her mobile phone and didn't know who she was chatting with, and from time to time she let out a silver bell-like laughter.

Hearing this, Zhao Xiaomo was bored for a while, Zhao Xiaomo entered the bathroom, washed off the sticky sweat and dirt on her body, washed up by the way, and came out of the bathroom with her slippers after taking a bath.

Her hair, which had just finished washing and had not yet dried, was wet and dripping water onto the floor. Zhao Xiaomo rubbed her wet hair with a dry towel in one hand, while sitting on a chair and looking at the first draft she had just made last night.

There was a mess on the table, full of discarded drafts she had drawn and scrapped the night before. However, Zhao Xiaomo remembered that she had put the first draft before going to bed, so that she would not find it. After looking for a while, I turned over the table, but Zhao Xiaomo's first draft was still not found.

Zhao Xiaomo suspiciously looked at Zhao Nianxi who was lying on the bed and chatting, Zhao Nianxi seemed to be immersed in chatting and had no time to take care of Zhao Xiaomo. The reason why Zhao Xiaomo put the manuscript on the table last night with confidence was firstly because Zhao Nianxi's profession was different from her, and the manuscript was only the first draft, and it was too useful for her to take it; second, because Zhao Xiaomo's matter had only passed for less than a day, Zhao Xiaomo thought that Zhao Nianxi would stop a little this time, so he put the manuscript on the table with confidence.

Zhao Xiaomo squinted her eyes, it seemed that she still underestimated Zhao Nianxi's demonic level. can give himself the opportunity to stumble, how could Zhao Nianxi miss it?

Zhao Xiaomo dried her hair, and the cold air exhaled to her body one after another, which was very cool. She called out to Zhao Nianxi, "Nianxi, have you seen the manuscript on my desk?" Zhao Nianxi said 'ah', put down the phone, and sat up from the bed.

"What's wrong, isn't the manuscript on the table?" Zhao Nianxi looked puzzled. She looked at Zhao Xiaomo's desk and pointed to the stack of discarded manuscripts that Zhao Xiaomo had just sorted out.

Zhao Xiaomo had already rolled her eyes in her heart, and still patiently asked Zhao Nianxi on her face: "That's not my manuscript, the manuscript I rushed out last night had a date written on it, and it was placed on the table, you can see it at a glance, don't you really see it, Nianxi?" she said, her round eyes not letting go of any change in the expression on Zhao Nianxi's face.

Zhao Nianxi's face was at a loss, as if he was thinking about whether he had seen the first draft on Zhao Xiaomo's desk, Zhao Xiaomo sat on the chair and waited for Zhao Nianxi's explanation, but he didn't expect Zhao Nianxi to have red eyes in the next second: "I really haven't seen your manuscript." Xiaomo, you won't believe me, will you?" Her crying appearance was really moving, but Zhao Xiaomo was immune to her current appearance.

She looked at Zhao Nianxi's red eyes that had been moving at every turn recently, and couldn't help complaining, do you think you are a rabbit? Zhao Nianxi looked back at her and said, "I really don't know."

For a while, Zhao Xiaomo's eyes also turned red - the effect of staying up late was coupled with the fact that she pinched a handful of thigh meat herself.

"Nianxi, my manuscript is very important to me" Isn't it just acting? Zhao Xiaomo gritted her teeth and thought. It's just that she underestimated the thickness of Zhao Nianxi's skin.

Zhao Nianxi jumped off the bed, pulled over the chair, and sat next to Zhao Xiaomo. Zhao Nianxi rummaged through Zhao Xiaomo's freshly sorted out discarded manuscripts, and suddenly, the neat desktop that had just been cleaned up was messed up by Zhao Nianxi. Zhao Xiaomo only felt a small flame rise in her heart, she gritted her teeth and said, "Nianxi, don't forget that there are only us here!!"

Zhao Nianxi was frozen by what she said, and turned her head in disbelief, with a little grievance in her eyes: "Xiaomo, I know that you have a bad heart because of the previous rumors, but you really have to believe me, I really haven't seen your manuscript"

Zhao Xiaomo sighed, there are only two people living in this two-person dormitory, she and Zhao Nianxi live, and usually when neither of them is in the dormitory, they will lock the door. Now that the manuscript is gone, the biggest suspect must be Zhao Nianxi, plus Zhao Nianxi hates her so much. It is very likely that she was the one who stole the manuscript, but she had no evidence, and Zhao Nianxi insisted that she had never seen the manuscript. I can't do anything with her, I can only be dumb and eat Coptis - I can't say what I have to say.

"Forget it, I didn't keep the manuscript properly. I was in a hurry just now, so I yelled at you" Zhao Xiaomo secretly wrote down this account in her heart, regardless of whether Zhao Nianxi stole the manuscript or not, but she definitely couldn't escape it. Zhao Nianxi nodded with tears in her eyes, she really didn't know where the manuscript went.

A few days have passed since the first draft was inexplicably gone, and Zhao Xiaomo happened to have a class with Yang Zhehuan. Speaking of Yang Zhehuan, even if Zhao Xiaomo faced him with no less impulse than his stomach tumbled when facing Zhao Nianxi, his class was very important, and Zhao Xiaomo had to go to this class.

Zhao Xiaomo sat in the small corner of the back row, trying her best not to see Yang Zhehuan, and it was best that Yang Zhehuan couldn't see her either.

As soon as Yang Zhehuan entered the classroom, after scanning the people in the seat with his eyes under the gold wire lenses, he stayed for a few seconds when he swept past Zhao Xiaomo, even if it was only for a few seconds, Zhao Xiaomo couldn't help but get goosebumps.

Yang Zhehuan, who seems to be sven and personable on the surface, colluded with Zhao Nianxi behind his back and tried every means to kill himself. Zhao Xiaomo's gaze at him now is tantamount to looking at some filth in the bathroom, for him, Zhao Xiaomo can only say that he is Jin Yu is ruined outside, and he is blind with a good skin.

Zhao Xiaomo complained about Yang Zhehuan fiercely in his heart, Yang Zhehuan didn't seem to feel Zhao Xiaomo's rejection and indifference to him, and smiled gently at Zhao Xiaomo. However, he is quite popular in front of girls of the same level. When he smiled, the girls around Zhao Xiaomo were whispering underneath, saying that Assistant Teacher Yang was so handsome and wanted to give him a monkey. Zhao Xiaomo ignored Yang Zhehuan.

After a while, the hiccup passed. Yang Zhehuan began to open the information and give Zhao Xiaomo a lecture to them, Zhao Xiaomo experienced a university education in his previous life, and he worked for a few years.

Yang Zhehuan talked about the theoretical knowledge, she turned her pen and listened to it with great interest, anyway, whether she listened to it or not had no effect on Zhao Xiaomo. Zhao Xiaomo propped her head and looked down at the book. Yang Zhehuan looked at Zhao Xiaomo's side several times, but Zhao Xiaomo ignored it, and only thought he was air. Yang Zhehuan didn't care at all and continued to lecture about his class.

Then, as he began to tell the example, a design appeared on the curtain. Yang Zhehuan pressed and held the control key with his finger to pause the PPT.

His clear voice echoed in the huge classroom: "You see, the cherry blossoms of the elements of this work fully show the characteristics of the cherry blossoms themselves, and the whole work is simple and generous, without losing the tension I just said, it is all done well." Personally, it's a great piece of work and I appreciate it. Zhao Xiaomo was still thinking about whether to lie down and squint for a while, and then the class would be out after a while.

But the cherry blossoms in Yang Zhehuan's words made Zhao Xiaomo have a bad premonition, isn't the brooch he designed two days ago the cherry blossoms?

Zhao Xiaomo raised her head, and the curtain was still the same design work. At this look, Zhao Xiaomo's brows furrowed. Isn't this the first draft pattern of the cherry blossom brooch designed by Zhao Xiaomo two days ago? It's just that the details have been perfected on the basis of the first draft, but 95 percent of it is the first draft pattern created by Zhao Xiaomo. At this time, Yang Zhehuan stood on the podium and talked about theories endlessly, and did not notice Zhao Xiaomo's strange appearance. Zhao Xiaomo suddenly raised his hand, Yang Zhehuan was halfway through speaking, and saw Zhao Xiaomo raise his hand. Wen Sheng said, "Xiaomo, do you have any questions?"

Zhao Xiaomo stood up and looked straight at Yang Zhehuan. The people around saluted Zhao Xiaomo, and Yang Zhehuan was uncomfortable with Zhao Xiaomo, and pushed his glasses. Zhao Xiaomo didn't care about Yang Zhehuan's embarrassment, and pointed to the design works in the ppt. In a polite tone, he said, "Assistant Teacher Yang, can I ask who the designer of this work is?" Yang Zhehuan paused for a moment and said a name that Zhao Xiaomo was familiar with but couldn't remember for a while. Zhao Xiaomo was unwilling, how could the work she had worked so hard to create suddenly become someone else's?

"Xiaomo, do you have any problems?" Yang Zhehuan still looked gentle, and didn't seem to be angry because of Zhao Xiaomo's attitude. The students present, especially the female classmates who liked Yang Zhehuan, looked at Zhao Xiaomo's eyes and were not very friendly, and at this time, there were already people in the classroom discussing Zhao Xiaomo.

"What is she, she dares to question Assistant Teacher Yang"

"It's just that I owe it, I just jumped off the building not long ago, and my brain was broken."

Zhao Xiaomo tried her best to stay calm, her eyes clear, and she looked around at the students in the classroom, whose eyes were either disdainful or sarcastic. She cleared her throat and said seriously: "This work is at least 95% consistent with the work I created a few days ago, but the manuscript was lost two days ago. So, I'm very puzzled why my lost original work appeared on Professor Yang's PPT?" Yang Zhehuan pricked up his ears and seemed to listen to Zhao Xiaomo's words very seriously, Zhao Xiaomo straightened his waist and looked at Yang Zhehuan with questions in his eyes.

As soon as Zhao Xiaomo's words were written, the voices of doubts in the classroom instantly became much quieter. Zhao Xiaomo looked like she was swearing, and it really didn't look like she was lying. But how could the display work that Yang Zhehuan took out be plagiarized

Yang Zhehuan faced Zhao Xiaomo's questioning, just smiled gently, and responded: "Xiaomo, whether the manuscript you mentioned is another matter, whether the design works I show are plagiarized or not, how can I know." But in all fairness, it's a good work. Now that the creator of the design work you suspect is also on the scene, you can ask her directly if you have any questions. As he spoke, he looked at a girl in the front row. The girl hadn't spoken until now, and saw Yang Zhehuan looking at her. also stood up and looked at Zhao Xiaomo in the back. Real lady online service, help you find books to chat with you, please micro / letter / search / search hot network article or rd444 waiting for you to tease~