"Don't tell me that after Cheng Yun's death, her creative inspiration ran into your head, so she painted exactly the same work as her, and even that graduation thesis ......"

"Shen Li, you probably don't know, Cheng Yun discussed it with me when she finished writing her graduation thesis, so I am the person who knows best what is written in it, except for her."

"And the paper you handed in was the one she discussed with me at the beginning, and it didn't even have bad punctuation."

"Come on, tell me, if this doesn't count as plagiarism, then what is plagiarism?"

Faced with such a question, Shen Li was silent.

But after being silent for only half a minute, she spoke again: "Chen Aiqing, what kind of person Cheng Yun is, do you really know it?" ”

Her rhetorical question made Chen Aiqing stunned for a moment: "What do you mean?" ”

Shen Li: "I'm asking, when you were your good friend Cheng Yun who was eager to hold her in the palm of your hand at school, do you really know what kind of person she is?" ”

Chen Aiqing said "heh": "I have been with Cheng Yun for four years, I know better than you who she is." ”

"Shen Li, don't just talk about it if you can't stand up for it, now I'm talking about your plagiarism."

Shen Li shrugged his shoulders: "It's still the same sentence, I didn't plagiarize, but there is one thing, you are right, the original creator of the work and paper is indeed Cheng Yun." ”

I admit that the original creator is Cheng Yun, but I am embarrassed to say that there is no plagiarism?

It's really shameless, invincible in the world.

Chen Aiqing looked at Shen Li incredulously, really didn't understand how she had the face to say such a thing.

Without waiting for her to speak, Shen Li continued: "Back then, it was Cheng Yun who came to me and said that he wanted to give me all the works and papers. ”

"Chen Aiqing, you heard me clearly, it's for me, send it!"

"She has already given it to me, it is mine, since it is mine, how can it be said that it is plagiarism?"

"Impossible!" Chen Aiqing didn't think about it, and directly denied it, "Cheng Yun can't send the works and papers to you." ”

Shen Li crossed Erlang's legs, and his feet in champagne-colored high heels shook slightly: "So, you don't know your good friend at all, and you don't know anything about what happened to her." ”

Chen Aiqing: "You made it clear for me!" ”

Shen Li looked leisurely: "Originally, people have been dead for so many years, and it is not interesting to bring out the past things and talk about it, but if you want to know, it doesn't matter if you tell you." ”

"Cheng Yun once had a miscarriage, do you know?"

Chen Aiqing's eyes widened suddenly.

Shen Li said "heh": "You also said that it was your best friend, you didn't know that such a big thing happened to her." ”

"But at that time, except for Cheng Yun herself, there should be only me, after all, I promised her to keep it a secret, and I am a very honest person."

"Impossible, impossible," Chen Aiqing's eyes were blank, and he whispered in his mouth, "Impossible, you lie!" ”

Shen Li raised his chin: "I didn't lie, in the women's toilet of the teaching building, I found bloodstains, and the hospital where she was sent to, will the doctor's diagnosis in black and white be wrong?" ”

Chen Aiqing clenched his hands into fists and slammed the armrest of the sofa hard: "You are talking nonsense!" ”

"Lie to the dead at night, aren't I afraid that she will come to me in the middle of the night," Shen Li stood up and looked like he was leaving, "In short, this is the case, believe it or not." ”