After becoming an Omega, he was targeted by the boss

The young boy stood on the stage, not humble, not overbearing, not timid, he stared straight at Li Hong, with his own strength of character.

The halo that Wen Mo exuded was enough to make everyone focus on him and forget that he was Tang Yuan's boyfriend.

Just as Wen Muqing expected, Wen Mo is an independent person first, and an Omega second. He never needs to depend on anyone. Wen Mo himself is a very powerful existence.

At this moment, every word and every sentence of Wen Mo made Li Hong sweat. He didn't know what the origin of the boy in front of him was, but his calm and composed appearance was really intimidating.

Li Hongqiang pretended to be calm: "If you have any evidence, just show it. Seeing that you are not very old, do you know all the words? Come here to talk about academics and evidence with me."

Li Hong's voice was full of disdain, he had to overwhelm Wen Mo in terms of momentum.

However, Wen Mo was not in a hurry or annoyed, and just glanced at Li Hong lightly, his contemptuous attitude was quite the essence of Tang Yuan.

Even Su Ange couldn't help smacking his tongue, he sighed to Tang Yuan beside him: "It is said that those who are close to vermilion are red and those who are close to ink are black, this is indeed true, Mo Mo really learned more and more black-bellied from you. "

Tang Yuan smiled smugly: "Don't you like it?"

Su Ange nodded and said, "Of course I like it. I like everything about my junior brother."

On the stage, Wen Mo adjusted his documents and ppt calmly, not as if he was avenging Su Ange, but as if he was answering Li Hong's doubts.

In the end, Wen Mo seemed to have finally found what he was looking for, and the projection screen was also frozen on a picture.

That should be a piece of text taken with a camera. The photo should be some years old. Regardless of the paper and printed fonts, it looks like it was more than ten years ago.

And the paragraph above is very similar to the paragraph in Su Ange's thesis.

Before, Wen Mo watched Li Hong's "exposing" Su Ange's PPT, and by chance, he also saw this passage, and the floodgates of his memory were suddenly opened.

It was a late autumn afternoon, and the locust trees outside the house were in bloom, filling the room with a delicate fragrance.

Wen Mo remembered that the house was very lively that day, Xie Muye, Xie Jingke and Su Ange were all there, and Lao Wen and Lao Xie took their three little ones to study a topic.

Because it was a social issue, not very professional, but it was worth exploring. Even though Wen Mo was young, he understood it well, so the two adults also pulled in Wen Mo, a little brat.

Later, on this issue, Laowen wrote about a dozen documents and printed them out.

For a person like Lao Wen who prides himself on being elegant, when he prints out something, he must sign the money, time, and seal by hand.

In other words, this is the time of signing, which is a full five years earlier than Li Hong's "evidence".

When researching this issue, it was a very ordinary day, and the issue was not considered too utilitarian by Wen Muqing, nor was it published.

Perhaps, one day later, Lao Wen printed dozens of copies of these ten sheets of paper and distributed them to his students as classroom discussion questions.

Afterwards, as time passed, the dozen or so pieces of paper fell into Li Hong's hands. Because no one named them, Li Hong shamelessly named them and flaunted them as his own.

This also caused Su Ange to accidentally stumble on this issue, because Su Ange's thesis had just been released, and Li Hong's dissertation was four years earlier than Su Ange's.

It's been a long time, and Su Ange only remembered that the teacher talked about this question in an afternoon more than ten years ago, so he re-investigated this question in depth.

It's a bit embarrassing that this topic was conducted under the guidance of Wen Muqing, and the instructor was also signed by Wen Muqing.

However, although the master and apprentice remembered the general direction of the topic, they couldn't remember the details on the dozen or so sheets of paper, or where the dozen or so sheets of paper went.

However, Su Ange can't remember clearly, Wen Muqing can't remember clearly, whoever can't remember clearly... It doesn't mean that Xiao Wen can't remember clearly.

Facing Li Hong and everyone, he pointed to the screen and slowly narrated: "As you can see, this text first appeared not in Mr. Li Hong's paper, but in one of my father's papers." In this essay, it is about five years earlier than Mr. Li Hong."

As he said that, Wen Mo took out a stack of crumpled papers from the inside of his coat pocket. He held up the stack of papers and said, "Because the handwritten signature is printed, both the paper and the handwriting are there. Identification. In other words, Mr. Li Hong, you copied my father."

Of course Li Hong knew that the thesis he called evidence was not written by himself. He never knew that after so many years, there would be such a thing as a "handwritten version".

He had some doubts about the authenticity of Wen Mo's words, and also doubted the authenticity of what Wen Mo had in his hands.

So he pretended to be calm and said: "Stop talking nonsense here, just follow the inscription on the screen, how did you know such a complicated thing when you were only so old at that time."

Wen Mo nodded slightly, looking very polite, he said: "I'm sorry, I have been sensitive to these research topics since I was a child, and I also cherish these dictionaries.

Especially my father is unreliable, so I sorted out the ashes of the paper documents at home. I also cleared out these dozens of pages every year, so maybe no one in the world knows where these pages are. But I must know. "

After Wen Mo finished speaking, Li Hong panicked even more, but he also pretended to be more powerful. He is worthy of being an old fritter in the society: "You know it if you say you know it. You were a primary school student ten years ago." Quasi-killed.

Wen Mo shook his head, a little helpless: "When I was 13 years old, I had already written two papers in category A, but they were more historical. If you don't believe me, you can look it up."

This time it wasn't just Li Hong, everyone below gasped.

13 years old? Two category A papers?Isn't this a young genius?

Even Tang Yuan couldn't help raising his eyebrows, he only knew that his classmate Xiaowen was a bully in elementary school, so good that even Bai Lao praised him, but he never thought that his Xiaowen could be described as a "genius" .

Only Su Ange smiled with crooked eyebrows, and Xie Jingke's usually cold face melted a little.

That's right, although their junior brother often looks careless, he is also Wen Muqing's son, and he still has a lot of good genes.

For example, Wen Mo is sensitive to words and has an excellent memory. If he is interested in something, he can basically remember where it is after reading it once.

This is also the reason why Su Ange asked Wen Mo to find evidence after crossing disciplines.

Also, when Wen Mo was a teenager, he made a big noise in the archaeological world as a student of Xie Muye. perception of age.

It can be said that age has never been a constraint on Xiaowen. As early as in his teens, he recognized areas that others still cannot recognize when they are decades old.

Jian Wenmo said that every word has evidence, Li Hong is also a little anxious, vaguely aware that he is going to lose his life today, then he will also drag Su Ange into the water, with Mr. Su standing in front of him, others will not notice own up.

Turning his eyes, Li Hong seemed to have caught some flaw, and smiled even more heartily: "Besides, according to your nonsense just now, Su Ange also plagiarized, and the one who plagiarized is still your father."

Wen Mo paused for a moment, and finally frowned. This man named Li Hong was really annoying, how could he cling to him like a fly.

Wen Mo said coldly: "Look at the cover page of my senior's thesis, it says the instructor "Wen Muqing" on it, Wen Muqing is my dad, it's already marked, it's not plagiarism, besides, this thesis is big Part of it is my senior brother's cognition, and those ten or so pages account for a very small proportion."

In the end, Wen Mo looked impatiently at Li Hong: "Do you have any questions?"