Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

Wu Zhen, who was standing next to Song Zui, saw the contents of the newspaper, and said with some regret: "I didn't expect to collide with Teacher Zhang's thesis."

Hou Quan also smoothed things over by the side: "It's not so easy for our juniors to innovate. It's better to be steady and steady, and learn the freshman stuff thoroughly."

He thought his words were tactful, but the young man said something softly.

"But I've learned it all."

This made Hou Quan unable to speak any more, so he was choked and left straight away. Song Zui turned on his phone and logged on to HowNet, and read Zhang Xiao's paper carefully.

Just as Wu Zhen was about to continue comforting him, he suddenly heard the boy seriously say, "This is not a coincidence."

"This is plagiarism."

Wu Zhen was taken aback by the word plagiarism, but when he read the first draft in Song Zui's hand, the two articles were not exactly the same, but the similarity reached [-]%, which could no longer be explained by coincidence.

He lowered his voice and asked, "Has he seen your first draft?"

"I asked him for advice before, but I never received any advice." Song Zui's voice was unusually calm, "I must be busy copying my article."

This incident had such an impact on Wu Zhen that he didn't hear the different indifference in the boy's voice.

Wu Zhen believed Song Zui's words without hesitation, not because the two had a good relationship, but because he knew that Song Zui was just learning to water flowers and raise cats every day, and he didn't have time to pay attention to other things, let alone make trouble for himself.

But he couldn't do anything about it. An associate professor plagiarized a freshman's thesis, and no one believed it.

It would be great if there was evidence to prove the timeline, but seeing Song Zui's reaction did not leave evidence for himself, he could only sigh.

Wu Zhen knew how hard Song Zui had been working so hard during this time. He never went back to the dormitory until the lights were turned off before dawn. Because of this, he felt unreasonable anger for the boy.

He thought that Song Zui would be unable to control his emotions, but after returning to the dormitory, the boy watered the flowers on the balcony as usual and poured cat food into Song Tiantian's food bowl, as if nothing had happened.

This made Wu Zhen very worried about the boy's mental state, and he cautiously asked Song Zui, "Do you want to vent tonight?"

"There is a boxing gym around the school. Yin Zihan has played it and said it's quite relaxing."

The young man shook his head.

Song Zui quietly trimmed the flower branches, and when he finished everything, he just said to Wu Zhen: "I'm going out."

It took an entire afternoon to go out, and Wu Zhen, who stayed in the dormitory, was anxious, for fear of news that a freshman student had fallen from the building.

So when there was a knock on the door of the dormitory, he opened the door without saying a word, and it wasn't Song Zui who came in, but a mixed-race man with blue-gray eyes.

Wu Zhen recognized the male model he met last time, he poured a glass of water awkwardly: "Song Zui went out and hasn't come back yet."

However, the other party glanced at the cheap paper cup and didn't answer it. He just sat on Song Zui's chair, exuding a critical and arrogant temperament. Wu Zhen suddenly felt that the time was even more difficult.

He Shanting quietly looked at the information on the screen, the boy grew up in a single-parent family, his father was a physics teacher with a clean background, there was nothing special about him other than that.

Since he was promoted to associate professor, Zhang Xiao moved into a new office, and the desk was covered with flowers for congratulations.

The female teacher who joined the job at the same time congratulated him in an envious tone: "Congratulations, you are the only one in our group who was promoted. I don't know where I will go when the employment period expires."

"There must be a good place to go."

Although Zhang Xiao tried his best to remain humble, the joy of being promoted to associate professor made him unable to restrain the smile on his lips, and his eyes were full of spontaneous joy.

He didn't expect everything to go so smoothly. Although it was entrusted to someone, it was not easy to expedite the publication of a paper in a core journal, even if it was just a general core journal.

The quality of the paper is high, and the urgent request was quickly cleared. He successfully published a core paper before the termination of the employment period, and obtained the coveted title of associate professor to stay in Shanghai University.

While he was enjoying the compliment, a young boy's face suddenly appeared by the door, and cold sweat broke out from Zhang Xiao's back.

If it wasn't for Song Zui's appearance, he almost thought that he really wrote the thesis, so he walked out of the office calmly and took Song Zui to a secluded place.

"What are you doing here?"

"You should be very clear about what I'm here for, and why my thesis became yours." Song Zui's expression was flat, "I hope the teacher can give me an explanation."

Zhang Xiao was originally afraid that the thesis would be exposed, but after hearing Song Zui's angry speech, his fear disappeared immediately.

Sure enough, he was just a naive student.

He was afraid that Song Zui would be recording, so he just opened his wallet and threw the 1000 yuan on the ground: "Don't talk nonsense without evidence, I think you are pitiful, so I asked you to come to the office to give you some advice, take the money and leave as soon as possible."

Zhang Xiao didn't pay much attention to Song Zui. A student from a poor family has no power and power, and it will not affect him at all. Even if the boy has a timeline file, it can be said that he has copied his own ideas.

No one would believe that an associate professor would plagiarize a freshman's thesis, and the naive Song Zui poses no threat to him.

After thinking about this clearly, Zhang Xiao walked out without hesitation, leaving only Song Zui standing there alone.

The boy bent down and picked up the money one by one.

He just wants to study hard, why do people always come to bother him?He hates being interrupted.

After Zhang Xiao returned to the office, seeing that Song Zui didn't follow, he thought that the matter had been settled, so he sat on the chair and continued to listen to the compliments.

Although the associate professor is not the end but the beginning for him, he can finally stop publishing papers non-stop and take a short vacation for himself.

He came home after get off work, changed his clothes, shaved in front of the mirror humming a song, and then drove to a new bar.

What he didn't notice was that the moment he stepped into the bar, a teenager with slightly curly forehead also stepped into the bar.

As soon as night fell, the bar was very lively. Under the influence of alcohol, men and women twisted their waists and limbs accompanied by music.

Zhang Xiao ordered a glass of wine at the bar, surrounded by young girls, he tried to talk to him because of his drunkenness, but no one responded to him.

He could only sit and drink alone, and didn't realize that his actions were being watched coldly.

In the box, Yin Zihan showed courtesy to Song Zui: "Brother Song, why did you come to the bar today? I told you earlier that I would pick you up from school."

Seeing that Song Zui ignored him and clapped his hands, a group of male models of different types jumped in. Yin Zihan said to the male model: "This is our brother Song, please treat me well, I'll go out and make a phone call first."

A burst of strong and pungent fragrance rushed towards his face, Song Zui was not used to such a strong fragrance.

A girl with a high ponytail and a red and white sexy short skirt squeezed away the crowd and sat next to Song Zui.

From the picture alone, this scene is quite glamorous. A girl with a high skirt is sticking to her body, without any scruples about her happy life.

But when the "girl" spoke, there was a sense of horror, and the rough voice was clearly a boy from the Northeast: "Brother, you have to take good care of Xiaojiu's business."

Song Zui turned his head expressionlessly.

"I'm sorry I forgot to change the false voice." Xiao Jiu embarrassedly changed the voice of Jiao Didi, "Today's cosplay is Mai Shiranui, and the skirt is a bit short so it's inconvenient to move around."

Xiao Jiu carelessly pulled down the folded skirt: "Brother Song, don't you like this character? I can change clothes. I have whatever look you like."

Hearing the last sentence, the boy finally turned his head and asked calmly, "Is everything okay?"

Zhang Xiao didn't find anyone to talk to in the bar all night. He drank up the wine in his glass and was about to leave disappointed. A girl in school uniform sat down on the chair next to him in a daze.

She was really a very cute girl with fair skin and thin eyes. She was still a high school student who didn't understand anything. When she listened to him talking about mathematics research, her eyes showed admiration, and she kept praising the professor for being amazing.

Under the bottle after bottle of wine, his eyes were full of drunkenness. He wanted to leave, but the girl held his hand.

The string in Zhang Xiao's mind broke immediately, and he led the girl to a nearby hotel. The two quickly kissed each other after opening the room, regardless of whether the door was closed or not.

The moment he kissed him, his body was light and light, and he felt that his fortune had finally come true. Not only was he awarded the title of associate professor, but also a young girl threw himself into his arms.

He took off his clothes and put his hand on the button of the girl's school uniform. When he was about to unbutton it, he suddenly heard the other party's rough voice: "Where did you put your hand!"

"I'm a decent male model, not those wild models from Eastern Europe." Xiao Jiu pushed him away disdainfully, "We don't do prostitution."

Zhang Xiao didn't expect that the other party was actually a man. He felt nausea in his throat at the thought of kissing a boy for a long time, but before he had time to go to the bathroom, he caught a glimpse of a person standing at the door.

It was a pretty young boy with a pair of slender phoenix eyes, and a pointed face with snow-white skin, but because of the abnormally dark pupil color, there was an awe-inspiring implication.

"Song Zui?"

Zhang Xiao spoke uncertainly, Song Zui's demeanor at this time was completely different from his usual quietness, completely different from that innocent and helpless student in the afternoon, which made him shudder.

The young man was leaning against the door and fiddled with the mobile phone in his hand with his head bowed, his tone was still polite, even a little naive.

"An associate professor from a prestigious school slept with a high school girl in a hotel. What do you think will happen if it gets out?"