Xiaobaihua is not pretending anymore!

The young man's voice was very soft, but Zhang Xiao's hands and feet felt cold, as if he was in a world of ice and snow in December.

He suppressed his panic: "You have no evidence."

Photos alone can't prove anything. If photos can judge a person, what do courts need to do?

"You don't need evidence."

Song Zui, who was leaning against the door, looked up.

Zhang Xiao was about to refute the sudden understanding of the young man's determination. If this matter was exposed, it would definitely cause heated discussions in the public opinion.

Everyone thought about what they had seen, and believed that the associate professor of a prestigious school had sex with an underage female high school student.

No matter how he explained it, it would be regarded as a sophistry after the incident. Not only the Shanghai Conference was forced to expel him by public opinion, but other colleges and universities would not hire him.

It can be said that his scientific research path has been cut off here, and others will look at him with colored eyes.

At this moment, Zhang Xiao's eyes were ruthless and his eyes were dull. Originally, he didn't pay attention to a student from a poor family.

If Song Zui had planned for three or four days, he wouldn't be so scared, but the young man's reaction was almost instantaneous, as if he was used to wandering between black and white.

He regretted that he provoked a little monster because of his wavering.

Zhang Xiao took a deep breath, and said with a bitter face: "I can...I can publicly apologize for plagiarizing your paper, and I hope you can forgive me."

The tip of his tongue was filled with deep bitterness. He knew very well how serious academic fraud was, and the punishment could range from expulsion to serious punishment. Cheng M School could deal with it lightly because of his own admission of mistakes.

The boy didn't care about his pain, and reminded him lightly.

"And my mental damage fee."

Zhang Xiao couldn't help but feel his temples twitch when he heard the word mental damage fee. Song Zui knew that he was plagiarized for less than a day, so there was a reason to ask for mental damage fee?

But it is Song Zui who holds the initiative, and he has no room to refuse.

Song Zui turned his head to look at him.

It wasn't until he said 10 yuan that the young man raised his eyes in satisfaction. Zhang Xiao couldn't help but ask before walking out of the hotel fully dressed, "Where did you get the money to find someone?"

Judging from Song Zui's plain attire, he doesn't look like someone who can afford money. He was wondering if he was a relative or friend, when he heard the young man behind him answer, "Didn't you give me the money this afternoon?"

Hearing this answer, Zhang Xiao gasped in his chest, and a strong metallic smell came out from the bottom of his throat. He was equivalent to ruining his future with one hand.

When he walked out of the hotel, his face was as pale as white paper, and even his footsteps were vain.

At the same time, when he came here, he was full of ambitions, but now Zhang Xiao is full of regrets in his heart, and his whole person seems to be ten years older. If he can give him a chance to start again, he will do anything.

And Song Zui returned to the bar as if nothing had happened. He looked like an ordinary student knocking out the door to play, and gave Xiao Jiu the agreed money in the dark.

Xiao Jiu counted the money and smiled happily: "Next time you have a good business, come to me again, but I won't pick up the professors from the mathematics department. Hearing about matrices and algebra makes me dizzy."

The male model, who was still wearing a high school uniform, rolled his eyes at the last sentence, obviously disgusted, and Song Zui gave him five hundred more.

With a vivid mind, Xiao Jiu immediately figured out what he meant: "You can rest assured that we all have professional ethics in this industry, and we will definitely not tell this matter."

Song Zui went to the box to get the books without saying a word. Today, because Zhang Xiao delayed his study time, he had to hurry back to school.

The boy's heroic eyebrows frowned, and he was no longer calm and calm as when he was in the hotel, as if solving Zhang Xiao was far less worthwhile for him than reading a book.

In the dormitory, Hou Quan is previewing tomorrow's textbooks. Unlike Song Zui, who is high-spirited, he pays attention to down-to-earth reading.

What's more, Song Zui's thesis is watery. Because of his classmates, he will not tell about the suspected plagiarism of the teacher's thesis, but he always looks down on it in his heart.

When he was preparatory, the school committee member who was lying on the bed and playing forums suddenly sat up straight, and the noise made him jump.

Hou Quan was dissatisfied and said, "You cheated on the corpse."

"Ms. Zhang issued an open letter admitting to plagiarizing students' papers!" The academic committee's voice was full of strong surprise, "He is crazy."

Cheating and cheating in academia is nothing new under the sun, but it was the first time I saw myself reporting myself, and it happened to be my first day as an associate professor.

If it wasn't for the students in the Department of Physics who rejected feudal superstition, he would have wondered if Mr. Zhang had been demoted, and why he was rushing to ruin his own future.

"Song Zui?"

Hou Quan didn't expect Song Zui to be so courageous that he sent out the plagiarized thesis directly, and he might drop out of school now.

"How do you know?" The school committee said in an unbelievable tone, "Teacher Zhang not only admitted to plagiarizing Song Zui's thesis, but also said that he would be paid 10 yuan for mental damage. Our physics class is going to be famous in the school. "

"Ms. Zhang plagiarized Song Zui?!"

Hou Quan stood up from the chair in shock, thinking that he had heard wrongly, Song Zui had something worth copying by Teacher Zhang.

"If it weren't for Zhang Xiao's own confession, no one would believe it." The academic committee didn't even call out the teacher, "Shanghai University has such a teacher who has no morals, but Song Zui's thesis should be very good. thought."

Hou Quan's heart was full of deep confusion. In the education he received, being down-to-earth is the most important thing, but Song Zui really wrote a thesis in his freshman year, and it was a thesis that the teacher would think about.

If it is said that he had a slight intention of comparing Song Zui before, after all, everyone is the best who has been promoted from all over the country. Although there is a gap, no one accepts the other.

But feeling the difference between heaven and earth today, Hou Quan completely dispelled this idea, why compare with monsters.

In the dormitory next door, Wu Zhen looked at the man on the chair, after thinking about it, he mustered up the courage to say, "Something may have happened to Song Zui."

The second his voice fell, he felt the temperature in the air suddenly cool down, and the man's strange eyes were filled with ice, and he was almost so frightened that his legs went limp.

Wu Zhen swallowed his throat and said, "Today he found out that his respected teacher had copied his thesis review title, because there is no evidence and there is no way to report it, Song Zui said something in the afternoon and left."

"I thought he would come back after going out for a while. I didn't expect that he hadn't come back at this point. The phone was turned off and couldn't get through. I was worried that something might happen to him."

Wu Zhen's tone was full of annoyance: "Hey, I should report to the counselor this afternoon."

He thought he was very concerned, and his voice was trembling, but the man on the chair gave him a worried look, and made a call.

Wu Zhen didn't know who the other party was calling. While waiting, he suddenly thought of Yin Zihan. Yin Zihan must know more people than him.

Thinking of this, he immediately dialed Yin Zihan's phone, and the noise of the bar came from the phone, and he cut to the chase: "Song Zui is missing."

"Are you an idiot?" Yin Zihan said in a low voice, "Brother Song is sitting here properly."

At the same time, He Shanting heard his subordinates report the result respectfully on the phone: "We found it, and it's in the Heaven and Earth Bar in the east of the city."

Song Zui originally wanted to finish the book and walk out of the bar, but the male models Yin Zihan hired surrounded him, and Xiao Jiu squeezed beside him to pass drinks.

Yin Zihan listened to the phone and persuaded: "Brother Song, don't worry about playing. You can go back in my car in a while, and I promise you can go back to the dormitory before the lights are turned off."

Although he just got a huge sum of 10 yuan, the boy is still a frugal person at heart, and he sat down in the box when he heard that he could save the bus fare.

Song Zui was still wary of a place like a bar where fish and dragons were mixed up. He quietly looked at the book in his hand and didn't drink the wine handed by the male model.

A male model asked quietly: "Are you so unwilling to contact us?"

"No."

The young man politely explained the reason: "Chao Huan, I heard that your male models have to pay for food and water. I can't afford this price."

Although he is Cheng Xiandong ⑼ひ琼曦心#, he has a deep understanding of how much money male models spend.

You need money to talk, you need money to meet, you need money to buy clothes, and to put it simply, you need money to do everything.

"Brother Song, who did you listen to? This is a complete slander!" When Xiao Jiu heard this, she was like a cat whose fur had exploded, and the other male models were also filled with righteous indignation.

Before Song Zui could answer, Yin Zihan handed over the phone: "Wu Zhen suddenly called to ask if something happened to you."

He answered the phone and said, "The thesis matter has been settled. Don't worry about me. I'll go back to the dormitory later."

Wu Zhen on the other side breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and was curious about how Song Zui solved it, but he didn't ask too much because the bar environment was too noisy.

As for why Song Zui went to the bar, it's easy to understand. Although the boy usually doesn't drink at all, it's normal for him to drink when he's unhappy.

When Wu Zhen was about to hang up the phone, He Shanting snatched the phone, and when he heard Song Zui's voice, his expression relaxed a little.

Even though he knew that nothing had happened to Song Zui, he still wanted to pat Fox Cub's head, he must have been wronged.

You and I condemned each other over the phone.

"You must have been fooled by the wild models outside. Our male models sell alcohol in the bar, at most they will be on stage for a while. How can we charge for food and water?"

"Brother Song, if you want to look for it, you can look for a serious male model like us. Maybe the consumption of drinks is a bit high, but we don't charge money randomly."

"For a good-looking benefactor like you, don't say that we can repay the money, just give us a face and have a drink."

He Shanting couldn't hear the emotion and let out a sigh, feeling that when he was worried in the dormitory, that little brat was happy in the bar.

And Song Zui keenly heard He Shanting's voice, and his mind went blank for a second or two: "I can explain."

In the bar, he just read books and didn't even touch the wine. Before he said this, a male model came over: "What's the matter with playing in the bar? Enjoy the happiness of adults."

The next second the call was hung up, Song Zui stared at the phone in his hand in silence, unable to explain clearly.