Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The evidence that Qiao Ai plagiarized her work is almost certain.

The results are clear.

Master Steven didn't think for long before he raised his head and said to Qiao, "You can't go to the Curtis Institute of Music."

"Teacher." Qiao Ai panicked, yelled in a panic, and struggled to get up from the bed.

Master Steven was unmoved. This time he was very resolute. He shook his head and looked at her to dissuade her and said: "The Curtis Institute of Music is a prestigious music school with top students from all continents. Your talent is not as good as yours." Not top-notch, but I have always thought you are a talented student, and I personally admire your arranging style. Even if you do not meet Curtis's study abroad qualifications, I applied for this place for you..."

Of course Qiao Ai knew this. She knew that Steven was willing to accept her in the first place because he liked her arrangement style.

But that style is not her style, it is Qiao Nian's style!

She had no choice but to imitate.

Go steal it!

Qiao's lips couldn't help but tremble, her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, and she couldn't say a word. Her eyes turned black and she almost fainted. She almost had to hold on with one breath to prevent her from rolling her eyes. Fall down.

"Now I want to take back your place. And from today on, you will no longer be my student!" Steven's expression was serious and solemn, looking at her with blue eyes and said: "I can allow myself to have a talent that is not so talented. Top-notch students, but I cannot allow my students to have bad moral character on the piano. This is my bottom line."

"..." Qiao's throat seemed to be strangled.

She didn't expect that Steven would directly expel her from the school. Her eyes widened involuntarily. She could barely force herself to calm down before, but now she couldn't calm down at all. Her pretty face was as white as paper. , it broke as soon as I poked it, and I wanted to get up from the bed in a panic, making excuses for myself incoherently.

"I admit, Qiao Nian helped me change the arrangement."

The next second, she emphasized: "But I wrote that music myself! I wrote the music first and then gave it to her for her to look at. It's not considered plagiarism at all."

"Whether you have plagiarized or not, just search online for the release time of the clips you stole. Qiao Ai, are you sure you want us to check online on the spot." Ye Wangchuan looked very casual, but every word he said was clear Send Qiao Ai into endless hell!

He didn't even give Qiao Ai time to react. He raised his eyebrows and ordered in a clear voice: "Gu San, check with Master Steven."

Qiao Ai was really panicking this time. The ends of her eyes were red. Before the man standing at the door of the ward could check, she screamed: "Don't check!"

It's not obvious that she's not that excited.

Ye Wangchuan had just suggested that he could check the evidence online, and she suddenly became so excited that it was basically confirmed that she had plagiarized.

Shen Jingyan's eyes widened in astonishment. He didn't expect that even the works that Qiao Ao won at the Grammy Awards were plagiarized from others.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a moment, and instinctively frowned in disbelief: "Aha, you?"

Qiao Ai didn't dare to look at him at all, his face was as pale as fragile white paper, his lips were trembling, his eyes were twinkling, staring at the blond man, his voice was fast and soft: "Teacher, believe me, I don't, they They framed me, they..."

Her throat was dry and tight, as if there was a piece of cotton stuck in her throat. At this point, she could no longer speak.

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