When the fast-wearing boss got the female supporting script

"Shang Hua? It's not mine. It's just an ancient song that I like very much." Meng Meng was very calm, with an appropriate look of confusion on her face, as if it was a strange thing to be asked this question.

She is stable, but Xie Ling is more stable than her.

"Oh? How come I heard that you were responsible for 'Shang Hua'? The whole academy has already spread the news. And you don't seem to deny it." When he said this, Xie Ling's eyes flashed sharply behind his lenses, The tone was slightly aggressive.

At this point, Meng Meng felt a little panicked!

Enjoying the admiration of her classmates, she felt elated for a while. Of course, she did not deny it. Instead, she continued to mislead them, making them even more convinced that she was Yimeng Chang'an, the original creator of the ancient style who was well-known on the Internet.

It's just that those idiots thought she was from Yimeng Chang'an, and she didn't say it herself. It was really annoying that this person kept pulling on her.

"Maybe my denial was not absolute, but it misled the students. If everyone misunderstood because of me, I would like to apologize to the leaders, teachers, and students here."

When the crisis became more urgent, Meng Meng's IQ seemed to come back suddenly, and she did not argue with Xie Ling. Instead, she simply apologized, which instantly dissipated a lot of the doubts that had arisen in the hearts of everyone in the audience.

Looking at the upright and serious Xie Ling, I felt inexplicably that this person was looking for trouble and deliberately made things difficult for Meng Meng.

Some people even began to think about the two people's holidays, and the atmosphere among the students suddenly became a little noisy.

However, facing such a situation, Xie Ling was not afraid.

She didn't seem to hear anything about the pointing around her.

"So, are you sure that the 'Qingluo' you played today is your original work?" Xie Ling tapped her fingertips on the laptop at hand and continued to ask.

"Of course it's my original creation."

Meng Meng replied categorically, the draft was in her hands, how could it not be original?

Seeing the unquestionable expression on her face, Xie Lingyao frowned.

Could it be that I am overthinking it, is it really her original creation?

That……

"Okay, last question. If my question offended you, I would like to apologize to you."

"I heard you say before that you like to write down the inspiration that jumps in your heart anytime and anywhere, and you also take things with you. Does that mean that 'Qingluo' cannot appear elsewhere?"

For some reason, Meng Meng's heart skipped a beat when she heard this sentence, and her right eyelid twitched uncontrollably.

Inexplicably... there is an ominous premonition.

Her eyes flashed, but her mind was quickly weighing the pros and cons.

If you answer 'yes', you will definitely be criticized if you appear elsewhere.

It seems disadvantageous to answer 'no', because she has already said that she is the original author.

How to do it? It's better to compromise.

"All my original works are handwritten in notebooks. As for the other places you mentioned, it's not surprising that notebooks are seen by others!" Meng Meng was already a little impatient.

Hearing her answer, Xie Ling knew that the situation was stable.

Smiling calmly, his tone became light and airy, "Before, you said that 'Green Luo' was made when you returned to your hometown at the beginning of the year, but I have seen 'Green Luo' that is more mature than your work before. Is the secret of it possible? Could you please explain it to the leaders and classmates here?"

The reason why she still remembers it now is because she was so amazed by the song "Qingluo".

The original author once said that green bamboo enters the quiet path, and green radish brushes the walking clothes.

"Qingluo" came into being because of Li Bai's sentence.

The person on the stage has probably never heard this poem before, otherwise why it sounds to her like only words but no ancient meaning.

When Meng Meng heard this, her face changed instantly.