Yan Zhuo pushed him in again, pulled his face and asked him, "What did you do when you used my computer last time?"

Chen Zhao pretended to be stupid and said innocently, "I didn't do anything."

"Pretend, reload." Yan Zhuo sneered, his heart was cold.

Is it necessary to plagiarize undergraduate thesis?

Chen Zhao was inexplicably frightened when he saw his smile. He always felt that what was hidden under his skin was what he was afraid of.

Sure enough, in the next second, Yan Zhuo grabbed his collar, pushed him back two steps, and said fiercely, "We belong to the same dormitory, and you dare to piss me off."

Chen Zhao was strangled by the collar and couldn't breathe, and said intermittently: "You...you are talking nonsense, I don't understand, don't be...you have a fantasy of being persecuted, quickly, quickly let go of me, otherwise... ...I'll ask the instructor to reason with it."

reason?

Ah.

Yan Zhuo let go and pushed him along the way, Chen Zhao squatted on his butt without noticing.

Yan Zhuo looked at his cowardly attitude and said coldly, "You've spent four years in college for nothing, and an excellent paper is so important to you?"

Is it so important that you don't hesitate to plagiarize other people's arguments and give up your dignity as a college student?

Chen Zhao lowered his head slightly and didn't speak, and he didn't talk back.

In any case, they lived together for four years after all, the classmate friendship is not fake, and Yan Zhuo didn't want to make a big fuss, reminding him: "If you go to the academy to admit your mistake, this matter is just fine, I won't pursue it, if If you don't go, let me tell you."

Chen Zhao pursed his lips and didn't speak, and he didn't have the attitude of admitting his mistake at all.

Yan Zhuo looked at his hair and cursed angrily, "Why are you so useless."

Chen Zhao raised his head with hatred, he was the youngest of his family, and he was expected to grow up by his parents since he was a child. In a hurry, he took a fork in the road.

When he borrowed Yan Zhuo's computer that day, he accidentally clicked on Yan Zhuo's thesis and ppt. He thought it was good, so he copied some of his own words, but he didn't think so. was discovered.

At this time, his face was like being slapped a few times, and it was burning hot. Now that you're embarrassed, keep your mouth shut.

"You framed me, I didn't." He shouted, suddenly jumping from the ground and hitting Yan Zhuo.

Yan Zhuo was caught off guard, and was hit by his brute force against the bed rail, knocking his lower back against the corner of the desk, and the pain made him almost burst into tears.

This is what Zheng Yi saw when he entered the door.

Yan Zhuo lowered his head and leaned against the table with his hands on his waist, while Chen Zhao clenched his fists and stared at Yan Zhuo.

Zheng Yi's heart tightened, and hurried over to stand in front of Yan Zhuo, squinting and said to Chen Zhao, "If you have something to say, you have to do it?"

Zheng Yi looked like a smiling tiger, Chen Zhao shuddered involuntarily under his gaze, Yan Zhuo's helper came, if the two in front of him fought or played with him, he would definitely not be able to deal with it.

"What's wrong?" Zheng Yi saw that he didn't speak, and went to ask Yan Zhuo again.

Yan Zhuo ignored him and said directly to Chen Zhao: "This matter is not over, you have to be responsible for what you do, and wait for the academy to report."

Chen Zhao was not at all afraid of him speaking out, and there was no evidence anyway.

But he was afraid of being beaten, so Chen Zhao quickly opened the door and ran out before Yan Zhuo and Zheng Yi started.

"What's going on?" Zheng Yi asked again after Chen Zhao left.

Yan Zhuo tugged at his hair, and told him everything in an irritable and depressing manner.

"Fuck!" Zheng Yi said angrily, "I just kicked him because of it, what the hell is this?"

"Forget it," Yan Zhuo said, "it's not necessary, I'll leave this matter to the academy."

"It's okay," Zheng Yi glanced at Yan Zhuo up and down, and said worriedly, "I see that your face is not very good, if you feel unwell, go to the hospital quickly."

"It's okay." Yan Zhuo shook his head.

In fact, he has something to do, and now there is a fire burning in the head of his stomach, which makes him nauseous. He grabbed the corner of his clothes and forced himself to suppress the uncomfortable feeling, and then pretended to be nonchalant and said to Zheng Yi, "I...I still have something to go out, don't get involved, I'll take care of my own affairs by myself. deal with it."

Zheng Yi wanted to say something else, but Yan Zhuo interrupted again: "Graduation is approaching, don't make a fool of yourself, you are fine."

Yan Zhuo had already said this, and Zheng Yi did everything to create trouble for him, so he stopped talking.

"Then tell me if you have something to do. I can't do it. When I get the diploma, I will beat him up for you."

Yan Zhuo was amused by him: "I see."

Song Yan was stopped by him when he changed shifts with Song Qiao.

Song Qiao said, "Let's go to the back garden for a walk."

The Chinese roses were in full bloom in May. They strolled along the stone path and stepped on the uneven stones to the flowerbed.

The faint fragrance is refreshing, Song Yan rarely showed a smile.

"You're in a good mood recently," Song Qiao glanced at him and asked, "Is there something good?"

"What can be good." Song Yan said casually.

Song Qiao said: "For example...emotional aspects."

"uh-huh?"

"Like... have you and someone made any great progress."

Song Qiao was still going around in circles, but Song Yan interrupted him and asked, "What exactly do you want to express?"

Why is it still so uncute... Song Qiao glared at Song Yan before saying, "You...you and Yan Zhuo, what's the matter with you!"

Song Yan: "What do you think is going on is what is going on."

He has a very "love whoever" attitude.

"This, this..." Song Qiao said "this" for a long time, and finally said two words: "Okay."

"..."

Song Yan was speechless.