Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

A Weibo seems to be mocking and ironic, and also put a few pictures. It is a comparison chart made by Mu Xiaoyuyu. There is also a very professional analysis.

This Weibo was bought hot by fans of Qin Yu. Qin Yu itself is an extremely enthusiastic blogger. Within an hour, there were 10,000 comments.

Such a big movement, naturally, the official of the Beijing Association also saw it.

"I read, it seems that there is indeed plagiarism..." Several people in charge of the Beijing Association's official blog looked at each other, but they didn't know who was the one who copied it. "What now?"

"I remember that Master Wei seemed to have spoken Qin language plagiarism last year, so she was not accepted as an apprentice?" The other person's mind flashed abruptly, and he suddenly remembered the matter.

This matter is related to Master Wei and his apprentices. The people in charge of the official blog are just ordinary members. This matter has too much influence. A few people dare not make the decision without permission and can only contact Master Wei.

**

The Beijing Association also has a lot of eyes on Qin Ran.

In particular, the other party became Master Wei's chief disciple, and countless people wanted to make this happen.

There are no fewer people falling into the rocks.

It soon reached Dai Ran's ear.

After the last exhibition match, Dai Ran's position in the Violin Association has plummeted. He has not been in a good mood for the last two days, until the news of the shock this evening.

"Teacher Dai, this is indeed a coincidence..." The people around thought a little and whispered, "But Qin Yu published one year before Qin Ran, this is the fact."

Dai Ran laughed, his eyes cold: "If Qin Ran could make such a tune a year ago, why didn't he come to Beijing Association today?"

As soon as this sentence came out, Dai Ran nodded.

Such excellent music, ordinary people can't wait to know the world, where is there a reason to release it slowly for a year?

Dai Ran obviously thinks the same way. If this matter is true, it will obviously hit Master Wei's credibility and status.

He directly dialed Qin Yu's phone number.

This matter has been fermenting for several hours, Qin Yu has been staring at it, panicking.

When the phone rang, she almost jumped, but she resisted herself and went to the balcony to answer the phone: "Hey, teacher."

"Do you know what happened on Weibo? Don't be afraid? Just tell the teacher, did the score you did a year ago, is there any evidence?" Dai Ran's voice was steady.

Obviously I believed her. This sentence gave Qin Yu, who had been uneasy, a stimulant.

She took a deep breath and looked at the students walking downstairs, making a fixed statement: "It's me, I still have the manuscript."

The manuscript is old.

Is the best evidence.

**

Wei family.

Master Wei has just returned, and recently Wang Zifeng is going to M Chau. Master Wei is helping to unblock the procedure. He has not returned until ninety in the last two days.

"How is Master Sun's progress today?" When he returned home, Master Wei took off his coat and took over the tea cup delivered by Uncle Hai.

"Good today, already trying to manage some small businesses." When referring to Wei Zihang, Uncle Hai's expression also eased a lot.

Wei Zihang suddenly changed his mind during the summer vacation, and came back to receive family training.

Until now, basically Uncle Hai accompanied him.

As a result, Uncle Hai did not follow Master Wei in these two months.

Master Wei nodded slightly and sat down at the dinner table. The Beijing Association's phone call came at this time.

Uncle Hai went to the sofa to answer and smiled with a calm expression.

Master Wei pressed his temple, then reached for a bowl of soup, and slowly drank, feeling that Uncle Hai's expression was wrong, he could not help raising his head, squinting: "What's going on?"

He put down the bowl.

"Master, there is indeed something..." Uncle Hai frowned, and briefly told Master Wei about the things on Weibo.

After Master Wei heard it, he dropped the chopsticks in his hand with a “slap”.

He made people turn out the Weibo of the Qin language fans and saw the comments of the following people at a glance.

[Is it still a senior student of Beijing Association?A blood book begs Beijing Association to remove her!

[Two blood books!

[Is the Beijing Association crazy?Such people also accept?It is a disgrace to the violin world, and it hurts Miss Qin Yu.

[Because she is an apprentice of Master Wei, she can fearlessly copy plagiarism?

[I heard it was still a student of @, Master Wei, what are you saying?

[...]

Things fermented overnight and intensified.

Master Wei is so angry that he can't eat anymore. Whose music sheet can he know?

"Master, let's go to Miss Qin?" Uncle Hai whispered, "Just let her send out her manuscript."

"Where does she have the manuscript?" Master Wei pressed the temple. Qin Ran didn't even know the value of her manuscripts before, and it was too easy for her to succeed. This is also a shortcoming in her body. If you throw it around, if you don’t reach perfection, you throw it away."

because……

She probably didn't think that she was like garbage, and others would be the best.

Uncle Hai was stunned. He didn't expect it to be like this, and his expression became serious at this moment: "Her manuscript... wouldn't it be picked up by Qin Yu?"

This kind of thing in the art world pays most attention to evidence.

Whoever publishes first, you have to come up with evidence.

Qin Ran has no manuscripts, and no video, and there may be manuscripts in Qin language. The most important thing is...the video of her playing the violin a year is still there.

This is the most direct evidence. Qin Ran has only videos from the past few days, which can easily be brought to the rhythm online.

Master Wei knew this piece of Qin language a year ago, but at that time he could not produce any substantive evidence. He could only mention a little. At that time, it was really troublesome. Finally, people on the Internet may not even say that he Pressing the head hard, Qin Yu admitted to plagiarism.

Now that the pressure of online public opinion is too great, more people will unconsciously favor the weak.

It is similar to the current situation.

Some netizens' three views are very strange. It is commonly known that you are weak and you are reasonable. Just a marketing number can drive public opinion away, which way to call, this is not the subject of Master Wei's dare to underestimate Qin Ran's future.

As he walked upstairs, he lowered his head and called Cheng Jun.

As for Qin Ran's... her violent temper, Master Wei dare not mention it to her.

Fearing that she would just lift the knife and go to Qin Yu...

After all, it was not a few years ago...

**

Over the night, there was no movement from Master Wei, and there was no movement from Qin Ran.

Qin Yu got up from the bed, and his mind became more and more active.

She knew the person of Qin Ran very well, and she did not speak for so long, indicating that she may have no evidence!

Qin Yu's heart jumped fast.

She looked at herself for one night and added thousands of comments on Weibo, all of which comforted her. No one thought it might be Qin Ran who she copied.

Fans who have risen by 100,000 are still on the rise.

Does the Beijing Association want someone with a history of plagiarism?

Without Qin Ran, wouldn’t she be ranked first?

Qin Yu opened the Weibo editor and posted a Weibo message saying that she composed the music at the school a year ago. Many people in the school could prove this.

To this end, she also circled several of the school's early classmates.

At that time, she did practice the violin in the art building of Hengchuan No. 1 Middle School, and many people knew about it.

Today is the second day of the opening of the journal. No need to stay in school. Qin Yu also went back to Shen’s home, turned over his luggage, took out the violin score, and took a photo to Weibo——

[I wrote it after one month.

**

Ting Lan.

Qin Ran was still in the room, the curtains were not opened, she was sitting in front of the computer, her cold fingers jumping on the keyboard.

Lines of code jump out.

After a long while, she pressed the "enter" key, and the beating code was converted into an IP address. Some familiar eyes, Qin Ran narrowed her eyes.

But she didn't care. She just put on her headphones and said to Chang Ning, "It's solved, you let the giant crocodile leave."

Chang Ning responded, "OK."

Just hung up the phone and quickly contacted the giant alligator.

Qin Ran didn't turn off the computer, just went downstairs with a tea cup.

Downstairs, Cheng Jun stood in the hall and seemed to be calling someone. When she saw her coming down, she hung up immediately.

"Go to dinner." He pointed to the dining table, and then sat down on the other side, turning his cell phone casually in his hand, his expression somewhat cold.

His eyes were almost unabashed.

Qin Ran took a bite of rice and couldn't help it. "Something please me?"

"Who begged..." Cheng Jun looked at her halfway through the conversation and turned halfway, even though the tone was not like asking for help. "No, God, I really have something to ask you. I heard that you have a birthday growth record. Lend me Look?"