He lowered his hand from the violin, his gaze steady as he looked at the judges. "It is not a coincidence."
Lily's eyes narrowed. "So you admit it?"
"Of course not." Garnett's eyes swept past the judges and landed on a smug-looking Gavin. "The plagiarist is Gavin. It was him last time, and it's him again."
"You're lying!" Gavin shouted. "You stole my work and refuse to admit it! I thought you'd learn your lesson, but you actually have the nerve to lie right to the president's face. Little did you know, I was prepared. My score isn't just registered with my tutor; it's also posted on my public social media account!"
He pulled out his phone, opened his profile, and played the audio track for everyone.
"The chorus section really is similar to Garnett's," someone noted.
"Even the chords match. This can't be a coincidence!"
One of the judges immediately caught the most important detail. "Gavin posted this audio a week ago. Garnett, you say you didn't plagiarize. Do you have stronger proof?"
Garnett bit his lip, feigning reluctance. "No."
Gavin smirked. He had prepared flawlessly. He posted the audio early and paid a hacker top dollar to infiltrate the platform and alter the timestamp. There was no coming back for Garnett now!
"You said it yourself, the facts aren't clear, meaning anything is possible," she argued. "Dean, we all know Class F has been dragging down Apex Academy's overall performance for the last two years, both academically and professionally. With so few students left, the class is on the verge of being disbanded. I strongly suspect there's more to this. Someone is likely pulling the strings behind the scenes to keep Garnett in the academy and save Class F from being cut."
"You're slandering me!" Jack was livid.
Lily fired back. "I never named you, Jack. Why are you panicking? The evidence is right in front of us. Your student stealing work is an undeniable fact! That alone shows your incompetence in managing your class. If you can't even handle that, you aren't fit to lead Class F!"
"You—" Jack was furious but struggled to find a solid counterargument. He looked desperately at the Dean. "Dean Ablitt, my student would never do this. You have to believe me!"

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