The suit jacket slipped and she draped it over her arm.
Both boys and girls drew a little breath.
Angel was a beautiful woman, and her looks and gestures made like like a handsome man.
Angel walked slowly down the steps.
She glanced over the noisy boys, smiling.
“As a TA, I appreciate your courage!”
Her voice was pure and beautiful, but her tone was cold and full of sarcasm.
Aydin and Harvey had not yet sat down, looking at Angel.
If Hugo had spoken, they would have refuted.
But facing Angel, they both gulped.
They were thinking of their words.
Angel had ambled up the steps and stood in the middle of the room.
“You said you got up early to finish your homework, but you got slandered by Professor Jordan. But is this your work?” She spoke sarcastically, casting a scornful glance at the rioters.
“You said that it is tired to study in a university, who told you it is not tired to study in university? Do you think you will have a good life and don’t have to study hard when ou are admitted by M Univeristy? Do you think money can solve all the problems?”
They were unpleasant.
“Miss Angel, you are still yong, do you’t have to lecture us. We might as well tell you some great truths about life!”
Instantly there were heckles and laughs.
Angel folded her arms and looked coldly at the laughing men.
The laughter grew awkward.
Harvey said, “Miss Angel, is there any evidence that we are plagiarism?”
The man he found had been working for the students at M University for years. They were all original and without duplicates.
Angel looked at him and, without looking back, pointed to a PowerPoint presentation on the multipurpose whiteboard. She was holding a page-turning pen.
A design suddenly appeared on the screen.
Angel looked at the design. “Gee, this is the work of Harvey. It is original, ingenious, and bright in color.
Harvey's face could not help revealing satisfaction.
Angel looked at him. “Harvey, I just want to know who drew this picture for you and how much did you pay for it?”
Harvey's face changed and he said firmly, “I didn't spend money, this is my own design!”
Angel's lips twitched, “Calm down, I just want to remind you that you got ripped off. If you didn't pay for it, you lost nothing, but you'd better not use this man in the future, because it was so clear that he was fooling you!”
Angel pressed the page-turner pen.
Another picture was immediately shown, and the room fell silent.
Angel smiled. “Harvey, do you see now why I said you were tricked? Your work won a prize fifteen years ago, but the prize was not popular, so few people know about it. In our industry, fashion is important. This man must have thought that no now would know a work out of date.”
The original work, the original author and the trophy appear on the screen.
Harvey widened his eyes, “Shit! How dare he fool with me?”
Angel's eyes were sharp.
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