Chapter 81 My Mentor's Disgrace
With his reputation at stake, Professor He glared angrily and rebuked, "Jing Ling, are you still my student? How dare you say such things! Go home and reflect on your actions for three days."
“Professor, I only said these words because I regard you as my mentor. I will give you three days to handle this matter properly. Otherwise... I will have to go to the police station to explain the situation. After all, there is a victim here with me.”
"15 yuan is just the cost of a few bottles of paint and a few meals to you, but for an ordinary family, it's two to three months' living expenses, or even a child's school fees. Professor, my mentor, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
Professor He is an artist, which is quite strange. He advocates liberating one's nature and letting go of oneself. He doesn't want to be restrained in anything he does, but he also attaches great importance to the traditional etiquette of "respecting teachers and valuing the way" and cannot tolerate the slightest rebuttal from his students.
Pointing at the wooden door, he angrily said, "Get out! Get out of here! We'll issue a notice today to expel you from the Academy of Fine Arts."
Yunxia: ...Just now we were showing such a deep bond as master and disciple, and now you're going to sever ties? Are you kidding me?
"Heh! Let's get rid of them then, who's afraid of who!"
After saying that, he took the girl's hand and strode out of the studio. Before leaving, he glared at Mo Qinglan, who was eavesdropping at the door.
On the way back to the store, Yunxia poked the back of his hand.
"Hey, big brother, are you really planning to betray your sect?"
"The circle is too comfortable, everyone has forgotten how others make a living. Little Butterfly, once a teacher, always a teacher. Look at the kind of people around him. Mo Qinglan, that bastard, is very black-hearted. It's only a matter of time before the professor suffers a great loss."
"Oh, I see. You want to use the Grey Pigeon Little Chirp incident to give us a wake-up call."
The boy smiled mysteriously and said, "Little Butterfly understands me best!"
"What's the story behind Mo Qinglan and Lin Shu's plagiarism allegations?"
"It's a long story..."
Mo Qinglan and Lin Shu were classmates at the Academy of Fine Arts, studying under a renowned teacher. Lin Shu had an average appearance but was exceptionally talented, winning numerous awards for her paintings and receiving high regard from the school. She was hailed as Professor He's successor.
Mo Qinglan's qualifications are decent, but in an art academy full of talented people, she would be out of the running. However, with her high EQ and good looks, she is very successful in the academy and has won the hearts of many girls, including Lin Shu.
In the Qingya Painting Competition, the two entries were extremely similar in conception, composition, and style. Lin Shu provided the original manuscript, and the organizers judged Mo Qinglan to have plagiarized.
Later, through some unknown means, Lin Shu publicly issued a statement claiming that Mo Qinglan had not plagiarized, that it was all a coincidence, and that the two shared a soul connection and were destined partners.
Lin Shu is Professor He's stepdaughter. With her help, Mo Qinglan's status at the Academy of Fine Arts rose to another level, giving her the confidence to confront the son of Jiangcheng's richest man in the hall.
"Tsk tsk, totally love-struck. Wouldn't it be better to be beautiful and successful on your own?"
What does "love-obsessed" mean?
Ugh, this damn language gap!
"It means that all you can think about is being in love, and you're willing to give up everything for it, such as your career, wealth, and dignity!"
"Hey, now that you mention it, the term 'love-struck' really suits Senior Sister Lin Shu. Little Butterfly, when you grow up and meet someone you like, please don't be like that!"
Upon hearing this, Yun Xia was immediately speechless and rolled her eyes at him. "Heh, how old am I? This is a long way off. I'm thirsty, I want some cream ice cream."
"Wait, I'll buy it for you!"
To prevent the "Lin Shu" phenomenon from happening again, Feng Jingling secretly decided to keep a close eye on Xiao Hudie. Anyone who dared to pursue her would have to get past him first.
The cool, smooth cream ice cream instantly dispelled the heat from their bodies as soon as it entered their mouths, and the two ate it while hurrying back to the store.
"You must be so hot. Sit down and rest. Auntie will cut some melon for you."
The chilled watermelon was even crisper, sweeter, and more refreshing. Yunxia ate it while recounting what had happened at the art academy.
"Well, it's good that the money is back and the lock is installed. As for calling the police... there's no need." That's a professor, after all. Ordinary people can't afford to offend him.
"Godmother, you don't need to worry about this. If the professor doesn't resolve this matter quickly, someone else will 'seek justice' for us!"
"ah?"
“Aunt Wu, let the art school community handle its own affairs. We just need to focus on managing our little shop.”
Upon hearing this, Wu Lifang felt a huge weight lifted from her heart. She picked up a slice of watermelon and began to eat it slowly.
Whether Professor He was overconfident that the Grey Pigeon incident would have no impact on him, or simply didn't take Feng Jingling's words to heart, he didn't take any action for two whole days.
On the third day, major newspapers suddenly published stories about the grey pigeons stealing money. The headlines were exaggerated, implying that someone was using their pets to steal other people's property. There were also victims who complained bitterly, and Professor He was immediately thrust into the spotlight.
The Jiang family had a habit of subscribing to the morning newspaper. When they saw the headline "Grey Pigeons Steal, Who Will Pay the Bill?", they vaguely guessed the content of the article. As they read on, they raised an eyebrow and thought to themselves that it was just as they had guessed.
According to regulations and morality, Professor He should have paid for it, but he neglected to do so, and the drawer full of valuables became a source of pride for Grey Pigeon's intelligence. In reality, the owner of the lost items should have paid for it.
"Wow, a big editor, your writing is quite good." The tone was flippant, but upon closer inspection, it also carried a hint of schadenfreude.
"Big brother, aren't you worried that our mentor will... be disgraced?"
"Phew, he has plenty of options, don't worry about him. Give me the newspaper, I want to cut out the column and keep it as a souvenir."
As he spoke, he snatched the newspaper, found a pair of small scissors, sat down to the side, and quietly began cutting paper.
Yunxia stared wistfully at her dark palms, shook her head helplessly, and turned to go to the storage room to wash her hands.
Jiangcheng, the art academy in the city center!
Professor He, who usually had a kind face, was extremely agitated at this moment. He slammed his fist on the table and said angrily, "How can Xiao Zha's behavior be described as 'stealing'? He even said that I instructed him to do it. This is an insult to my reputation. I will sue him until the newspaper goes bankrupt."
"Dad, don't read these newspapers. Don't get upset. Let's issue a statement explaining what happened, and return the stolen goods three times the value. Only then can we win the victim's forgiveness and let this matter rest."
The word 'steal' enraged Professor He. His stepdaughter's nagging annoyed him, and he suddenly swung his arm, causing Lin Shu to stagger backward.
Seeing this, Mo Qinglan quickly helped her up. His broad hand 'accidentally' touched her private parts, making her heart flutter and her face turn red with embarrassment. She had no mind to think about how to resolve the matter.
He gently helped her sit down, giving her a look that said, "Don't worry, leave everything to me!" Lin Shu felt as if she had fallen into a honey pot, sweet inside and out.
“Professor, the owners are gathered in the lobby, waiting for an explanation. Why don’t you take Xiaozha and the valuables from the drawer and apologize to them in public?”
As an assistant, how could I not know the professor's sore spot?
Sure enough, upon hearing this, Professor He threw down his paintbrush and angrily said, "Absolutely impossible! Xiao Zha is absolutely right. It is their honor to have their treasures chosen!"
Mo Qinglan raised an eyebrow and glanced in the direction of the door with an inscrutable expression.
At the entrance of the art studio, the troublemaking victim and the receptionist with a worried expression could both hear Professor He's loud voice.
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