This was the day that Jiang Feifei and Song Ning's bet ended.
Because the second volume of "Calabash Brothers vs. Transformers" has never been released, Jiang Feifei felt that she had won.
The cultural troupe finished rehearsing and everyone was taking a break.
Jiang Feifei actually took the initiative to provoke him. "Song Ning, don't forget that today is the last day of our bet."
Seeing that Jiang Feifei was so shameless, Song Ning simply stopped pretending and said, "I haven't forgotten."
“But the one-month deadline has passed, and the second volume hasn’t been released yet. Therefore, you’ve lost.” Jiang Feifei sneered. “So, a bet is a bet, and you’re out of the performing arts troupe.”
"Hehe, it's still uncertain who will win and who will lose."
Song Ning took out her sample copy from her bag. "This is the publisher's sample copy. The second issue is out, but it's under review. It will be on the market soon. So, you lost. You're not the author."
Jiang Feifei was immediately shocked, "How do you have a sample copy?" She didn't have any.
Song Ning raised an eyebrow. "What do you think?"
"You must have bribed someone at the publishing house!" Jiang Feifei exclaimed angrily. "I'm the author. This must be fake."
After saying that, Jiang Feifei tried to snatch the magazine and tear it to pieces, but Song Ning held it high, out of her reach.
Immediately, a crowd gathered around. Everyone wanted to see what was going on.
Seeing that most of the people had arrived, Song Ning spoke up.
"Today, in front of everyone, I want to announce something: Jiang Feifei is not the real author. As you can see, the second issue of the sample copy has already been released. If she were the author, why wouldn't she have a sample copy?"
Upon hearing this, the people around immediately started discussing it.
"Yeah, yeah. Could it be that Jiang Feifei really isn't the author?"
"Maybe so, I've never seen her paint."
Hearing everyone's doubts, Jiang Feifei couldn't hold back any longer and screamed, "No, I am the author. The bet is up for a month, and the fact that the second book hasn't been published means I won. Song Ning is trying to mislead people."
Song Ning smiled slightly, thinking to herself that Jiang Feifei was truly stubborn and wouldn't learn her lesson until she hit a brick wall. Since that was the case, she might as well stop pretending.
"To tell you the truth, the sour lemon is actually—me."
After he said that, everyone present was stunned.
Jiang Feifei was even more incredulous, her beautiful eyes wide open. She gritted her teeth, "How could this be? How could you be Sour Lemon? Sour Lemon is clearly me."
How could Song Ning, a capitalist's daughter, possibly draw such good comic strips?
She doesn't deserve it!
"Whether it is or not, everyone will know once they see it."
After speaking, Song Ning took out the publisher's mailing receipt, the royalty receipt, and the copyright grant contract from her bag and displayed them all in front of everyone.
"These are the evidence: royalty receipts and publishing contracts. Jiang Feifei, do you have them?"
Jiang Feifei gritted her teeth and staggered a few steps. She couldn't believe it. Could Song Ning really be the author?
If that's true, why didn't she say so earlier? Why wait a month to see her make a fool of herself?
hateful.
This Song Ning clearly set up a trap on purpose, designed to embarrass her. She's absolutely vicious!
Jiang Feifei dug her nails deep into her palms, her heart filled with intense hatred for Song Ning!
But she still tried to calm herself down and chuckled, "Song Ning, you clearly stole mine. I was wondering where my royalty receipt and contract were; it turns out you stole them."
Immediately, the people around started talking about it again.
"This is a real and fake Monkey King game. Who is the real author?"
"Could it really have been Song Ning who stole it?"
Hearing this, a hint of smugness flashed in Jiang Feifei's eyes, feeling that she had won back the game.
At this moment, Yuan Yan walked over from the crowd and made a suggestion.
"It's easy to find out who the real author is. Look, the comic books have the author's signature on the back. Just get them to sign at the same time and see."
"yes."
Everyone thought this method was very good.
After all, signatures are very difficult to forge.
Soon, everyone took out paper and pens and had Song Ning and Jiang Feifei sign their names at the same time to check their handwriting.
Song Ning, unhurriedly, simply signed her name with a flourish.
After all, she designed that signature herself.
It's extremely difficult for the average person to imitate.
Jiang Feifei felt a little guilty, after all, she had never even looked at comic books, let alone imitated signatures.
Even now, the way he holds the pen is trembling.
Everyone was teasing her, "Jiang Feifei, why haven't you written it yet? Don't you know how to write it?"
Jiang Feifei had no choice but to bite the bullet and start writing.
As a result, when the signatures of the last two people were compared with the original, the outcome was obvious.
That is—
Song Ning is the real sour lemon.
Seeing that she could no longer hide the truth, Jiang Feifei had no choice but to slink away.
But Song Ning blocked her way.
"Jiang Feifei, a bet's a bet. So, you said you'd get out of the army, do you still stand by your word?"
"I--"
Jiang Feifei immediately fell silent.
Seeing this, the others also shouted, "Jiang Feifei is shameless, impersonating an author, get out of the army!"
"Jiang Feifei, get out of the army!"
...
Immediately, protests against Jiang Feifei arose one after another.
Jiang Feifei's face darkened instantly, and for a moment she just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
It's truly a case of everyone kicking someone when they're down!
Now, her reputation is completely ruined throughout the entire military.
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