Chapter 17 Spend 17
He and Zhang Zixuan had never had any interaction, and they had never even spoken a few words to each other, so he was not on guard, but he did not expect that he would do such a thing.
He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. "You plagiarized my painting and deliberately destroyed my work. Do you think you can win like this?"
Zhang Zixuan sneered: "Plagiarism? Do you have any evidence? The painting has been destroyed by you, who can prove that it is your work?"
Tang Ximian was speechless for a moment, feeling powerless. He knew that Zhang Zixuan had the upper hand based on words alone.
At this moment, Si Yankai pushed the door open, holding a stack of documents in his hand. He glanced at the two people in the studio and immediately noticed something was wrong. He walked over to Tang Ximian and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
Tang Ximian briefly recounted the incident, and Si Yankai's expression gradually darkened. He turned to look at Zhang Zixuan, his eyes cold and icy: "Zhang Zixuan, do you think you can succeed like this?"
Zhang Zixuan remained unfazed: "What can you do to me?"
Si Yankai sneered, "I've been suspicious since I saw you staring at Ximian's painting instead of painting last time. I just didn't expect you to be so bold as to destroy Ximian's work at school."
He pulled out a photo from the documents in his hand and handed it to Tang Ximian: "This is a screenshot of the surveillance camera in your studio. Although there are no cameras in the studio, there are cameras in the corridor. Only Zhang Zixuan entered and left the studio last night, and it was right after you left."
Tang Ximian took the photo, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He looked up at Zhang Zixuan and said firmly, "Zhang Zixuan, do you have anything else to say?"
Zhang Zixuan's face turned pale instantly. He hadn't expected Si Yankai to find such evidence. He gritted his teeth and tried to argue, "So what? This only proves that I entered the studio, not that I destroyed the painting!"
Si Yankai looked at him coldly: "What about the painting in your hand? Why is it almost identical to Tang Ximian's concept? Is this just a coincidence?"
Zhang Zixuan was speechless for a moment, cold sweat oozing from his forehead. He knew he could no longer argue, so he could only lower his head and remain silent.
Tang Ximian looked at Zhang Zixuan, feeling a mixture of emotions. He took a deep breath and spoke calmly but firmly, "Zhang Zixuan, you can't win a competition by plagiarizing or sabotaging others. If you truly love art, you should prove yourself with your own strength."
Zhang Zixuan raised his head, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, turned around and left the studio.
Si Yankai patted Tang Ximian's shoulder and said gently, "Don't worry, we still have time to draw a new one."
Tang Ximian nodded, a glimmer of hope rekindled in his eyes. He looked at Si Yankai and smiled faintly: "Thank you, Si Yankai."
Si Yankai raised his eyebrows, a playful smile on his lips: "What are you thanking me for? I'm your boyfriend, who else should I help if not you?"
Tang Ximian blushed and gently pushed him: "Stop talking nonsense."
The two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere in the studio became relaxed again.
Tang Ximian picked up his paintbrush again, his heart filled with new motivation and new ideas. He knew that no matter what difficulties he encountered, as long as Si Yankai was by his side, he would be able to persevere.
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