If Mao Xia really plagiarized Chu Xiang's manuscript, he should give her an explanation. Otherwise, Chu Xiang, a high school student, will be ostracized by his teachers and classmates and given a social lesson by the police and the school for having his manuscript plagiarized.
How can this student's life possibly be good?
“Teacher Zhang, these two are our students. We cannot tolerate students making mistakes or being wronged. Teaching and nurturing students is not just about imparting knowledge, but also about teaching them how to be a person. No matter how good their grades are or how prominent their family background is, if they don't even understand the basic principles of being a decent human being, what qualifications do such students have to be outstanding representatives of Dezhong Middle School?”
With Principal Ji's statement, Zhang Zhihe no longer hesitated. The Public Security Bureau was very close to Dezhong Middle School, so the group went to the Public Security Bureau in a large entourage.
"We cannot record videos here. Recording interviews requires approval from higher authorities."
The cameraman and the reporter were stopped as soon as they arrived at the door.
Mao Xia, a worldly-wise woman, showed no sign of nervousness even when surrounded by numerous police officers. Chu Xiang, on the other hand, had never been to a police station before and appeared somewhat uneasy.
This won't work; it's easy for them to be intimidated into confessing.
Chu Yu patted her younger sister's hand, "Don't worry, I'm here. I'll protect you."
Chu Xiang nodded and smiled at Chu Yu. It's so good to have an older sister. She'll always stand by her side and fight for her. If her sister isn't afraid, what is there for her to be afraid of?
Chu Xiang breathed a sigh of relief.
A policewoman brought over a water glass. Mao Xia stared at her, feeling that the person looked familiar. Right, she and Mao Guangyu were old classmates and had even eaten at the Zhou family's house before. Zhou Fangchun said that the relationship had been taken care of, so she must have given this policewoman money.
If that were the case, the female police officer would definitely protect her.
Mao Xia was full of confidence.
The female police officer came over with her notebook, glanced at her, and recognized her immediately, but didn't say anything.
"Name."
"Mao Xia."
"age."
18.
...
After some questioning, Mao Xia recounted what had happened, and cried with tears streaming down her face, "Police officers, you must uphold justice for me. I wrote the book. They wronged me and accused me because of personal grudges. I am so innocent!"
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