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Unfriendly comments continued to clamor in the live chat. Jiang Jingshu spent several hours live-streaming her painting, and the number of viewers in the live stream suddenly decreased.
Jiang Jingshu didn't mind and just silently continued drawing on the computer.
Jiang Jingshu prefers to pick up a pen and put it on paper rather than use a digital drawing tool, as it gives her a sense of groundedness.
After finishing a painting, Jiang Jingshu held up her tablet, proving that she could create such exquisite works without AI.
I thought the matter would be over, but the next day, news of her bullying her classmates started circulating on the internet again.
As a result, Jiang Jingshu has been particularly exhausted these past few days, as her life has revolved around the word "debunking rumors".
Jiang Jingshu deeply understood the saying, "It takes only a mouth to spread rumors, but it takes a lot of legwork to refute them." She really didn't expect that Wang Shengli's old story would be brought up again.
Moreover, in Wang Shengli's case, no matter how you look at it, she was also a victim.
Xie Zhijin was standing downstairs in Jiang Jingshu's dormitory building. When Jiang Jingshu came down, she saw Xie Zhijin standing downstairs.
She walked wearily toward Xie Zhijin, who gently took Jiang Jingshu's hand and warmed her palm as usual. The weather was getting colder, and Jiang Jingshu sighed, "It's getting colder these past few days, and your hands have gotten cold too."
"No, I don't think so." Xie Zhijin glanced at the sky. "There's been a lot going on these past few days, Jiang Jingshu, you've really worked hard."
Jiang Jingshu leaned gently on Xie Zhijin's shoulder. She hadn't looked at social media for a long time. In the past few days, her social media account had been flooded with private messages. Jiang Jingshu had opened it out of curiosity and found that they were all asking her to stop writing and apologize.
“I’ve already done the live stream to prove my innocence, but they even said my video was photoshopped.” Jiang Jingshu said wearily, “Now they’re saying my work is copied from other people’s pictures and plagiarized other people’s designs. I really can’t clear all of these things up.”
Jiang Jingshu truly had no other choice. The public's doubts were overwhelming her like a vast ocean. Xie Zhijin simply held Jiang Jingshu's hand and said, "What they're doing is spreading rumors. Why don't you take legal action?"
Jiang Jingshu simply sighed, "I can understand their desire to protect original works."
Therefore, she did not want things to escalate to this point.
However, her series of clarifications seemed rather weak. Jiang Jingshu leaned quietly on Xie Zhijin's shoulder and said, "Xie Zhijin, did you also go through these things when you became a streamer?"
Xie Zhijin didn't move, but steadily let Jiang Jingshu lean against him, saying, "Jiang Jingshu, you are much bigger than me now."
Xie Zhijin is just a gaming blogger with two million followers. His job is to take on boosting services and stream for a while in the evening.
Despite this, there has been a lot of controversy surrounding him, and many unfriendly comments always appear in his live streams, which he ignores and ignores.
However, Jiang Jingshu has more than a million more fans than Xie Zhijin, making her somewhat famous. Since the official announcement of her work went viral, many people have approached her to commission her work, and Jiang Jingshu has been very serious and responsible in drawing each piece.
In addition, many fans came to chat with Jiang Jingshu. For a period of time, Jiang Jingshu especially liked to read private messages. She enjoyed reading all kinds of people in the private messages. Some asked her for advice on relationship problems, and some confided in her about the pressure of college entrance exams.
Jiang Jingshu was happy to resolve these issues. Every time she finished talking with her fans, she would proudly tell Xie Zhijin, "I've helped another person."
Xie Zhijin would praise her, saying she was very capable and great.
Jiang Jingshu poured all her heart and soul into her self-media career, but in the end, she blocked other people's path.
Jiang Jingshu understands that no one would falsely accuse her of abusing AI without reason, nor would anyone dig up her past without cause.
Jiang Jingshu never expected that these things would not only affect her, but also the people around her.
Xie Zhijin and Jiang Jingshu were having dinner together. Xie Zhijin handed Jiang Jingshu a warm milk tea, but Jiang Jingshu was absent-minded and lost in thought.
Xie Zhijin quietly got up and gently touched Jiang Jingshu's head with his forehead.
Feeling the warm touch on her forehead, Jiang Jingshu came back to her senses.
"Jiang Jingshu, thinking too much can easily lead to insufficient qi and blood."
"Insufficient Qi and blood?" Jiang Jingshu repeated.
Xie Zhijin took Jiang Jingshu's hand, turned her palm upwards, and compared it with his own palm.
Xie Zhijin's palms were rosy, a healthy complexion, while Jiang Jingshu's were pale and bloodless.
Jiang Jingshu subconsciously withdrew her hand and said to him, "Xie Zhijin, I drew another picture for you."
"What?" Xie Zhijin looked at Jiang Jingshu.
"It's in my dorm. I'll get it for you next time." Jiang Jingshu gently clenched her hand.
Xie Zhijin's phone rang. He glanced down at it, then turned to Jiang Jingshu and said, "Jiang Jingshu, do you have any suspects?"
"I don't know." Jiang Jingshu thought for a moment, "If something happens to me, the one who benefits the most might be Xiao E."
However, Jiang Jingshu has no evidence to prove that it was Xiao E.
Xiao E is a very famous painter in the art world. Before Jiang Jingshu entered this circle, Xiao E seemed to already be standing at the top of the pyramid in the art world.
They even accused Jiang Jingshu of plagiarizing the drawing of Xiao E.
With her years of solid experience in the art world, Xiao E can support a normal life as a full-time artist.
She even earns a little more.
However, when Jiang Jingshu entered this industry, her commissioned articles were offered at low prices and with meticulous attention to detail, which greatly impacted Xiao E.
So as long as Jiang Jingshu falls from power, Xiao E will still be at the top of the art world. But these are just Jiang Jingshu's guesses. Without sufficient evidence, Jiang Jingshu cannot prove with certainty that Xiao E was the one who framed her.
Jiang Jingshu had no choice but to tell Xie Zhijin her suspicions. Xie Zhijin nodded in agreement, "I heard she has a bad temper. Whenever she needs to make adjustments to a commissioned article, she gives the client a hard time."
"Do you know her?" Jiang Jingshu asked.
"I've commissioned her to write articles," Xie Zhijin had no choice but to admit honestly.
Jiang Jingshu was somewhat curious, "You actually commissioned her to write an article? Which picture was it?"
Xie Zhijin flipped through his phone but couldn't find it right away. "It might be on my computer. I'll send it to you when I get home."
"Xie Zhijin, what's the deal with you? Tell me about it."
"Me? I commissioned a chibi-style character to be my profile picture. That was a long time ago. Back then, a fan told me to create a virtual avatar for myself and recommended this artist to me."
Xie Zhijin was still slowly recalling, "Back then, her drawings were always a little off. It's not that I'm nitpicking, it's just that her drawings were really not good. And when I asked her to revise my work, she was very fierce. I could only suffer in silence and thought that I would never ask her to do any more work."
After hearing Xie Zhijin's words, Jiang Jingshu couldn't help but twitch her lips. If she didn't treat the client well, of course no one would ask her to write articles anymore.
Xie Zhijin's phone rang, and when he answered it, he was startled.
Noticing the change in Xie Zhijin's expression, Jiang Jingshu quieted down and looked at Xie Zhijin.
Xie Zhijin's voice was cold as he asked, "Who are you?"
Jiang Jingshu stared at Xie Zhijin, suddenly feeling a pang of anxiety. As soon as Xie Zhijin hung up, Jiang Jingshu immediately asked, "Who called?"
Xie Zhijin, however, didn't know how to start the conversation.
Jiang Jingshu's bad premonition grew stronger, and she asked anxiously, "Why aren't you saying anything?"
"It's nothing." Xie Zhijin smiled at Jiang Jingshu.
Jiang Jingshu: ...
Jiang Jingshu felt that Xie Zhijin was taking her for a fool. Just as she was about to say something, her phone rang.
It was a series of unfamiliar phone numbers.
Jiang Jingshu answered the phone and pressed the record button, "Hello, who is this?"
"Jiang Jingshu, female, 20 years old, last four digits of her phone number: 7321; her father, Jiang Yuan, 43 years old, last four digits of his phone number: 3312."
The voice on the other end was male, rough, as if he had used a voice changer.
"Who are you?" Jiang Jingshu asked again. "How do you know all this?"
"I know more than just that. You also have a good friend who writes, right? She's published quite a few books. It's a pity, though, that she plagiarized another popular article."
"Who exactly are you?" Jiang Jingshu felt a chill run down her spine. She clenched her fists, but felt a surge of warmth. Looking into Xie Zhijin's determined eyes, she felt her composure stabilize. She said, "You opened an account with me, right?"
"I'll give you two options. First, leave the art world and hand over 100,000 yuan to the designated location, and we'll all be fine. Second, your friend's novel will immediately be labeled as plagiarized, and you don't want others to know about your boyfriend being abused, do you?"
"Do you know that I've been recording this phone call?" Jiang Jingshu sneered, her nails digging deep into her flesh. "Aren't you afraid I'll call the police?"
"Of course I'm scared," the other person said with a smile. "But will it be faster for you to call the police, or for your boyfriend to be a victim of domestic violence and your best friend to plagiarize your work? Jiang Jingshu, I'm sitting right here in front of my computer. If you choose the second option, or if I find out you've called the police, within three minutes, everyone will know what I'm saying."
Absolutely outrageous!
Jiang Jingshu gritted her teeth. Normally, she would have resolutely chosen to call the police, but now, she looked up at Xie Zhijin beside her.
Xie Zhijin didn't know when he sat down next to her.
She couldn't let others know Xie Zhijin's history, nor could she let Su Xiaoyue get caught up in a plagiarism scandal.
As a creator, she understands that it is very easy to accuse someone of plagiarism without evidence, and once the seed of accusation of plagiarism is planted, it can be a fatal blow to a writer.
Xie Zhijin, on the other hand, will not allow anyone to know that she was a victim of domestic violence.
Seemingly hesitant, Xie Zhijin seemed to sense Jiang Jingshu's emotions. He gently pulled Jiang Jingshu's phone away and turned on the speakerphone. "It was you, wasn't it? You just called me and then went to harass my girlfriend? Bro, what's the meaning of this?"
"It seems you're planning to choose the second path, Jiang Jingshu?" The voice on the other end of the phone wasn't in a hurry; it was simply waiting quietly for Jiang Jingshu's reply.
"You're using me to threaten her?" Xie Zhijin's voice was cold, devoid of any warmth. "Brother, why don't you find out what my major is? Your behavior should get you a few years in jail."
"Don't try to intimidate me. I want to hear Jiang Jingshu's answer." The other person seemed to ignore Xie Zhijin, and continued threateningly, "I've already found the marketing accounts. I'll give you ten more seconds to think it over, otherwise, the next day, you'll not only see your own headshot, but also your abusive boyfriend, and that writer..."
"Shut up!" Jiang Jingshu interrupted the other person angrily. "Who sent you?"
"Don't ask questions you shouldn't ask. Okay, my patience is limited. Remember not to go online tomorrow."
After the person on the other end finished speaking, they hung up the phone.
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