Chapter 422

"Mr. Lin, let me confirm with you again. When is your creation time?"

"Miss Tong, I think you are very puzzled. Haven't we just said that? You saw it yourself? Between April 8th and 21st. "

Lin Weilang had no choice but to reiterate this time again.

"Well, please keep looking at the big screen."

Everyone's eyes turned to the big screen, and some paintings continued to appear on the big screen.

These paintings are similar to those displayed by Tong Xiaoman at the beginning. They are all slightly immature paintings by students, but there is a stamp on them.

At that time, people's eyes will be enlarged.

It turned out to be the notarial seal of the notary office!

Every painting has this notarization seal on it. There are notarization documents on the back. At the end of the video, there are testimonies of notaries!

The final video is fixed on the notarization time: April 7!

This is the most important point!

Lin looked at the big screen in shock, his mouth wide open, "it's impossible, it's impossible!"

"Why not? Is there a fake notary office? Shall I bring in the notary and prove all this in person? "

People at the scene are also puzzled. If the children's drawings were notarized on April 7, they must be earlier than Lin Weilang's from April 8 to 21.

Plagiarism naturally has its own order. Whoever can prove that he finished his creation first is the one who plagiarizes.

Just now, Lin Weilang said that his creation was between April 8 and 21, so his creation was later than the students!

He is the one who plagiarizes!

"No, I remember wrong. I remember the wrong time. I should have created earlier."

Lin Weilang quickly overturned what he had just said.

"Yes? When did you say you created it? I asked you twice just now, but you always said that it was between April 8th and 21st, and that's what your painting says! "

"I..."

"Does Mr. Lin also like to cheat on the time in the painting?"

Lin Weilang's eyes suddenly enlarged. No matter what he said, he was wrong.

If he says that he has made a mistake in time, the time in the painting is fake, and it is also a fraud.

If he said that it was really created by the time in the painting, it can be concluded that he plagiarized!

Tong ranmeng sat on the stage, palms also sweating, did not expect the plot reversal is so fast, Tong Xiaoman even left a hand!

"I remember the wrong time! Those of us who are engaged in creative work are busy with creative work every day. How can we have time to remember the day of the day or the day of the week? It's inevitable that I have marked the wrong time on my paintings

Lin Weilang has obviously lost his confidence in his speech. Maybe he is also guilty.

But he knew what it meant once he was convicted of plagiarism, so of course he had to fight to the end.

"Well, Mr. Lin, I'll give you another chance. When do you say your creative time is?" Tong Xiaoman should seize all these opportunities.

"I can't remember the specific time. It's probably the end of March or the beginning of April. I said that we are engaged in creation, and I don't have time to worry about it! At that time, I also showed my paintings in class, so they must have copied them! It's shameless to have it notarized! "

Lin Weilang simply said a general time this time, so he left a little room for himself.

"Impossible!"

This time, it's not Tong Xiaoman speaking, but Lin Zhihang standing on the stage.

Everyone's eyes looked at Lin Zhihang again.

"If you published your homework on March 20, if you created works at the end of March or early April, you can't create so many works in one day. It can be seen from your paintings that in about half a month, how can you display your works when you published your homework?"

"Yes! And every time you show your works, they are old works many years ago! " Another student quickly agreed.

Lin Weilang couldn't resist for a moment. He repeatedly emphasized the creation time with Tong Xiaoman, forgetting the time when he released his homework!

"Mr. Lin, I don't think you know that in order to supervise the class situation of teachers and students, the school has installed a monitoring system in the classroom. What kind of works do you display in class? I believe we can see at a glance by investigating the monitoring of the school."

Tong Xiaoman added another sentence.

Lin Weilang has nothing to say now. He thinks that he can deal with everything by filling in the false time in the paintings he prepared. Unexpectedly

"What's the situation? Mr. Lin actually copied the students' works? "

"People have gone to the notary office for notarization. Is there a fake notary office?"

"I've heard that Mr. Lin has been called langcaijin for a long time. He can't create any good works. In the past two years, he has suddenly produced works again. It turned out that he was a student who copied them!"The style of painting under the stage has suddenly changed.

"Lin Weilang, I still have a lot of your students' paintings here. The finished products of these paintings can be found in love stores. If you modify the students' works a little, they will become your own works. Where is your conscience?"

Tong Xiaoman continues to chase Lin Weilang.

"Every time love needs a new style, you ask the students to help you create it in the name of homework. Some students find that their clothes have become love's design in the store. They go to you for a theory. You either give some money, or intimidate the students, or you take a fancy to the talents of the students. You must reuse them in the future. What's your conscience?"

"No, it's not like that. It's a coincidence. It's a coincidence. I'm their teacher. Everyone just happens to be inspired. I didn't copy it!"

Lin Weilang reacts and retorts. He can't get more evidence. He can only say that all this is a coincidence.

"Inspiration collision? So, how do your dead people collide with your inspiration? "

Speaking of this, Tong Xiaoman's mood is a little excited!

"This dress on me was designed by my younger brother Tong Xiaolei. This is the last assignment he handed in. Because he is very ill, he has no class. He completely left the world more than a month ago."

Tong Xiaoman tried to take a deep breath and not let his tears fall.

"But his classmates have been reluctant to believe the fact that he left, so they still help him hand in his homework. This dress I wear is one of them. I ask you how Lin Weilang, a student who hasn't seen you for a long time, who hasn't attended your class or listened to your homework, collides with you?"

Lin Weilang is speechless.

"as like as two peas, as like as two peas, the clothes and the color of the clothes are all the same. Even the material of the dress is exactly the same. How dare you say it's not plagiarism? "