You Taught Me

[Holy shit! A self-exposure!]

[What the fuck! This was actually designed by Duan Xu? Or did Duan Xu plagiarize it?]

[Jesus, after all that, I thought a company was bullying a college student, but it turned out to be a backstab from a classmate?]

[Hmm... why do I feel like Duan Xu isn't the kind of person who would plagiarize?]

[It's not about whether he seems like that or not. We need to look at the evidence; we can't just rely on subjective guesses.]

Zhao Gan: [I believe quite a few people have looked up Summit Technology's basic information. The company was registered on the third day after I signed up for the competition and submitted my work. It's obvious who copied whom.]

[Hiss—so Zhao really didn't plagiarize?]

[Sound reasoning and solid evidence. I'm on Zhao's side.]

[No way? Duan Xu really plagiarized? Tsk tsk, isn't he ruining his own reputation? And dragging the campus heartthrob down with him!]

[If Duan Xu really plagiarized, then the campus heartthrob should hurry up and break up with him. Don't stay with a plagiarist!]

That night, Duan Xu sent the necessary evidence and materials to Xue Jingshu before browsing the forum. He happened to see the grand performance Zhao Gan had directed and acted in himself.

"Yan-ge, everyone on the forum is telling you to break up with me." Leaning against Shen Yanlang's shoulder, Duan Xu complained to him pitifully.

Shen Yanlang shifted his gaze away from his laptop, his brows knitting slightly. "Let me see."

They had recently settled on the direction for their game and finished the planning. They were working hard on coding, so Shen Yanlang had not been browsing the forum with Duan Xu.

Duan Xu handed him his phone. Shen Yanlang quickly scrolled through it, his brows