AI copywriting?All copied wrong!

Tang Ping didn't answer and looked around the classrooms.

One after another, students came out.

They all stared at him, full of fighting spirit.

Tang Ping spoke slowly:

"If you want to pretend, be the first to leave the examination room."

"I think so too."

The boy in pain shirt chuckled, stretched out his left hand hidden behind his back, and put on a peaked cap:

"I'm the one showing off this time."

The moment he put it on, he suddenly sank down and burst out, sprinting out!

Other students followed closely and rushed to the school gate!

Tang Ping sneered and turned back slowly.

Whoosh!

It shoots out like an arrow from a string!

More than one person, more than the people closer to the school gate, more than the boys in pain shirts.

Last come first, lead the field!

The reporters and photographers outside the examination room suddenly understood what happened.

One of them had probably done sports programs, and the memory in his DNA was instantly touched. He immediately picked up the microphone and explained in an emotional voice:

"Contestant Tang Ping is five positions ahead of No. 2!

“Five and a half, six, my God, the gap is still widening!

"Tang Ping continues to lead, Tang Ping is far ahead, Tang Ping qualified! No. 1!

"Let us congratulate Tang Ping for leaving the championship in Yanyun No. [-] Middle School. We are the champions!"

The other reporters all looked at him: "..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was not as stirred up as expected, the sports reporter put down the microphone and coughed twice in embarrassment:

"Ahem, I just saw some youthful enthusiasm in this scene, and I couldn't help but want to create some show effect."

Before other reporters could speak, he took advantage of the opportunity and was the first to put the microphone to Tang Ping's mouth:

"Classmate Tang Ping, the foreign language this time——"

Tang Ping raised his hands and gasped: "Wait a minute, let me take a break."

He currently has enough explosive power but not enough endurance.

The No. 2 boy in pain shirt also ran out of the examination room, stamping his feet in annoyance.

He even became a sports student out of interest and received professional running training, but he couldn't outrun Tang Ping!

Tang Ping glanced at his strong legs and laughed.

You actually want to use your interest to challenge me to the danger of being blocked by editors or readers in the future?

He took the microphone from the sports reporter and smiled at the students running behind him, panting violently:

“Although I really want to let you go once, I’m sorry, but this time I’m in a hurry.

"You don't have to ask me anything about the exam. If you ask, you will get full marks. Why don't you ask them later, they may still be a little bit in suspense.

"Come, come, everyone, look at me. I'm going to announce something -"

Tang Ping opened his hands and attracted everyone's attention.

Many people couldn't help but hold their breath and listen.

What exactly could be such an important announcement?

I saw everyone's eyes focused on him.

Tang Ping took a deep breath.

He took out a red and black notice letter from his pocket, faced the camera, and read in a deep voice:

"My talents have long since dried up and I am a sinner with only superficial appearance, Mr. Qiu Yequ.

"Shamelessly plagiarized the debut novel of a junior, and also slapped down the great writer who slandered the junior for plagiarizing across time and space!

"I will make you confess all your crimes, and slap you twice with a face thicker than the city wall, so that you will understand the consequences of bullying others!

"June 6th, Tang Ping, sincerely yours!"

After Tang Ping finished speaking, he thrust the red and black preview letter and the microphone into the reporter's hands.

Before anyone could react, he rushed out, got into the crowd in an instant, and quickly disappeared.

"This--"

The reporters were stunned.

What does it mean?

"It refers to the author's 'care'!" the sports reporter reacted.

Because Tang Ping admired the author's care very much, he specially investigated situations related to "care".

Then I found out that Guan Ai was accused of plagiarism by Qiu Yequ without naming any names. It was almost infamous. Just search for it and you will get a lot of curses.

What Tang Ping means is that caring is stigmatized?Is Autumn Nights the despicable plagiarist?

The sports reporter looked at the black and red preview letter in his hand.

The photographer's lens focused in time and captured the crooked handwriting clearly.

Read it once and you're basically sure.

Now there's only one question left:

What was Tang Ping doing in such a hurry?

……

"Master, drive faster, I can't catch the plane!"

"It's already the fastest. Any faster would be speeding."

"Master, I know you are an experienced driver in Yanyun City. I don't want to think about anything else. I just want to see your superb driving skills that are rarely rivaled by others. Please make sure to open my eyes!"

"Hey young man, if you say that, then I can't explain it without showing off. Fasten your seat belt and sit tight!"

In the back row, Tang Ping fastened his seat belt and took a look at his phone. A new chat account that did not want to be named sent some comments about Qiu Yequ to "Guan Ai".

One of them said: "Even if I plagiarize, what can he do to me?"Come hit me if you can! 』

"I wanted to slap you twice, but you still asked for a slap?

“I have never heard such a strange request in my life.

"Wait, we will be at your door soon!"

Chapter 104 Life?Will?Change ([-] words)

Wangjiajie City.

late at night.

After another dinner party, I washed my feet comfortably and played Autumn Night Music, and walked drunkenly on the way home from the community.

This time, a thief entertainment company came. Knowing that the copyright of "His Majesty's Costumes" had been sold, they bought the copyrights of several old stories at a low price.

I guess they were planning for a rainy day, so they didn't spend much money to buy these worthless copyrights, but if the adaptation of "Your Majesty's Costumes" became popular, they could immediately announce the "adaptation of Teacher Qiu Yequ's new work" and gain a lot of popularity.

Even if you don't adapt it yourself, you can still make a fortune by selling the copyright while it's hot and becoming a second-hand copyright dealer.

Autumn Night Song recalled that at tonight's dinner, those people unabashedly flattered and flattered themselves, their flattering expressions were as artificial as they could be, and their compliments were as exaggerated as they could be.

He giggled twice, his swaying body couldn't help but feel elated again.

That's right.

This is the life I want to live!

How long have you not experienced this kind of life of being chased, flattered and fawned over?

If it hadn't been for that damn woman and that adulterer who broke my heart in the first place, I wouldn't be in such a state of despair. I should have been able to write successfully, become famous, and enjoy the glory to this day!

The phone vibrates.

I took it out and saw that it was Lin Qing, the editor of Cunpou.

The silly smile on Qiu Yequ's face immediately disappeared, and a sinister look appeared between his eyebrows.

After the press conference, he thought Lin Qing would wake up and clarify his position with him.

However, instead of becoming closer to him, Lin Qing became more distant than in a long time.

This editor has always been so cold.

Even during his most prosperous days, that was the case!

Autumn Night Song cannot understand, does this guy understand what an editor does?

Give strength to small writers and act as a licking dog to great writers!

If you can't even do such a basic thing, you deserve to be promoted to editor-in-chief after working diligently at Yiyishi Magazine for so many years.

He took a deep breath and suppressed the irritability in his heart.

Qiu Yequ clicks on the prompt to check the message.

Yiyishi editor Qing: "There will be a historical and literary salon in a while. The organizer invites you to go. Will you go?" 』

don't go!

Qiu Yequ wanted to answer this in a shameless manner.

But I still clicked on the input method, and after pressing the wrong key several times, I typed a word clearly.

Autumn Night Song: "Yeah"

For this kind of link, you still have to go.

The organizer must have invited him because he felt that he had written "His Majesty's Costumes" well. Regardless of whether his colleagues were genuine or not, they would compliment him and brag about him in the salon.

Qiu Yequ only thought about the scene for a moment, and he felt a sudden surge of heat from his heart and lungs, running through his brain and turning the sky, causing his brain to "buzz!" and turned into a ball of heat.

The breathing tube then tightens.

The smile on the old face bloomed like a chrysanthemum again.

Yiyi History editor Qing: "Then I agreed for you. You have to rest tonight. I will tell you the details tomorrow when you sober up." 』

Autumn Night Song: "Yeah"

Yiyishi editor Qing: "In addition, whether you are borrowing from it or plagiarizing it, what you did for "Care" has already been on the hot search list. 』

what?

Autumn Night Song is shocking!

He squinted his drunken eyes and read the first half of the sentence. He wanted to immediately refute it angrily, but when he saw the second half of the sentence, his body trembled, and most of the drunkenness in his mind disappeared, and he regained a certain level of sobriety.

Trending?

What hot search, did he plagiarize my hot search, or did he say...

Qiu Yequ paused, clearly thinking that he was the righteous party, but still inexplicably panicked in his heart.

He quickly opened Weibo and searched for hot searches.

The first piece of information that catches my eye is called "Autumn Night Music Preview Letter".

When he clicked in and took a look, he saw a red and black notice letter that caught his eye. The words were bohemian and jumping, and every word denounced his deeds.

Qiu Yequ's hand holding the phone shook, and the phone shook, almost falling out of her hand, but she was able to hold it with both hands in time.

He flipped through the pages with trembling hands, and saw that the notice letter was signed "Tang Ping"——