Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

The Weibo post was taunting, and several pictures of Little Wood Fish’s comparison, as well as very professional analysis, were also included.

Not only had Qin Yu’s fans bought a spot on the hot search for this post, but Qin Yu herself was also a trendy blogger. Hence, in less than an hour, there were 10,000 comments.

The Beijing Association officials naturally noticed this huge commotion.

“I saw it. It does seem like plagiarism…” The few people in charge of the Beijing Association exchanged glances, unsure who had plagiarized who. “What should we do now?”

“I remember that Master Wei said something about Qin Yu plagiarizing last year, and so he didn’t accept her as an apprentice?” A lightbulb flashed in someone else’s mind, and he suddenly remembered this matter.

This matter concerned Master Wei and his apprentice. The people in charge of the official blog were just ordinary members and didn’t dare call the shots on this influential matter. Hence, they went to contact Master Wei.

**

Several people in the Beijing Association were jealous of Qin Ran.

Especially since she was Master Wei’s Chief Disciple, countless people wanted to blow this matter up.

Several people hit her while she was down.

The news soon reached Dai Ran’s ears.

Dai Ran’s status in the Violin Association had plummeted after the last exhibition competition, and he had been depressed for the past two days until the news broke at night.

“Teacher Dai, this incident is indeed too coincidental…” Someone pondered beside him and said in a low voice, “It’s a fact that Qin Yu published this a year before Qin Ran.”

Dai Ran laughed, his eyes cold. “If Qin Ran could compose such a song a year ago, why would she wait till this year to enter the Beijing Association?”

Dai Ran’s party nodded in agreement.

With such groundbreaking music, ordinary people would be itching to shout from the rooftops and make it known. Who would put their feet up and release it a year later?

Dai Ran obviously thought this way. If this incident were real, it would definitely be a heavy blow to Master Wei’s credibility and status.

He directly dialed Qin Yu’s number.

This matter had been spreading for several hours, and Qin Yu was still staring at it, panicking.

She almost jumped out of her skin when the phone rang. But she still suppressed herself and went to the balcony to answer the phone. “Hello, teacher.”

“You know about the thing on Weibo, right? Don’t be afraid. Just tell me if you wrote the music score a year ago. Do you have any evidence?” Dai Ran sounded very calm and steady.

He obviously believed her, and his words were like a booster to the otherwise restless Qin Yu.

Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the students walking about downstairs and said firmly, “It was me. I still have the manuscript.”

The manuscript was obviously old.

It was the best piece of evidence.

**

At the Wei family’s house.

Master Wei just returned home. Wang Zifeng had to go to Continent M recently, so Master Wei was still helping to clear the procedures. He only returned at 9 and 10 o’clock in the past two days.

“How was the Young Master’s progress today?” When he got home, Master Wei took off his coat and took the cup of tea from Uncle Hai.

“Not bad. He’s already trying to manage some small businesses.” Uncle Hai’s expression eased significantly at the mention of Wei Zihang.

Wei Zihang had gone through a transformation during the summer vacation and had come back to receive family training.

He had been in retreat until now and had basically been accompanied by Uncle Hai only.

Because of this, Uncle Hai hadn’t followed Master Wei in the past two months.

Nodding slightly, Master Wei sat down at the dining table to eat. At this time, the phone rang with a call from the Beijing Association.

Uncle Hai went to the sofa to pick it up. His smile and eased expression suddenly stiffened.

Master Wei massaged his temple and reached out for a bowl of soup. As he slowly drank, he noticed that Uncle Hai’s expression wasn’t right, so he looked up involuntarily and narrowed his eyes. “What’s the matter?”

He put down the bowl.

“Old Master, something happened…” Frowning, Uncle Hai explained the incident on Weibo to Master Wei.

After listening to him, he threw down the chopsticks with a “bang.”

He asked his men to dig out the post made by Qin Yu’s fans and immediately checked the comments.

She’s still a senior student of the Beijing Association? My last wish is for her to be removed!

My last wish too!

Is the Beijing Association crazy? They accepted such a person? She’s an embarrassment to the violin industry. I feel so sorry for Miss Qin Yu.

Does she think she can fearlessly plagiarize just because she’s Master Wei’s apprentice?

I heard that she’s @Master Wei’s apprentice. Master Wei, what would you like to say?

…

Things fermented overnight and got worse.

Master Wei lost his appetite out of anger. How could he not know who the music score belonged to?

“Old Master, should we go to Miss Qin?” Uncle Hai whispered, “She can just publish her manuscript.”

“How could she have the manuscript?” Master Wei massaged his temples. Qin Ran hadn’t been aware of her manuscript’s value. Her shortcoming was her ease of success. “She threw away almost all of her manuscripts. If it didn’t reach perfection, she would just throw it away.”

Because…

She probably never imagined that trash to her was like a treasure to others.

Uncle Hai was taken aback. He never expected this and immediately became solemn. “Her manuscript… could it have been picked up by Qin Yu?”

The world of Art demanded evidence.

Evidence had to be shown to prove the original composer.

Firstly, Qin Ran had no manuscript. Secondly, she had no videos. On the other hand, Qin Yu might have the manuscript, and most importantly, the video of her playing it on the violin was still there.

It was the most direct evidence. Qin Ran only had videos these last few days, so it was easy to be caught up on the Internet.

Master Wei had already known the truth behind Qin Yu’s tune last year, but he didn’t have any substantial evidence and had only mentioned it. If he blew things up then, people now might criticize him for putting on a bold face and forcing Qin Yu to admit plagiarism.

These days, online public opinion was too pressurizing, and most people subconsciously favored the weak.

The situation now was as such.

Some netizens had very strange views. One had reason as long as they were weak. Any marketing account could drive public opinion. Master Wei didn’t dare to underestimate this aspect since it was related to Qin Ran’s future.

He walked upstairs and lowered his head to call Cheng Juan.

As for Qin Ran… her temper was too violent. Master Wei didn’t dare mention it to her.

He was afraid she would go to Qin Yu directly with a knife…

After all, this incident had happened a few years ago too…

**

Over the night, there was no movement from Master Wei and Qin Ran.

Qin Yu got up from her bed, her mind abuzz with thoughts.

She understood Qin Ran very well. If she had not spoken for so long, it indicated that she didn’t have any evidence!

Her heart pounded vigorously.

She had read thousands of Weibo comments comforting her. No one thought she might have copied Qin Ran.

Her fans had increased by 100,000 and were still rising.

Would the Beijing Association want someone with a history of plagiarism?

Without Qin Ran, wouldn’t she be Number 1?

Opening her Weibo page, she made a post stating that she had composed this piece of music at school a year ago and that many people could prove this.

In the end, she even tagged a few of her classmates.

At that time, she had indeed practiced the violin in the art building of Heng Chuan First Middle School, so several people were aware of it.

It was the second day of registration, and there was no need to stay in school. Qin Yu returned to the Shen family’s house especially to dig out the violin score from her luggage. She took a photo and posted it on Weibo—

It took me a month to write this.

**

Ting Lan.

Qin Ran was still in the room. Her curtains were closed, and she was sitting in front of the computer, her cold white fingers flying on the keyboard.

She typed a string of codes.

After a long while, she pressed “enter,” and the beating code transformed into a rather familiar IP address. Her eyes narrowed.

But she didn’t care about it and just put on her earphones. “It’s solved. Let Giant Crocodile go,” she said to Chang Ning.

Chang Ning replied, “Okay.”

He hung up and quickly contacted Giant Crocodile.

Qin Ran didn’t turn off the computer and just headed downstairs with her teacup.

Downstairs, Cheng Juan was on the phone with someone in the living room. When he saw her, he immediately hung up.

“Let’s eat.” Pointing to the dining table, he sat down opposite, his hand turning his phone absent-mindedly, his expression inexplicably cold.

His eyes barely hid his emotions.

Qin Ran took a bite of rice and couldn’t help but ask, “You have something to beg me?”

“Who’s begging…” Cheng Juan glanced at her and changed his tune halfway, but his tone still didn’t sound pleading. “No, Great God. I really have something to ask you. I heard that you have a birthday growth recording. Can I take a look?”