"It isn't real, it isn't real," Lin Qianchen cried out.
"Not real? That's Luoluo's name and the date on it was two weeks before you handed in your report. Are you claiming that it isn't Luoluo's or do you not have the guts to admit that you've plagiarized her?" Chu Ningyi's voice was cold but carried a sense of derision and mockery.
How could the usually arrogant Lin Qianchen bear his mockery? She lost her final shred of rationality in an instant.
"That's not real, I made sure that the report has long been..."
Lin Qianchen cried loud but she suddenly stopped.
Chu Ningyi smirked as if he had been waiting for her to say these words. No matter how many types of evidence they produced, they would be unable to hold up to the shock factor caused by her personal confession.
Besides, what would make one feel more regretful than personally confessing to one's crime?
Lin Qianchen's confession caused an uproar.