“I need to rest. If he comes to you, please help
him.”
I opened the door. “He’s cheap. Why spend
money to find girls who aren’t clean?”
“Goodnight, Tiffany.”
I hadn’t walked far when Tiffany screamed.
An academic family has manners. She didn’t run
me over.
The next day, I applied for three new projects with my professor.
He praised me and took me for bubble tea.
I had been kicked out of school. Tiffany’s
father, Professor Caldwell, had been inspired by
my stolen paper, and published many papers.
Those papers became my weapon.
I had to find a solid ally.
With my professor’s help, I finished those
papers in less than two months.
When I presented again, Professor Caldwell
stood up.
He was furious. “Plagiarism! Shameless plagiarism!”
“Who gave you the guts to steal my projects?”
My professor stood up. “Clean up your
language. What do you have that’s worth stealing?”
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12:05
Tiffany stood up. “Those projects were my
dad’s ideas. Why did you steal them?”
My professor said, “We finished our papers.
What ideas?”
“We finished our paper before your ideas were conceived. Are you saying my student plagiarized you?”
He showed the entire process of these projects being approved, almost a month earlier than Professor Caldwell.
Professor Caldwell was angry. “We’re from an
academic family. Why would I lie?”
“You’re definitely copying us.”
