"Quick, quick, quick, take a screenshot," a student from Professor Sheng’s class commented under the livestream.
"Are you an idiot? With all this mess now, how could they still use this sample paper?"
The leadership felt like they were on a roller coaster; the situation was so unpredictable that they couldn’t relax for even a moment.
"Professor Sheng, is this your sample paper?" The test paper was handed to Sheng Sidong, and a school leader asked coldly and sternly.
"No," Professor Sheng shook his head.
"How can you prove it isn’t?"
"Send someone to my office and retrieve my real sample paper, then you’ll know I’m not lying," said Professor Sheng.
Chen Zhan suddenly spoke up, "You knew giving me the sample paper might cause trouble, so you swapped it last minute, didn’t you?"
"Of course not," Professor Sheng looked at her calmly.
Initially, he felt angry, then heartbroken, and now he was somewhat numb.
When a person’s spirit becomes numb, he appeared indifferent to everything, no longer concerned with any dirt or disgrace. Whatever will be, will be.
"First, bring your sample paper here," said a school leader.
Three teachers stood up and went together to Professor Sheng’s office.
Professor Sheng gave them the key, instructing them to find his sample paper in the drawer.
The sample paper was brought over quickly.
Indeed, it was completely different from the one Chen Zhan had submitted.
The teachers saw it, and the camera focused on it, so the students and onlookers watching the livestream saw it too.
"Wow, this is intense!"
"Which one of them is more scheming? One prepared so much evidence, while the other has so many counterattacks."
"Neither are good people, maybe the truth is somewhere in between."
Everyone tends to believe in conspiracies.
Weibo and the forums started discussing this matter, and the heat of the topic spiked, with some places trending at number seven.
People were saying all kinds of things.
The school leaders and the education bureau leaders were whispering, unsure of how to judge this matter.
Chen Zhan seemed a bit nervous, "Mr. Sheng, you can’t do this to me. I’ve suffered enough."
Sheng Sidong’s gentle and indifferent eyes harbored a bit of hatred.
He did not speak to Chen Zhan but addressed the leaders, "In fact, this student seldom attends classes, and she did not submit her paper for regular grades, pestering me for quite some time.
She came to me repeatedly, and my wife, my daughter, and my mother-in-law said that young girls often have hidden motives, advising me to be cautious.
I never guard against my students; I deeply believe in their goodness. However, the three ladies in my family insisted that I take precautions, so I heeded their advice.
Thus, the last time Chen Zhan came to me, I recorded our conversation on my phone. The last few sentences she said were heard by Teacher Hu and Teacher Shi; everyone knows about it.
However, the specific content of our conversation is still unclear to everyone. I intend to play the recording so the leaders, colleagues, and students watching the livestream can all hear it."
Everyone present was in an uproar.
Another twist?
What kind of divine plot is this?
"Play it, play it!"
"Could it be edited? The content might be completely different."
"You guys are too conspiratorial. I believe in Mr. Sheng’s character."
The leaders nodded, signaling Sheng Sidong to play the recording.
Professor Sheng opened his phone.
The recording was quite clear since the phone was placed on the table, with Professor Sheng sitting and Chen Zhan standing next to him.