Finally, after writing out ten musical scores, Zhao Yuan put down his pen.
He glanced at the crowd, who were completely engrossed in the musical scores, and asked, "What do you think? These pieces I plagiarized are pretty good, right?"
"Heh, Zhao Yuan, you certainly have a sense of humor." Huang Shijia looked up from the musical scores, smiling warmly at Zhao Yuan.
He looked at him as if he were some kind of priceless treasure.
"Plagiarism? Don't say that, Zhao Yuan. We all believe you composed these pieces yourself!" Zhang Liping said, comforting Zhao Yuan while shooting a fierce glare at Yao Jie. She then berated him, "What are you standing there frozen for? Hurry up and apologize to Zhao Yuan! It's bad enough that you have no talent, but to slander others on top of it? Did your master not teach you to learn virtue before learning your art?"
Yao Jie took the tongue-lashing without daring to talk back. In fact, he was even starting to think he really had been wrong.
