Chapter 994 You Can't Go to the Curtis Institute of Music

The evidence of Qiao Yan's plagiarism and appropriation of her works is solid and almost certain.

The results are obvious.

Master Steven didn't think for long, then raised his head and said angrily to Qiao: "You can't go to the Curtis Institute of Music."

"Teacher." Qiao Yan panicked and shouted in a panic, struggling to get up from the bed.

Master Steven was unmoved. This time, he was very determined. He shook his head and persuaded her to say, "The Curtis School of Music is a hall-level music school with top students from all continents. Your talent is not unmatched. It's not top-notch, but I always think you're a talented student, and I personally appreciate your arrangement style. Even if you don't meet Curtis's study abroad qualifications, I've applied for this place for you..."

Of course Qiao Yan knew this, she knew that Steven accepted her because he liked her arrangement style.

But that style is not her style, it's Qiao Nian's style!

She had no choice but to imitate.

Go steal!

Qiao Yan's lips couldn't help trembling, her throat seemed to be blocked by cotton, she couldn't say a word, her eyes were black, she almost fainted, she hung it almost with one breath, and she didn't roll her eyes directly. fall down.

"Now I want to take back your place. And from today, you will no longer be my student!" Steven looked serious and solemn, stared at her with blue eyes and said: "I can allow myself to have a talent that is not so Top students, but I can't allow my students to be demoralized on the piano, that's my bottom line."

"..." Qiao Yan's throat seemed to be strangled.

She didn't expect that Steven would directly expel her from the teacher's door. Her eyes widened involuntarily. At first, she could force herself to calm down, but now she can't calm down at all. A pretty face is as white as paper. , it broke as soon as it was poked, and in a panic, he wanted to get up from the bed, and incoherently found a reason for himself.

"I admit, Qiao Nian helped me change the arrangement."

The next second, she emphasized again: "But I wrote that piece myself! I wrote the piece first and then showed it to her for her to read for me. It's not plagiarism at all."

"Whether you are plagiarizing, you just need to search the Internet for the release time of the clips you have stolen. Qiao Yan, are you sure you want us to check on the Internet on the spot." Ye Wangchuan's expression is quite sloppy, but he can tell every word. Smash Qiao Yan into boundless hell!

He didn't even give Qiao Yan time to react, raised his eyebrows, and commanded in a clear voice: "Gu San, check with Master Steven."

Qiao Yan was really panicked this time, her eyes were blushing, and before the man standing at the door of the ward could check, she had already screamed, "Don't check!"

It's not obvious that she's not so excited.

Ye Wuchuan only proposed to check the evidence online. She was suddenly so excited that she basically confirmed her plagiarism.

Shen Jingyan widened his eyes in astonishment. He didn't expect that even the works that Qiao Yan won at the Grammy Awards were plagiarized by others.

He couldn't come back to his senses for a moment, and he frowned instinctively, unbelievable: "Angry, you?"

Qiao Yan didn't dare to look at him at all, his face was as pale as fragile white paper, his lips were trembling, his eyes were twinkling, he stared at the blond man, his voice was quick and light: "Teacher, you believe me, I don't, they Frame me, they..."

Her throat was dry and tight, as if there was a piece of cotton stuck in her throat, and she couldn't speak any more.