Teacher Wilson knit his brows in irritation. This Diana Hershey simply refused to be reasonable.
He had been patient and kind to her, but she wouldn't listen!
Was she truly intent on making a scene?
If she blew things out of proportion, it would be of no benefit to her whatsoever.
Teacher Wilson frowned subtly, and retorted, "Diana Hershey, no plagiarist ever admits to their plagiarism! Based on the sequence of your paper's publication dates, it strongly indicates that you've copied! Look at your current attitude! What do you an by this? Are you questioning ?"
"Teacher, I did not plagiarize anything, hence I refuse to admit to such accusations. Nor will I stay silent. Right now, all I want to know is the actual author of the paper! If that person didn't plagiarize, why won't they step into the light and confront themselves!"
Obviously, the opponent was getting nervous.
Teacher Wilson was also starting to get angry, "Diana Hershey, when people are driven by rage they're capable of anything. I'm withholding the na of that student from you, both to protect you and to respect that student's privacy."
Switching gears, Teacher Wilson's tone softened, he continued, "Diana, in the grand sche, this isn't a major issue. Everyone desires to achieve sothing—especially youngsters like yourselves—so your teacher understands your position and will not hold you personally responsible!"
"Teacher Wilson, I appreciate your good intentions, but I don't need them. I will go ho now to compile my proof!"
Saying so, Diana turned around and left.
She would absolutely not let the results of her hard work be stolen by anyone else.
Diana was furious.
Her steps grew brisk.
Students greeted her along the way, but she didn't respond.
This was so unlike Diana.
After all, Diana was indeed a vibrant and enthusiastic person. She would always greet people first and not ignore anyone.
Dale furrowed her brow, wondering aloud, "What happened to Diana tonight?"
Dale's roommate, Joy, replied, "I heard it's about the paper competition."
"What about the paper competition?" Dale seed to rember sothing, continuing, "I recall that Diana prepared for a long ti for it—conducting experints, doing research, etc. What place did she get?"
Joy chid in, "I heard from Abigail Gardner that Diana didn't even make it to the top thirty."
Upon hearing this, Dale widened her eyes in astonishnt.
It would've been different if it were soone else who didn't get in the top thirty, but this was Diana Hershey!
Diana had prepared for this paper for such a long ti—how could she not even make it to the top thirty?
This was unimaginable.
Dale responded, "You must have heard wrong."
"I didn't hear wrong. She didn't make it to the top thirty," Joy paused before continuing, "but Evelyn from their dorm clinched first. Evelyn kept to herself and clinched first place, while Diana, despite extensive preparation, got nothing—she's bound to be upset."
"No no no," Dale shook her head. She had known Diana for over half a year and was all too familiar with Diana's character. "Diana is not that type of person, there must be more to this story."
Diana was a person capable of taking a loss gracefully, so she definitely wouldn't act this way simply due to poor ranking.
Joy shook her head, "As to the specifics, I can't be sure. I learned all this from Abigail."
Ten minutes later.
Diana returned to the dorm.
Seeing her return, Abigail imdiately asked, "Diana, did you just go see Teacher Wilson? What did Teacher Wilson say?"
Diana said, "Teacher Wilson accused of plagiarism. But it took two whole months to prepare my paper! How could I have plagiarized! I am now putting together my evidence."
She had done nothing wrong, so she didn't hesitate to share.
Upon hearing this, Evelyn acted anything but concerned, sneering with a laugh, "So people just can't take failure. If you copied, then you copied. What, do you think Teacher Wilson is framing you?"
This inflammatory remark exploded the fury in Diana's heart, she stord over to Evelyn, "Repeat what you just said—who copied who?!"
Evelyn was the pampered and prideful type, not fearing Diana in the slightest. Standing tall, she said, "I'm talking about you! Are you saying you didn't copy? If you didn't, why are you acting so defendant? Guilty conscience much!"
Compared to her, Diane was nothing.
No social standing, no strong background,
Zilch to lean on in Capital City.
Diana was already angry to begin with. Upon hearing Evelyn's words, she sprung forward and grabbed Evelyn by the collar, "Evelyn, let say it one more ti, I didn't copy anything!"
Evelyn Wilson was the type who hated losing as much as the next person, imdiately retaliating by grabbing Diana's hair.
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