Vol 2 Chapter 267: How much copied

"Two minutes left ..."
Wen Xiaoshu was in the doorway of their office. Qiu Zhizhi was already here when it was almost ten minutes late for the stipulated time.
Then report it every other minute.
It should be relatively rare for such a dean to compete with a new teacher, but it does happen now.
Everyone knows that Qiu Zhizhi is doing this for Su Qiubai!
On the one hand, lamenting that Qiu Zhizhi is indeed a narrow-minded person, on the other hand, really lamenting that the teacher Su Qiubai is really tough.
I went to work on the first day yesterday and the opening ceremony was late.
And today ... I guess it's bound to be late again!
Sitting in front of his desk, Wen Xiaoshu had secretly called Su Qiubai several times, but no one answered.
This made her think that Su Qiubai had not got up yet, and it was inevitable that she was late.
I'm afraid that at this time, Qiu Zhizhi's mold was touched, so everyone is doing their own things carefully, this office is all silent.
As for the other offices, they were secretly looking at it from the window. Actually, they wanted to see the excitement, maybe the sturdy teacher Su would quarrel with Qiu Zhizhi again.
"One minute left, everyone can see that Su Qiubai has been late for the second day in a row! I really ca n’t think of such a teacher who will stay in our college. shame……"
While angrily speaking these words to the teachers, Qiu Zhizhi raised his pen and planned to draw a cross for Su Qiubai.
As a result, a very calm voice sounded from his ear.
"Yeah! The time is just right, it's almost late ... Dean Qiu, good morning!"
Almost when he heard this voice, Qiu Zhizhi looked up like a ghost.
Just now he had been looking downstairs, without even seeing Su Qiubai's shadow.
But now ... he seemed to appear somehow!
Then it happened to catch up, not late ...
"you……"
His stomach was full of depression, and Qiu Zhizhi's words got stuck in his throat.
"Is there a problem?"
The old driver continued to look calm, but he was secretly happy.
He knows what the is doing, and now he looks like he's eating shit.
Don't talk about him, even a lot of teachers waiting to see the fun are secretly having fun.
Qiu Zhiming was the first to come to school this morning. The purpose was to be late for Casu Qiubai. Seeing those two dark circles, it is estimated that he did not sleep at all last night.
The result is now ... bamboo baskets fetch water, all empty!
He gave Su Qiubai a resentful glance, then Qiu Zhizhi took a deep breath to calm himself down.
"What about your stuff? I said yesterday. The 20,000-character manuscript ... If it can't be delivered, just wait to be criticized!"
Lifting the stubble again, Qiu Zhizhi had a smile on his face again.
That's right, this is the first step in his plan to make Su Qiubai difficult!
What can I see? This is the task of the school, even if anyone is not convinced, they can only hold it in their hearts.
He doesn't think that Su Qiubai can really write a 20,000-character training plan overnight. This kind of thing seems to be nonsense.
Hearing Qiu Zhizhi's mention of this matter, the other teachers set their sights again.
Since yesterday, they thought that Su Qiubai would definitely clash with President Qiu again because of this. After all, a 20,000-word plan was really too nonsense to write such a thing overnight.
The Wen Xiaoshu inside was also worried, and yesterday she was afraid to become like this, so she had been waiting for Su Qiubai to come back and tell him the seriousness of the matter.
Now seeing Qiu Zhizhi mentioning it, he was very nervous.
But soon, this tension turned into surprise, and ... incredible!
"It's not a 20,000-word plan, it's too easy ... for you, there is too much content, I just wrote 40,000 words!"
While speaking this sentence frankly, Su Qiubai had already taken out the fruits of the labor of the uncles last night.
Quite casually, he passed towards Qiu Zhizhi.
Then Qiu Zhizhi widened his eyes and looked at him like a hell.
Not to mention him, the other teachers are almost the same ...
A 20,000-word plan was written in one night?
Even if you write it well, you wrote 40,000 words!
What is this ...?
As they looked at each other, the entire office became extremely silent.
In the end, Qiu Zhizhi grabbed the manuscript from Su Qiubai's hands, and then began to look.
The more I look, the more I feel shocked. The whole person can't help but feel cold.
That's right ... at least 40,000 words!
"Okay, don't rip me up ..."
Seeing Qiu Zhiming's over and over again, Su Qiubai could not help but rolled his eyes and said.
This made the vice president look up again, but his eyes were full of doubt.
"This ... is this your own?"
"Crap, didn't I write it, or did you write it? Can't you see pure handwriting?"
There was no intention to give him face, Su Qiubai just uttered a word.
Qiu Zhizhi was almost not strangled, and his heart seemed to be mad, but he didn't know what to say.
"Okay ... okay! You'd better not make a reference from the Internet ... otherwise I'll make you die!"
After gritting his teeth, he finally turned and left.
The old driver was very calm, and went into the office to say hello to everyone, while sitting down in front of his desk.
Other teachers did not mean to touch the sturdy teacher at all. They just coped with smiles and then were busy with their own affairs.
No way, Su Qiubai and Qiu Zhizhi's situation is very clear now, and somebody will definitely leave in the end.
And this person, it should be Su Qiubai more likely to look at it.
For them, it would be better to keep some distance from Su Qiubai at this time. In case of accidental injury ... it would be a bit wrong.
The only one is Wen Xiaoshu. Come and ask him about the plan.
"Did you really write last night?"
Until now, she still didn't believe it.
Grinning, Su Qiu nodded, he was quite satisfied with the efficiency of the uncles.
"Forty thousand words?"
"Should be more ..."
Seeing Su Qiubai seemed very serious, Wen Xiaoshu suddenly had an idea.
"Then tell me, in what ways did you write? What was your final goal?"
To say that this woman is indeed too clever. Although I haven't known Su Qiubai for a long time, I already know a little about him.
So instead of asking Su Qiubai if he wrote this thing, it is better to ask directly.
Sure enough ... The old driver's eyes widened and his face was depressed.
"You don't follow the rules!"
Upon hearing this, Wen Xiaoshu was in a hurry.
"That manuscript was not written by you, right? Tell me quickly how much you copied from the Internet?"
Worried that other teachers knew, she asked her voice in a low voice.
"I didn't copy it!"
However, the old driver was still serious.
"Why didn't you know what's inside?"
"Because ... well, let me tell you ... that wasn't written by me, someone else helped me, there must be no problem!"
In the end, Su Qiubai blinked at Wen Xiaoshu.
Wen Xiaoshu's face was dazed and his mind was blank.
Did someone help write it? who? Can such things help?
I also want to ask clearly, but seeing Su Qiubai's appearance, coupled with the inconvenience in the office, so I can only give up.
But in her heart, she still prayed that Qiu wisely didn't catch any handle and took the opportunity.
Seeing Wen Xiaoshu returned to her side, Su Qiubai sat at the table relaxed for a while, and was almost unable to explain.
Thinking that there was nothing to do, he took the breakfast out of the bag.
After asking Wang Yusheng about them, it seemed that they were not willing to talk to him, and Wen Xiaoshu said that he had already eaten them.
So, the old driver with a frank heart started to eat.
Just then, an unknown teacher came in.
"Mr. Su, this is your class schedule ..."