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The next morning, I walked into the campus and found my advisor. I lied that my dog was sick and I needed to go home to take care of him. I thought the teacher would try to keep me, but he agreed and said to me with a smile: " Hank Williams , you are already very good and have won many trophies. Although the competition is important, it is equally important to spend time with your family and pet." The teacher's words made me feel ashamed. He was like a god in the college and was always kind to students. Since I entered college, he has helped me solve problems many times, but I actually doubted him. I am really ashamed!

If it wasn't him, then who was it? I thought carefully about everyone around me, but I became more and more confused. Back in the apartment, my eyes fell on the computer on the table. I began to wonder if the computer was implanted with monitoring software or infected with a virus. I immediately conducted a comprehensive inspection of the computer, but I, who have always been cautious, did not find anything abnormal. This inexplicable situation made me upset, and I couldn't help but sigh. Could it be that the old professor accidentally leaked the news? This is possible. After all, our topic needs to be reported and may be viewed by many people. Moreover, maybe Max Smith himself has thought of this topic? I patted my forehead and smiled bitterly. Am I too sensitive?

I turned on the computer again and tried to write a few lines of code to verify my guess. As night fell, at 9 o'clock, I started the live broadcast again, full of expectations and anxiety.

"Hello everyone, I'm going to livestream writing code tonight." Max Smith's voice came, and he skillfully wrote a few lines of code, and after running it successfully, he showed it to everyone. I glanced at those lines of code, and instantly I felt like I was struck by lightning, and my hands and feet went cold. Those lines were exactly what I wrote this afternoon!

I looked around in panic, suspecting that the apartment was equipped with cameras, but there was nothing on the wall. I moved a stool and knocked on the wall carefully, fearing that the camera was embedded in the wall. The dog seemed to sense my uneasiness and circled around me anxiously.

" By the way, do you remember my stepbrother? He moved out recently, and I finally don't have to see his cold face anymore." Max Smith 's voice was crisp, but it sounded like a magic sound to me. I fell off the stool without paying attention, and the dog barked anxiously.

The live broadcast room was flooded with insults directed at me:

"Isn't it just that you have a rich father? What's so great about that? Do you really think you are the prince?"

"Our Max Smith is the male version of Cinderella. Sooner or later, your stepbrother will be like Cinderella's sister, with his feet chopped off by the prince!"

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Max Smith seemed to be able to see my situation, with a smug look on his face. “Although I hate my stepbrother, I still hope you can take care of yourself and play well.” After saying that, he ended the live broadcast.

I laid on the ground, pounding my fists to vent my anger. Even if I were reborn, would I be unable to escape the fate of being falsely accused of plagiarism?