"No, it's impossible!" Not to mention everyone else was extremely surprised, even Xiang Linghan's own eyes almost fell out.
"Impossible!" Xiang Linghan held the three identical poems and went crazy.
These three poems were obviously composed on snowy nights several years ago when he listened to the old man's words and composed them accidentally. How could anyone else know about them?
"Someone copied me!"
At that moment, Xiang Linghan shouted.
He was very sure that someone must be copying him!
Among so many people present, apart from him, only the man on the second floor composed three poems like himself.
"Brother, who are you? Not only did you plagiarize my poems, but you also wanted to put me into such an unkind and unjust situation. Dare I ask Xiang, did Xiang offend you?!"
Xiang Linghan took a long breath and looked towards the second floor while trying to maintain his grace.
But the turbulent light in his eyes, like a whirlpool, showed how angry he was in his heart at this moment.
"Are you sure that I really copied you? Mr. Xiang, have you ever heard of the saying, 'Catch a thief and get rid of his dirty stuff, and a traitor will make a couple'?"
Su Jinluo on the second floor was very calm and did not take Xiang Linghan's questioning and fierceness into consideration at all.
"Yes, Mr. Xiang, do you have any evidence to prove that the man upstairs copied yours?"
When Su Jinluo said that, everyone came back to their senses.
The theme was obviously decided by Ling Han himself, so the young master on the second floor could not have predicted it.
More importantly, the young master on the second floor wrote three poems with Xiang Linghan almost at the same time. There was no time difference in between. How could the young master on the second floor copy Xiang Linghan?
If this is true, is the young master on the second floor still a human being? He is a god!
"Yes, Mr. Xiang, do you have evidence? If you have evidence, no one will let you be wronged."
Wei Dongqing, the only one who had ever dealt with Xiang Linghan, stepped out and asked Xiang Linghan.
"I……"
Xiang Linghan felt speechless at this moment. He wanted to prove it, but he couldn't do it.
As the young man on the second floor said, he catches a thief with dirt, but there is no "dirt" in his hands!
Not to mention others, Xiang Linghan felt that if the person on the second floor was really copying, then his copying skills were really great, and it would take a while for the information to be exchanged.
How did the person on the second floor do it, start and close the pen at the same time as him?
"Poetry is indeed good poetry."
Some people debate whether it is true or not, but some people are really appreciating the poem seriously.
"Such a good poem is really rare."
The poetry geek was shaking his head as he tasted it.
"Brother Xiang said that these three poems were composed by himself. If you dare to ask the young master on the second floor, these three poems are..."
Following the words of the poetry geek, so many people and so many pairs of eyes in the hall all looked up to the second floor, their eyes full of admiration, not as suspicious as they looked at Ling Han.
For them, someone who can be recognized by "sir" and even go to the second floor must be a person with amazing talents.
Therefore, everyone is more willing to believe that these three poems were written by the brother upstairs.
Su Jinluo, who was sipping her tea and concentrating on admiring Xiang Linghan's handsome face that was distorted by fear and panic, did not feel the heat in the eyes of others looking at her at all.
Mu Fu, on the other hand, looked at the second young lady who was admired by others with a black streak on his face, and looked extremely frustrated.