Yang Chuxia listened, sowhat inexplicably, what did Lele copy? How did he end up arguing with Brother An?
"Then explain why these paragraphs are the sa as what your granduncle wrote, apart from a few different words, everything else is identical. How do you explain that?"
Ye Zi’an’s voice was sowhat cold, "It’s good to be intelligent, but you need to be honest in life and work. You can’t take other people’s work as your own just because you want praise. If you don’t know, you don’t know. Copying others’ work doesn’t make it yours. You need to learn to understand; otherwise, you won’t write well on similar exam questions next ti."
"I’ve said I didn’t, so I didn’t! Dad is just being too arbitrary."
"Son, the Imperial Exam is not like abacus calculations. In abacus, one is one, two is two. You’re ant to do abacus, and if your whole sheet is identical, I wouldn’t have a problem with it. But for these essays in the Imperial Exam, everyone writes differently, understand? Yet, your last few paragraphs are identical to your granduncle’s, which makes suspicious."
Lele’s voice ca again, "I just didn’t."
The child started crying, sobbing heavily.
Yang Chuxia felt uneasy when she heard it. This boy never liked to cry as a child, and even less so as he grew older. Now hearing him cry, it was clear he felt truly aggrieved.
But she understood what Ye Zi’an ant. Indeed, articles are personal works, each person has different intentions and central ideas, so the contents can’t be the sa.
When several large paragraphs are identical, it naturally raises doubts.
Thinking it over, Yang Chuxia, who had intended to knock on the door, pulled her hand back.
She took the two children back.
"Go see if Qingrui and Qingtong have returned."
Ming Lan laughed at hearing this, "Madam, did you forget? The two granduncles went to the manor with so classmates yesterday and said they’d be back tomorrow."
"Oh, I really forgot about that."
Yang Chuxia waved her hand, recalling the conversation she heard between father and son. Yang Chuxia sat in a chair, pondering for a mont. Actually, she didn’t believe her son would plagiarize others’ work; this child’s character is arrogant and would disdain such acts.
But Brother An ntioned many identical parts, which is worth considering. Could it really be a coincidence?
"Madam, Lord Marquis and Master are here."
"Mother"
The voice was low and sowhat drooping. Yang Chuxia looked over and saw Lele’s head hung low.
"I had the kitchen make iced red bean paste, co over, mother will help you wash your hands, and later have sothing cool." Yang Chuxia pretended to know nothing, stepping forward to pull him to the basin.
Yang Chuxia wanted to help him wash his face, but Lele quickly grabbed the towel, "Mother, I’ll do it myself."
His voice still a bit hoarse, which made Yang Chuxia feel uncomfortable inside.
She turned back to glare at Ye Zi’an, who, taken aback, touched his nose, and quickly realized that the study incident was surely known to his wife.
Seeing he was done washing, Yang Chuxia handed him the bowl, "Eating this is enough for now, or dinner won’t be tasty. I had so made with fruit flavor. If you find it tasty, I’ll have soone send so to the school tomorrow."
Lele nodded, "Then mom, send more. There are so there who I talk to occasionally, and also the teacher."
"Alright, mom will rember." Yang Chuxia unintentionally glanced at him, and sure enough, his eyes were red, clearly showing signs of crying.
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