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Facing reporters' questions, Ma Lingling didn't know how to answer.

"This……"

In front of everyone, she can never say that she plagiarized it.

It's all Wen Mian's fault.

Even if it came up later, someone would help her guide her.

Thinking of this, Ma Lingling spoke again.

"Of course it is my original work. Wen Mian plagiarized my work. This matter has been initially concluded. Wen Mian plagiarized it. As for the result, it still needs to be handled by the police station."

Ma Lingling pretended to be relaxed and helpless, shrugging towards the camera.

"I didn't expect Wen Mian to do such a thing. I always thought Wen Mian was a good and hard-working artist. After all, she participated in a singing competition and won first place."

Speaking of this, Ma Lingling suddenly looked at her teammates who were recording the show together.

What a coincidence, Gu Feng was also among this group of people.

He originally lowered his head, not wanting to be discovered by others.

But Ma Lingling took the initiative to mention his name, causing the camera to immediately shift to Gu Feng's face.

"By the way, everyone must know that Teacher Gu Feng also participated in that competition, but Teacher Gu Feng only took third place. I think based on his true strength, Teacher Gu should be first."

Gu Feng looked embarrassed and quickly waved his hands towards the camera and Ma Lingling.

"No, third is fine too."

"Teacher Gu Feng, when you participated in this competition, did you expect Wen Mian to win first place? Did she buy this ranking, or was it chosen by the public judges?"

How should Gu Feng answer?

This is a live broadcast!

The farce between her and Wen Mian actually wanted to involve her in it?

Gu Feng's heart was beating wildly and he was so nervous that he was at a loss.

But Ma Lingling smiled and naturally used Gu Feng as an attack point.

"This... I don't know. I'm just a player. As for the outcome of the game, I don't know."

The camera turned back to Ma Lingling's face.

Gu Feng hid behind the crowd and averted his eyes as much as possible.

The reporter asked again:

"In that case, what do you think of Wen Mian's strength?"

"what?"

Ma Lingling pretended to be surprised. It seemed like a compliment, but it was actually a slander. "I don't know, but I think Wen Mian should be a hard-working player. But this time, he was obsessed with plagiarism, right? As long as Wen Mian apologizes to me in public, I will definitely be able to forgive him."

At this moment, Wen Mian behind the screen had a panoramic view of this scene.

And these questions, this reporter was also asked by Wen Mian.

Pei Zhiyao, who was next to him, couldn't help but come forward and asked with squinted eyes:

"Is this your plan?"

Wen Mian smiled and didn't answer.

"Are you planning to fight tooth for tooth?"

"Since she wants to be in the limelight so much, I must satisfy her. How can I do it with only one variety show? I must arrange more shows for her."

Speaking of this, the reporter asked:

"Since Miss Ma Lingling is so confident, would you be interested in participating in the two recent popular variety shows to improve yourself?"

With that said, the reporter handed over the invitation letter.

One of them is a large concert party.

All present were celebrities from all walks of life.

There are even some entertainment companies trying to pry people down there.

Artists who can stand out at the party will naturally have the same resources in the future.

Another variety show is an ordinary love variety show.

Ma Lingling took the invitation and was a little at a loss.

"What do you mean..."

She looked at the other artists and the director uncertainly.

None of these people responded.

Ma Lingling had no choice but to accept the invitation and said, "Thank you. The recording of the program is over. I will take a closer look."

The reporter left the scene and the variety show continued recording.

But the scene just now was something that had never appeared in any major variety show.

How can a reporter pry people off while recording?

How strange!

Behind him, the voices of other players sounded.

"Congratulations, Lingling." (End of chapter)