Tired Lord, your wife is a boss

Chapter 549 Qiao Yimo: I am Qingqing!
Qiao Yimo raised her beautiful eyes slightly, with evil and ostentatious aura recklessly flowing in her eyes, and the corner of her mouth slightly curled up, "What if I am Qingqing? Is it still plagiarism?"

"Qingqing?"

When everyone heard these two words, they thought they were hallucinating.

The corners of Fu Zhiying's lips curled slightly, and there was a bit of sarcasm in his eyes, "Huh? You said you were Qingqing? I also said that I was the chairman of the Writers Association of Country Y."

Hearing the words, Meng Ran also began to laugh, "Hahahahaha, you dare to recognize any identity, your face is so big!"

Principal Jin was embarrassed when he heard it.

This Qiao Yimo really knows how to blow a little bit.

If she was really Qingqing herself, she would not be used to study medicine, she would be directly qualified as a professor in the Department of Literature of Qingbei University.

Before Fu Zhiying could speak again.

Qiao Yimo smiled lazily, "If you don't believe it, you can contact Lin Murong who is working with you to confirm."

Recently, City S did hold the [-]th China Writers Association event, and Lin Murong had always wanted her to attend this event.

But she didn't let Su Zhe reveal that she was studying at Qingbei University, and Collaboration and Lin Murong have been looking for her like crazy these days.

I hope she can attend this collaboration meeting.

Who is Lin Murong?

He is the director of the Network Literature Committee of the Writers Association, and everyone respectfully calls him Secretary Lin.

There is no one in the Department of Literature who does not know him.

This shows how convincing his testimony is!
Meng Ran rubbed her chin, said with a smile: "Qiao Yimo, you must be thinking that you are Qing Qing and you are going crazy."

"Our professors from the Department of Literature at Qingbei University can't afford to participate in the activities of the association. You are very well informed, and you even know the work schedule of Guozheng."

Qiao Yimo glanced at Mengran coldly, bypassed her words directly, and looked at the man sitting in the main seat, "If the principal doesn't believe it, you can call to verify it."

"This..." Principal Jin showed embarrassment after hearing this.

Both the National Writers Association and Secretary Lin are big figures, and it is difficult for him to meet, let alone the contact information, where did he get the contact information?

Isn't this embarrassing him!

Principal Jin had a headache.

Fu Zhiying pursed her lips, got up and walked to the front, "Principal Jin, in order to ensure the authenticity of the matter, I agree with classmate Qiao, it's best to contact the people on the collaboration side!"

Qiao Yimo actually wanted to contact the co-workers, didn't she show her face and beat them up?

How ridiculous!

"But where to contact us, we don't know the cooperating person." Meng Ran looked distressed, then turned around, changed her expression, pointed at Qiao Yimo and yelled, "I think you did it on purpose."

Qiao Yimo just felt that they didn't know the person who was working with them, so they had a reason to avoid them.

What a scheming girl.

Qiao Yimo raised her phoenix eyes slightly, her voice was low and cool, and she looked at the man in the chair with her black eyes: "Why don't you ask the professor of the Department of Literature to contact him, maybe he knows him."

After the words fell, Principal Jin's frowning brows instantly relaxed, he nodded, and agreed: "Okay, Qiao's suggestion is good."

After speaking, he quickly picked up the phone at hand, and then dialed the mobile phone of the professor of the Department of Literature.

"Come over to my office."

Originally, Professor Bai was still teaching in the Department of Literature, but when he received this call suddenly, he could only put down his class and go to the principal's office.

As a result, this matter was known by people in the Department of Literature, one spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and within a short time, the entire Qingbei University knew about it.

"Qiao Yimo said in person that she would let the collaborators prove her identity."

"No way, Qiao Yimo is still shameless, she is really addicted to pretending to be Qingqing."

"Before Qingqing's first book "Warm Front" was sold out, she did not know where to get more than 30 copies, and then gave one copy to each student in Class F of Shengxing Academy."

"No, there is such a thing? Could it be that those are all pirated copies?"

"Hehe, I think that's the case. She replaced herself as Qingqing in high school, and she just had to pretend."

"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really shameless, I want to see how the collaborators deal with her."

"Isn't she afraid that Qingqing will sue her?"

"This kind of person is delusional. I think a mental hospital is the most suitable for her."

"Hehe, Principal Jin will ask the collaborators in person later, and the collaborators will definitely expose her."

"Hahahaha, that's right, we'll just wait and see the fun."

After such a commotion, everyone was in no mood to go to class, and ran to the principal's office to watch the excitement.

In less than 10 minutes, the principal's office was surrounded by people, and it was completely blocked.

At this time, Professor Bai from the Department of Literature also came to the principal's office.

Before that, he had heard of the name Qingqing, and he also admired her works.

The Qing Qing in his fantasy should be a middle-aged woman in her 50s or [-]s, but she never thought of being a student of Qingbei University.

He naturally didn't believe that Qiao Yimo in front of him was Qingqing. After all, if she was really Qingqing, Qingqing's level could replace him as a professor in the Department of Literature, and there was no reason to go to the Department of Medicine.

Facing Qiao Yimo's impersonation, Professor Bai felt a little unbelievable, but also unreasonable.

After all, facing someone he admired being impersonated, he felt somewhat unhappy!
His face was dark and his voice was cool, "I know the collaborators, but they are holding the [-]th Writers Association recently, so they may not have free time to confirm."

The meaning of Professor Bai's words is obvious.

The meaning is to let Qiao Yimo recognize her identity, let Qiao Yimo retreat in spite of difficulties, stop pretending to be Qingqing, and stop being ashamed in front of cooperation.

Qiao Yimo lowered her jaw slightly, and said casually, "It's okay, Lin Murong, the co-worker, Secretary Lin knows me, so he should be able to recognize my voice."

Qiao Yimo already had Secretary Lin's contact information, and he asked Professor Bai to call to prove that the person on the other end was the cooperating Secretary Lin.

As soon as Qiao Yimo said this, the people outside the principal's office began to look at each other in blank dismay.

"Qiao Yimo is still pretending that she can call Lin Murong's name? It's just insulting."

"I know her, I can hear her voice? She has the nerve to say such a thing, it's really shameless!"

"I don't think you should waste time talking nonsense with her. Principal, tell me what you want to do with her."

"That's right, she's been stalling for time now, and Lai won't leave at Tsingbei University. She's really speechless."

All of a sudden, discussions arose.

Qiao Yimo sat on the sofa, crossed her legs, and turned a deaf ear.

Principal Jin turned his face away, looked at Professor Bai, coughed dryly and said, "Professor Bai, you should contact your co-workers first. If Student Qiao is really not Qingqing, I will make my own decision."

If it proves that Qiao Yimo is indeed not Qing Qing and plagiarized Qing Qing's works, in order to be fair, he can only contact Master Tired to deal with it.

Professor Bai's face darkened slightly when he heard this, he nodded, then took out his mobile phone and dialed the number.

The phone rang a few times, and the other end was connected quickly.

Professor Bai was slightly overjoyed, and even his attitude became respectful: "Hello, is this Mr. Lin Murong?"

(End of this chapter)