Su Weiyi is more familiar with this painting than anyone else; it’s something she painted stroke by stroke. Now it’s being displayed there, but obviously, the name behind it won’t be hers.

Su Weiyi’s gaze froze on the screen for two seconds before quickly shifting to Zhang Ziyu in front of her.

Zhang Ziyu just happened to turn her head around, their eyes met, and Zhang Ziyu’s eyes were full of pride and arrogance.

It seemed she was certain that Su Weiyi couldn’t do anything to her.

Although she knew it was Zhang Ziyu who took her work, Su Weiyi never expected her to be so bold and directly use her painting as her own.

Isn’t she afraid that she’d expose her?

Or is she sure that even if she steps forward, no one would believe her?

An unprecedented anger surged in her heart, Su Weiyi started trembling all over. Looking at her usual weak appearance, did they really think she was easy to bully?

Soon, the painting exhibition ended, and everyone started voting. The students in each class at the Art College weren’t many, so the results were quickly tallied, and the teacher stood on the podium to announce.

The one with the highest votes was unsurprisingly Xie Xiaoran. The student voting may be biased by interpersonal preferences, but the teacher and professor’s vote counts as ten votes, so clearly, Xie Xiaoran’s painting was standout.

Second was Zhang Ziyu, third was a male student named Cui Chenghao.

"Alright, this is the result chosen by everyone, so our class will let these three students go to compete against other classes. If there are no objections, class is dismissed."

"Wait a moment."

Su Weiyi suddenly spoke up. When Zhang Ziyu went up earlier, she gave her a proud and arrogant look again. Su Weiyi had never been insulted like this before. She was past caring; she originally didn’t want to expose her in front of so many people, but stepping on her boundaries repeatedly was too much.

As soon as Su Weiyi spoke, everyone turned their heads to look.

Su Weiyi stood up, walked to the podium, and brought up that painting herself, then stared directly at Zhang Ziyu: "You say this is your painting?"

Zhang Ziyu’s eyes no longer held the earlier pride, only a generous smile: "Of course."

Su Weiyi sneered, then turned her gaze to the crowd below: "This is my painting."

The audience erupted in murmurs, Zhang Ziyu seemed not at all surprised by Su Weiyi’s attitude, still maintaining a graceful smile: "Su Weiyi, you need evidence to speak and act. From the start of sketching, I showed this painting to Professor Zhang, and now you’re saying it’s yours? What’s your evidence?"

Su Weiyi frowned, she hadn’t expected Zhang Ziyu to say that. As for the so-called Professor Zhang, she was indeed present, a woman in her early forties, to be precise, an associate professor.

Just as Zhang Ziyu finished speaking, Professor Zhang spoke up: "Indeed, Zhang’s painting came to consult my opinion initially because the competition required one painting, while hers was actually a collage of four images. She was worried it didn’t meet the rules, so she came to me."

Su Weiyi’s face turned a bit ugly. How could this be? Even if the concepts collided, they couldn’t be identical in detail. This painting was obviously from her hand, why was there a professor testifying for Zhang Ziyu?

People below started whispering, Zhang Ziyu was still smiling gracefully: "Su Weiyi, I know we had some unpleasant conflicts due to misunderstandings before, but you can’t falsely accuse me, right? You say this is yours, who can prove it?"