The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress-Chapter 353 - : 135 Face Slap, Second Work by Bai Lian (Second Update)_3

Chapter 353: 135 Face Slap, Second Work by Bai Lian (Second Update)_3

A black wooden hairpin was at the back of her head, and her hair was all tied up, revealing a long, slender neck.

She went up with a USB drive and bent over to open their group’s PowerPoint presentation.

The speaker was Bai Lian because only she was familiar with these professional terms. Wang Xu had created the PowerPoint, and Bai Lian had already gone over it several times before.

In the middle.

Ling Ziyao glanced at Wang Xu, looking at Bai Lian and the others with a sarcastic gaze.

Wang Xu glared back coldly at Ling Ziyao.

Song Min was somewhat distrustful, an expression of skepticism that he had harbored towards Bai Lian all his life, “Letting her present, are you sure there won’t be any mistakes?”

With that said, those who didn’t know Bai Lian, such as Wang Xu, also quietly asked Tang Ming, “Right, I just heard Liang Wuyu’s voice shaking. Can she handle it?”

“This…” Pei Qin had felt uncertain the night before, but now he was also worried, “If I had known there would be so many people today, I would have let Ning Xiao or Song Min present.”

They obviously didn’t know that the Ma Institute fellows and many professors would be coming; such pressure was not something ordinarily bearable.

While these people were worried, Tang Ming just smiled, “If she can’t handle it, then no one else here can.”

His tone was somewhat proud.

Song Min looked at Tang Ming in surprise.

On the podium, after the PowerPoint appeared, Bai Lian bowed to the professors and students before starting today’s presentation.

“We adjust parameter space using Berry phase and Berry curvature to achieve lossless quantum bit transitions between different energy levels…” She hardly glanced at the PowerPoint behind her.

Standing slightly to the side at the podium, she held the USB drive in one hand, casually pointing at the PowerPoint behind her.

Each time the USB drive landed, it corresponded with the line of text or the chart she was discussing.

The winter sun had already risen, and the golden light streamed through the glass, passing through the air filled with drifting dust and shining upon her. Holding the USB drive, the girl spoke with ease, as if what lay beneath her fingertips was not the PowerPoint nor her own paper, but a vast expanse of territory.

Clad in white top and black skirt, with a casual look in her eyes and the vigor of youth in her gesture.

While everyone was still captivated by her poise, Director Huang finally reacted, hurriedly flipping through the paper in his hands, comparing the textual description on it.

Then he looked up in astonishment.

Wait, this model?

Could it really be the work of high school students?

Next to Director Huang, the professor was listening very attentively, but Gao Jiachen, who was sitting on the other side, frowned when Bai Lian got to the model part of her presentation, squinting at Bai Lian.

Twenty minutes.

Bai Lian finished her presentation, her right hand behind her back, and she bent forward slightly, “Thank you, teachers and fellow students.”

Down in the audience, Wang Xu gave her a thumbs up.

But Ling Ziyao was filled with disbelief.

Bowing their heads, Liang Wuyu and Xu Zhiyue also looked up at the PowerPoint, with Xu Zhiyue not taking her eyes off Bai Lian.

“Teacher, I think their group did really well,” said Director Huang, who hadn’t commented before, to the Ma Institute fellow. He seemed to understand why his teacher was there, “What do you think?”

The Ma Institute fellow hummed in response, giving his brief critique.

The others were still quietly discussing; hearing the Ma Institute fellow’s hum, it was like setting off an explosion.

Bai Lian straightened up, just about to return to her seat.

“Wait,” from the crowd, Gao Jiachen stood up and looked at Bai Lian with a sharp gaze, “I should have mentioned before that the model requires hands-on involvement. Are you sure you participated in the model you presented?”

As soon as he said this, the bustling classroom suddenly fell silent.

In the back row, Director Huang breathed a sigh of relief and said to the professor beside him, “I knew it, where would students be so skilled.”

Fortunately, it wasn’t these students’ work.

The professor nodded, “Regardless, the use of terms in this paper is impressive indeed; it shows that they’ve researched the reviews and the papers.”

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Wang Xu looked up dumbfounded, asking Tang Ming, “Is that a rule?”

Before this, Gao Jiachen had not mentioned any such regulation, which is why they collaborated with Ling Ziyao.

Pei Qin saw it very clearly and narrowed his eyes calmly, “Whether there is or isn’t, now that Dr. Gao has said so, it means there is.”

“What should we do?” Wang Xu’s excitement fell.

Behind them, Ling Ziyao spoke up a bit too loudly, “To think they got the model from someone else, teacher, that shouldn’t count towards the final score, right?”

Director Huang and the others were also stunned, looking at each other with puzzled expressions.

They had originally planned to give Bai Lian a high score.

“Dr. Gao, as long as someone from our group participated in the model, that would be acceptable, right?” Bai Lian leaned on the podium with one hand, her eyes slightly squinted.

Gao Jiachen glanced at her and said in a grave voice, “Indeed, but you’re not going to tell me you were involved, are you?”

“Correct,” Bai Lian raised her eyebrows.

As Director Huang was just about to drink water, he choked on it again.

Looking up in shock, he thought, could you really be that exceptional?

“You think a new paper wouldn’t quickly come to someone’s attention? That no one would notice? This model, it was included in a paper published by He Wen at eleven o’clock yesterday morning,” Gao Jiachen had always considered He Wen a rival.

He didn’t understand why He Wen could go places he couldn’t.

So he always kept an eye on his every move, studying whatever He Wen studied.

Once He Wen published a paper, Gao Jiachen was among the first to know.

“You’re not going to tell me that you wrote that paper, are you?” he asked Bai Lian, almost scoffing.

Students are so blatant with their dishonesty these days.

The entire classroom fell silent.

In the back row, all the professors grew serious, their expressions stern.

Not having made the model oneself is understandable, but claiming to have done so would mean a problem with one’s character.

It raises serious concerns about academic integrity.

“Of course, I didn’t write it,” Bai Lian shook her head. Just as Ling Ziyao was about to laugh, she spoke again, unhurriedly, “However, I did indeed participate in the modeling process.”

“If you look at the authors listed after the title, you should see my name. My name is Bai Lian.”

According to He Wen, she and another student were both listed as second authors.

As a second author, her name would naturally appear on the paper.