The question came straight at them, almost everyone's curiosity was piqued.
Yan Xinxin stood offstage, watching Lu Chenxue on the stage, her heartbeat slightly out of rhythm.
Xue, how could this be...
"Xue, you don't have to be afraid. Just speak the truth, and we will get justice for you!"
Jian Ziqing encouraged her with an air of righteousness as she handed the microphone to Lu Chenxue, her eagerness obvious in her gaze.
"Was it Yan Xinxin who plagiarized your ideas and inspiration, copied your work, and trampled on your efforts, wasn't it?"
She pressed further.
Lu Chenxue took the microphone without changing her expression, facing the judges and audience.
The atmosphere at the scene was unusually quiet.
Holding the microphone, even her shallow breath could be heard.
It was only several seconds later that Lu Chenxue slowly began to speak.
"Yes..."
She parted her lips.
This one word instantly caused Yan Xinxin's heart to sink.
