The evidence of Qiao Chen plagiarizing and stealing another person's work was irrefutable.
The outcome was obvious.
Mr. Steven did not think for long before he looked up and said angrily, "You can't go to Curtis Institute of Music anymore."
"Teacher!" Flustered, Qiao Chen shouted in a panic and struggled to get out of bed.
However, Mr. Steven was unmoved. This time, his attitude was very firm. He shook his head and tried to persuade her to stop. "Curtis Institute of Music is a hall-level music academy. The top students from all the continents gather there. Your talent isn't considered outstanding, but I've always thought of you as a talented student. Personally, I admired your arrangement style very much. Even if you didn't match Curtis's qualifications, I still applied for this spot for you…"
Of course, Qiao Chen knew this. She knew that Steven had accepted her because he liked her arrangement style.
