Feng Ruanruan soon touched Sheng Qiuhui's home. The convenient part of the soul body is that he can flexibly use the wall-through technique without being discovered.

After passing through the door and entering the room, Feng Ruan Ruan swept around the room with disgust.

The room was so messy that it was not for people to live in. There were a lot of canned beer and takeaways on the table. I didn’t know how many days I hadn’t washed my clothes, and the air was filled with a smell of mold.

She looked around and didn't see Sheng Qiuhui's figure, so she found a room that looked like the master bedroom and floated in.

When he went in, he saw Sheng Qiuhui lying on the bed and was sleeping soundly.

Feng Ruanruan ignored him and searched the entire room for the so-called evidence.

It’s a pity that as a soul body, she can’t touch anything, and she can only see some things placed on the surface, but obviously, no one will put the evidence on the table openly.

She found nothing useful, and she flipped through the whole house, with nothing but finding a few more depressing paintings.

She was unwilling to return without any effort, so she decided to ask Lin Guihe for instructions first and use the communication spell he gave her.

As long as it is not a killer spell such as thunder talisman, ordinary spells will not have side effects on the soul, and some can even nourish the soul. Therefore, even Feng Ruanruan, who is in the soul body, can use communication spells without worrying about being injured.

Lin Guihe, on the other end of the talisman, hesitated for a moment and said, "I will teach you a formula. If you recite this formula silently, you can enter his dream. But be careful not to stay for too long, and you will almost come back."

Feng Ruan Ruan responded, his eyes shining brightly, as if he was interested in this task.

After reciting the mantra taught by Lin Guihe twice, she felt a suction force coming from Sheng Qiuhui's head.

She subconsciously struggled for a moment before she suddenly realized that it was the other person's dream that attracted her, so she stopped struggling.

She obediently was sucked into Sheng Qiuhui's dream, and she still held the talisman given by Lin Guihe in her hand.

This was also what Lin Guixi specifically advised so that they could hear what happened in the dream through the talisman.

Feng Ruanruan opened her eyes and found herself in a studio.

Unlike the narrow and dilapidated studio before, this time the studio is clean and bright. Outside the window are all kinds of young people walking by, with bright smiles on their faces, but there is a depressing atmosphere inside the studio.

Sheng Qiuhui was sitting in a seat in the corner, quietly painting when two boys suddenly came in outside the door.

The two boys were talking and laughing when they came in, but when they saw Sheng Qiuhui, their faces darkened and their mockery skills were full.

"Oh, isn't this the good son of the plagiarist? Why do you have the face to come here?"

"Look at this painting, it's really not as good as Cheng Xisu's finger, or the professor's son."

"Didn't the professor copy others' words? Who knows if he had copied someone else before Cheng Xisu? Maybe, the title of this professor was copied."

"Then he really wants to thank his father. If his father hadn't copied the position of such a professor, he wouldn't have sent him to the Academy of Fine Arts. See which of his paintings meets the standards of our college?"

The two of them laughed loudly, and the pen on Sheng Qiuhui's hand was about to be crushed by him. He stood up in anger and grabbed one of them by the collar.

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! You all shut up! Don't you slander my father like this!"

His eyes were red, and the flesh on his cheeks was trembling slightly.

The man was pulled on the collar by him without any fear. Instead, he sneered even more sarcasticly.

"Slander? Have you not read the news? Your father has been sentenced to copy plagiarism and will spend the next few decades in prison. Do you think I'm slandering him? Are you in your mind?"

The person next to him wanted to break Sheng Qiuhui's hand away, "Sheng Qiuhui! What are you going to do! It was originally what your father did, why are you angry now! You killed a life and pretend to be a victim here, shameless!"

"Let go!" He tried hard on his hand and finally spread Sheng Qiuhui's hand apart.

The man got out of bed, but he still refused to give in. He tidied up his collar and looked at him, "You and Cheng Xisu are good brothers. If I were Cheng Xisu, I would never let you go if I turned into a ghost!"

After saying that, the man snorted and turned around and left with his friend.

Behind him, Sheng Qiuhui fell weakly on the stool, covering his face and his shoulders trembled slightly.

He didn't want this, he stopped him...

He really didn't want to kill Cheng Xisu.

But no matter how painful he shouted or how he made his father's name, no one would listen to him complain.

He seemed to have his mouth been blocked. No matter how he spoke up online, telling the world that it was just a mistake made by his father and he could not deny his past achievements, but they seemed to have determined that he was a habitual plagiarism.

And I am also believed to be able to enter the art academy by relying on my father.

All his paintings were criticized for being useless. Even if some people think that his paintings are pretty good, they will soon be speculated that he was plagiarized.

He couldn't argue, and seemed to understand Cheng Xisu's feelings at the beginning at once.

The picture turned, Sheng Qiuhui, who had his shoulders drooping depressedly, returned home, holding a letter in his hand.

He sat in front of the sofa at home and placed the envelope on the coffee table, which also placed several unsealed letter papers on the coffee table.

Feng Ruanruan leaned over and glanced at it and found that all the letters were sent by his father Sheng Ke.

The contents of the letters are similar, just accusing Sheng Qiuhui of not visiting him, how bad he lived in prison, and how useless he was.

He said that if the lawyer he was looking for was not reliable, how could he be sentenced?

The content of the letter this time was similar. Although it was expected, Sheng Qiuhui still opened the letter.

Sure enough, there are all kinds of scolding inside.

But why didn't he think that if he had listened to his words and not copied them, he would not have reached this point today.

Cheng Xisu will not die, and he can continue to be his professor, so why do you have to plagiarize?

At the same time, Sheng Qiuhui even complained a little bit about Cheng Xisu.

What's wrong with me? I have to jump off the building and break the matter out, otherwise how could this matter be so fermented?

My father will not go to prison either.

He just thought about it this way and shook his head quickly, as if he was afraid that he would become his father.

He leaned his head up on the sofa, and he seemed to have become more than ten years old.
Chapter completed!