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"However, whether you hand it over to your advisor now or later, I'm afraid someone might submit your thesis first and accuse you of plagiarism. In that case, you could not only be expelled but also face disciplinary action."

Zhao Qinghuan had heard about this in her previous life.

A senior's thesis was stolen by a roommate and submitted to the advisor first. When she submitted hers, the advisor immediately judged it as plagiarism.

Because hers was submitted later.

If it weren't for the senior finding deliberately left evidence in the thesis, it would have been difficult for her to clear her name, and she would've been labeled as a plagiarist.

"I'll personally find the advisor tomorrow and discuss it." Zhao Tianlei took a deep breath, unwilling to be falsely accused of plagiarism.

The next day, Zhao Tianlei took a copied thesis to the advisor and explained the situation.

The advisor was aware that Zhao Tianlei had submitted the thesis, but it had mysteriously disappeared.

"Student Zhao, I know about it. I'll keep an eye out and won't tolerate anyone plagiarizing your work, and neither will the school."

The advisor knew about Zhao Tianlei's business outside, providing jobs to many.

He had made some money, yet remained committed to his studies without becoming arrogant.

And he respected his teachers.

Absolutely not, especially since his own grandson knew Zhao Tianlei and got along well with him.

The teaching quality at Tsing University Affiliated Primary School is really good.

"Tianlei, there are still half a month to the final thesis deadline. If you rush, you can definitely submit it."

If the thesis isn't submitted, graduation will be delayed.

It's quite unfortunate.

"Yes, I'll hurry."

Zhao Tianlei had a troubled expression. Rewriting a thesis in just half a month wasn't an easy task.

But it had to be submitted.

Whoever hid his thesis must be found.

Mrs. Zhang finally bought a house in the Capital City. The house wasn't very big, which was quite lucky. The owner needed money because a man in the family was ill and they couldn't afford his treatment, so they had to sell the house urgently. Mrs. Zhang managed to seize this opportunity.

Zhao Tianlei advanced Zhang Xiaodong two years' salary, and combined with Mrs. Zhang's savings, along with substantial loans from Cao Dali and Zhang Lanhua, they finally bought the house for nearly ten thousand.

It was a bargain; otherwise, no one would have bought it.

The house had three rooms.

Even though the house cost a lot, the family was delighted.

Zhang Xiaodong worked in an appliance factory, earning a few bucks a month, sometimes less depending on overtime.

But Mrs. Zhang worked at the Courtyard House, with meals provided, earning fifty a month, which was enough for the family of three to save up quite a bit.

Mr. Zhang knew a bit of carpentry and looked after Cao Dali's son, Xiao Yuyu, while Little Candy often played with her grandmother at the Courtyard House.

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"Why did you tear up my thesis?"

Zhao Tianlei looked at Ding Aiguo in disbelief, stunned that it was him behind it all.

Ding Aiguo, of course, didn't admit it.

"Student Zhao, what are you talking about? What happened to your thesis?" Ding Aiguo feigned ignorance.

He stuck to his denial, insisting he had nothing to do with Zhao Tianlei's thesis.

Denied it vehemently.

"It seems that without evidence, you won't confess."

Ding Aiguo adjusted his glasses, "Student Zhao, I heard your thesis went missing, but how can you pin this on me? If it makes you feel better to blame me, then go ahead, I won't mind."