Don't Mess with the Girl with Candy novel Chapter 696

“Mr. Chairman,” one of the judges leaned in and whispered respectfully to the man, “Miss Null did indeed pass away several years ago. You were hospitalized at the time, so you might have missed the news.”

“Is that so?” the head judge murmured, a mocking smile spreading across his face.

Juniper bit her lip and scratched her head. She’d faked her own death for two reasons: one, to stop Tucker from constantly pestering her with questions, and two, because the World Programming Competition committee was unbelievably annoying, flooding her inbox with daily invitations to join their organization. Faking her death had brought her a world of peace.

“Tucker,” the judge said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he turned back to the professor, “are you saying that after winning the championship, Miss Null took you on as her student, taught you her personally developed core programming concepts, and then died shortly after?”

“Yes, that’s right,” Tucker nodded earnestly. “I had other questions for her, but she suddenly had something urgent to attend to. She gave me a book of her notes and told me to study it on my own. Not long after that, I heard the news of her passing.”

“Hmph.” The judge’s face darkened, his patience worn thin. “So you have no way of proving that Miss Null passed this core knowledge on to you?”

Tucker’s mouth fell open, his face flushing with embarrassment. “No, but I swear I didn’t plagiarize.”

Tucker froze, the color draining from his face. He wanted to argue, to defend himself, but he knew it was futile. This was their turf, and this was the perfect opportunity for them to reclaim the title. Without proof, they would never believe him, no matter what he said.

After a moment of thought, he let his head hang in defeat. He had thought that by escaping the politics at home and finally reaching the world stage, he could showcase his years of research and bring honor to his country. He never expected this.

Seeing Tucker’s dejected silence, Byron felt a deep, satisfying release of the resentment that had been building inside him. So this was the great Professor Tucker? Just a common thief, passing off someone else’s brilliant work as his own. If Miss Null knew her core concepts had been stolen, she’d probably leap out of her coffin in a rage.