F*ck, that's really bad.
Xue Jian, the evil Old Deng.
"Alright, alright, I won't make you finish this test paper tonight; treat it as weekend homework. Questions 7 and 14 you can skip if you don't know, we haven't covered them yet."
"Your papers will be given to you during math class tomorrow,"
Xue Jian said this and recalled Lin Li's earlier comment, shooting him a disgruntled look, then turned to Wang Ze, rapping his desk to emphasize:
"Finish them independently; whether you copied it, we teachers can tell at a glance. Don't be lazy unnecessarily. If you're going to copy, you might as well admit you didn't do it."
Wang Ze, who had been chuckling, was surprised to be implicated and hung his head: "Got it."
It's easy to say, but if I actually say I didn't do it, you wouldn't be happy...
Besides, it's not really something you can spot at a glance.
Wang Ze knew very well why Xue Jian was suddenly targeting him; a minor incident happened to him this week.
