The note, which should have landed under Ye Jian's desk, bounced back to her seat. The invigilator heard the commotion and walked towards her.
"Lift your feet."
As the invigilator's voice came from above her head, Ye Ying's heart trembled. Her legs trembled slightly. Under the invigilator's sharp gaze, she slowly raised her feet. The paper that should have appeared under Ye Jian's seat was picked up by the invigilator.
"Who gave this to you?"
His voice was deep and serious. It was like a basin of ice water. Ye Ying was tense. She shivered. No, no. She cannot panic. She must not panic.
How can she panic now? She had to calm down!
Ye Ying bit her lower lip and didn't reply immediately. Instead, she was thinking about how to break the situation. Suddenly, Ye Ying narrowed her eyes slightly. An even more sinister look flashed across her eyes.
Since the note wasn't delivered… then she would fight it out!
