Qin Yiyi continued to pack up her things without even lifting her head.
It was as if she had never thought that the fire would burn her in the end. Just as she was about to take her things and leave, she suddenly heard a soft exclamation behind her.
"The handwriting on this seems to be... Ah, it can't be... she definitely won't do that..."
"Hey, Qin Jiatong, what are you talking about? Do you recognize the handwriting on this?"
The person spoke with a loud voice. The sound immediately attracted the attention of many people.
The invigilator who was about to leave with the test paper stopped in his tracks.
"What's going on?"
"Teacher, teacher, there's a note here. Someone cheated."
"Hey, there's no name written on the paper. It's useless to read it. Who knows who it is?"
"That's not necessarily the case. The teacher has the test paper in his hands. We can check the handwriting."
Someone suddenly said this in a low voice.
