Zhuge Mingshan kept an eye on Zhao Guangran and his group, thinking that even if there were so-called exam papers, so what.
Someone from the Northeastern Rural area, could their exam papers contain more than what they had seen in Beijing?
In short, everything is just pretend. Zhuge Mingshan expressed that they should just let them make a fuss and jump around, as in the end, they would only meet a more miserable failure.
"What, you say even Teacher Wu thinks that exam paper is good?"
"That's impossible." Zhuge Mingshan did not expect her classmate to bring such bad news, it shocked her greatly.
"It's really impossible. How could Teacher Wu think that kid's paper is good?"
"That I don't know, but Teacher Wu and the others went to Principal Zhuge's office to make a fuss because they rummaged through Teacher Zhao's desk, especially after Teacher Wu couldn't find anything, they even intended to search Teacher Zhao's body."
