Yin Zhu stood quietly without speaking.
When I walked out, I saw him waiting outside.
"Didn't you ask you to take the exam? Why did you come here again."
"I handed in the papers in advance, what did the director say."
"Why don't you ask me if I cheated."
Zhou Yu approached her, "Do you want me to ask this."
"..." I really don't want it.
But she still wanted to say something to him:
"I didn't cheat."
"Ok, I know."
Seeing that he believes in himself so much, this little episode doesn't really matter to him.
"May make up exams, or they may be assigned to other classes."
This means that two people may not be in the same class and continue to be at the same table.
He stared at her without speaking.
She straightened down her long hair and raised her eyes to look at him, her tone of voice flat:
"If that's the case, it doesn't matter, I'll just get back from the next exam."
After a moment of silence, his throat moved and his thin lips opened:
"it is good."
…
The last subject will be taken.
Two seats were vacated in the classroom.
Her, and another boy's.
With half an hour left after Zhou Yu finished the work, the test paper was spread flat on the table, with only the pen pressed on it.
He leaned on the back of the chair, his long legs stretched forward, his black eyes looked at the clock hanging in front of him, and he caught a handful of hair.
The clock ticked away.
When the time is up, the bell rings and the paper is uploaded.
He stood up, put his chair, and walked towards Zhang Xinxin.
A finger tapped on her desktop.
Zhang Xinxin raised his head.
"Student Zhou Yu, are you okay?"
His brows were indifferent, "said outside."
"Can't it be here?"
"I didn't say no."
"Then you just talk about it here, what do you want me to do."
After the exam, everyone in the class packed up and left excitedly.
The remaining few students are still discussing the topics after the exam.
Zhou Yu walked to the side seat, propped his long legs, and sat on the desk.
"Go to the grade director to make it clear who owns the paper ball."
Hearing that, Zhang Xinxin's eyes didn't dodge, "Do you suspect it's mine?"
He didn't answer her sentence.
"Do you say it yourself, or I say it for you, you choose."
The surrounding air seemed to sink suddenly.
Zhang Xinxin looked at him, her palms started to sweat a little, she held her hands for a while and loosened them, and the other hand grabbed the corner of her sleeve to wipe the sweat.
"Do you have any evidence that the paper ball belongs to me? If not, please don't slander me."
Zhou Yu's face was a little cold, and his eyes were clear and without ups and downs.
"There is no evidence, are you thinking about it."
He didn't say much, but the line between the lines gave Zhang Xinxin invisible pressure.
"not me."
"Row."
He stood up.
Seeing that he was leaving, Zhang Xinxin grabbed the backpack and walked in front of him to block him.
Several students in the class stopped discussing the topic and looked at them.
"What are you going to do? I said it wasn't me who did it. Why did you insist that it was me? Obviously I was writing the test papers at the time. Besides, I am not familiar with Yin Zhu. How could I do this, and there is no reason to go. Do these!"
Zhang Xinxin looked aggrieved, and her voice became louder, as if she was about to cry.
Several classmates watched, "Zhang Xinxin looked a little pitiful, what Zhou Yu said to her made her almost cry."
"It seems to be a little bit, but Zhang Xinxin mentioned Yin Zhu, did you hear that, the two of them shouldn't be a little bit..."
Zhou Yu sneered when he heard Zhang Xinxin's words.
Zhang Xinxin panicked inexplicably.
When his eyelids were raised, his black eyes were stained with coldness.
"Are you unfamiliar?"