After wearing the book, I started to counterattack

Chapter 172 The Test Paper Was Torn

Hearing Yu Tingting's words, Zhang Xiaoli, who bowed her head in annoyance, was suddenly overjoyed.

Anyway, girls are wasting time when they go to the bathroom together, she, she just needs to hurry up and copy all the correct questions.

Who asked the teacher to correct the wrong questions on the test paper before school today and hand it back.

She, she can't help it.

There are so many wrong questions, Zhang Xiaoli really can't remember which textbook and which page these questions are in.

After all, these mock exams have textbook questions from senior one to senior three.

After watching Yu Tingting pull the helpless Feng Le away, Zhang Xiaoli, who had been bowing her head, raised her head, looked at the two of them, and looked at the test paper Yu Tingting put on the table.

Just about to pull her over to quickly copy, Zhang Xiaoli saw Feng Le's test paper from the corner of her eye.

"It seems that Feng Le's score is higher, and there are fewer wrong questions." She can also copy more easily.

It's just that Zhang Xiaoli is also a little entangled in her heart. After all, after all, they are having trouble. It is Feng Le, Yu Tingting and the others who are sorry for her. Zhang Xiaoli has been waiting for them to apologize to her, but she has not seen it after waiting.

If she is subdued now, wouldn't she just admit defeat.

Zhang Xiaoli doesn't want to take the test paper anymore.

But then I thought about it, they owed me, they were all classmates, so what if I took their test papers?
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoli quickly yanked Feng Le's test paper, trying to quickly yank it to her seat, but ended up with a "hiss".

Zhang Xiaoli stared dumbfounded at the test paper that was pressed by the water bottle. Under her pull, it was torn apart from the middle, half of which was pinched by her hand, and half fell to the ground with the water bottle.

With a "click", the kettle, which is not of good quality, was thrown into a crack by the ground, and the light red tea inside rushed out, soaking half of the test paper.

The students in the class were startled when they heard the sound, and when they looked back, they saw half of the test paper in Zhang Xiaoli's hand, as well as the cracked kettle on the ground and the other half of the test paper that was soaked.

"Scared me!"

"Scared me to death!!!"

"What's the matter?"

"Ah, this is Feng Le's test paper!"

Some sharp-eyed students immediately saw the name on half of the test paper in Zhang Xiaoli's hand. At this moment, everyone in the class stared at the other half of the test paper on the ground in amazement.

"Hurry up, see if there is anything wrong with the composition of the test paper? Feng Le's composition is for a competition to win honor for the class!"

The collective honor of Class [-] and Class [-] of senior high school is still very strong. Immediately, some students who approached hurriedly picked up the other half of the test paper on the ground and carefully identified it.

Upon hearing this, Wen Zicheng, who had bowed his head in silence at his seat, quickly got up and walked over quickly, his eyes just happened to see the half of the test paper that was picked up by the students.

Except for the title printed on it, it was still very clear, but the black text was blurred, turning into cloudy black on the paper.

The classmate who picked it up said in surprise.

"God, this happens to be the composition side."

"Composition?! It's not what I thought, is it? Have you copied Feng Le's composition?"

"Just now class, how can it be so fast!"

"It's over, the test paper has been destroyed, how can we go to the competition?"

"Just ask her to rewrite one."

"Can you rewrite it the same? If you don't write every word well, and you have revised it, it will feel different."

"Then what should we do? Zhang Xiaoli, did you do it on purpose?!"

Hearing her name being mentioned, Zhang Xiaoli came back to her senses. She waved her hand quickly, and the other half of the test paper rattled against the wind in her hand.

"I'm not, I didn't. I just wanted to use Feng Le's test paper to copy the wrong questions. I really didn't mean it."

Zhang Xiaoli was so anxious that tears fell out.

After hearing Zhang Xiaoli's words, some people rolled their eyes, and some people planned to calm the matter down.

"Oh, forget it, let's see what to do with this composition first?"

"How can this be counted?"

"It's not your test paper, you say forget it..."

At this time, Wen Zicheng said, "Don't worry about the test papers, what about reading the composition?"

As soon as Wen Zicheng spoke, the discussion in the class turned to Feng Le's composition.

"Feng Le read it in class just now, do any of you remember?"

"Uh...although I'm very touched, but I'm done crying."

"I have no impression."

"do not remember."

"The waist pocket has no eyes, so I can't remember."

"Forget it, let Feng Le write it again. Since she can write this one, she will definitely be able to write another one."

"Then if we want to start over like this, why not let Wen Zicheng do it? After all, his composition is elegant and elegant, much better than Feng Le's dry vernacular."

"Hey, didn't you cry just now? This is called vernacular?"

When Feng Le and Yu Tingting came back from the toilet, they found that the class was noisy, especially around their seats, surrounded by a group of people.

Yu Tingting quickly walked back to her surroundings, and asked, "What's the matter, what are you doing here?"

Noticing Feng Le behind Yu Tingting, the noisy classmates scattered around, revealing Zhang Xiaoli who was still holding half of the test paper in a daze.

Yu Tingting felt something was wrong, and quickly squinted her eyes and asked, "Zhang Xiaoli, why did you tear up your test paper?"

As soon as Yu Tingting said her words, someone immediately replied: "She didn't tear up her test paper, it was Feng Le's."

"What!!!" Yu Tingting looked in disbelief.

"The test paper was not only torn, but also destroyed." The classmate who picked up the other half of the soaked test paper shook the black paper in his hand.

"Destroyed?" Yu Tingting looked at the paper in his hand suspiciously, "What about the other half?"

"Neng, here it is." The classmate continued to shake the paper on his hand.

"The important thing now is not this, Feng Le, did you copy the composition that Teacher Tang asked you to copy?" Someone asked quickly.

Feng Le walked forward slowly, picked up the kettle that had fallen on the ground and leaked a lot of water, and looked at the little wolfberry water left in it.

Feng Le felt a little distressed, she hadn't drunk yet.

This is tea made with fairy spring water!

Hearing a classmate ask, she shook her head, "Not yet."

As soon as Feng Le finished speaking, the discussion among the class became louder.

"Oh, it's over."

"The curtain call before the big show is sung, it's over~"

"Oh, I thought I could get an award in class, but I lost everything."

"If you want to blame, blame Zhang Xiaoli."

"Blame her, then blame Feng Le for putting the kettle on the desk."

"..."

Tang Qing, who heard what happened, hurried over from the office, frowned and asked, "What happened, what happened to the test paper?"

"Teacher, you can ask Zhang Xiaoli, she ruined it."

Zhang Xiaoli burst into tears. She had been petrified for a long time, and now she would cry and say, "I didn't mean to."

(End of this chapter)