Thinking of the relationship between Mo Weiran and Mo Zeming, Wu Hui's eyes became even more angry.

   Stepping on high heels, she walked towards Mo Weiran in a few strides, then reached out her hand suddenly, and tore off the test paper that Mo Weiran was writing.

   "Write what to write? Did I ask you to write it?"

  Mo Weiran was concentrating on doing the questions, when the test paper in his hand was taken away and he was yelled at. Subconsciously, Mo Weiran was taken aback and froze.

   Not only Mo Weiran, but everyone else was also shocked, whether they were doing their homework or were punished to stand.

  Every time after the big exam, Wu Hui would lose his temper, everyone is used to it.

   This time, because of the complaint, Wu Hui was extremely angry.

  Going forward, Wu Hui, although everyone talks about it, will focus on those people whose grades are low and whose family background is not so good.

   This time too.

  Wu Hui felt that the person who complained about her must be someone with lower grades in the class.

  Trained those people for a long time, and later, those who had higher grades and poor family background were also punished to stand.

  Because she felt that she always scolded them on weekdays, so they might hold grudges against her.

  Most of the people in the first class have no background. In this way, more than half of the people in the class were punished to stand.

  Because I am used to this, those who were not called up immediately took out the test paper and started to do it.

   Mo Weiran was too lazy to listen to Wu Hui scolding, so he took out a test paper and started to do it.

   Unexpectedly, Wu Hui's reaction was so great.

  After Mo Weiran came back to his senses, he found that Wu Hui had already torn his test paper into pieces when he was in a daze.

   Seeing this, Mo Weiran immediately became angry, "What are you doing?!"

  Mo Weiran's voice was loud, and Wu Hui was taken aback by the yelling. After regaining his senses, Wu Hui's face was full of anger, "Mo Weiran, you are out of control, how dare you yell at me!"

   Mo Weiran: "What's wrong with you? Who told you to tear up my test paper first?"

  Wu Hui sneered, his tone undiminished, "What class is this?"

   "This is a Chinese class!"

   "Who allowed you to do other test papers? Huh?"

   "I am not allowed to tear up the test papers of other subjects in my class?"

  As soon as Wu Hui said this, other people who were writing the test papers looked down one after another, and then silently replaced the test papers of other subjects with Chinese test papers.

  Listening to Wu Hui's words, Mo Weiran just snorted coldly, "You can do other things in class, why can't I write other test papers?"

   "Tell me, how many minutes have you been in this class? Not a minute."

   "I only know how to swear in one class, but I have the nerve to say that I have worked hard."

   "Oh, yes, you really worked hard, scolding us every day for hard work, right?"

  After Mo Weiran finished speaking, the classroom was very quiet, only the sound of Wu Hui taking a deep breath in anger.

   Seeing this, other people secretly glanced at Wu Hui several times, for fear that she would faint from Mo Weiran's anger.

   "You...you're completely out of order." Wu Hui said, picked up a book on the table and threw it at Mo Weiran.

   Seeing this, Mo Weiran subconsciously raised his hand to block it for a while.

  Then, the book bounced directly back to Wu Hui.

   "Ah!" Wu Hui's screams resounded throughout the classroom.

  Because the classroom was very quiet, her screams seemed very abrupt.

   Soon, blood flowed down Wu Hui's chin.

   Seeing this, other people began to whisper, and the classroom that was still very quiet just now became agitated in an instant.

  Seeing that Wu Hui's chin was bleeding, Mo Weiran was slightly taken aback.

   Recalling later, he has been practicing ancient martial arts recently.

  Although it was not very forceful for him, the force was enough to injure Wu Hui.