Bai Zhen leaned closer and narrowed her eyes to observe carefully.

The font on it is more vigorous and powerful than what she wrote...

It looks ten times better.

Bai Zhen raised her head and looked around vigilantly.

Who did the scribbles in her notebook?

what.

its not right.

She frowned.

When she was in class just now, she kept copying the wrong questions, and when she was done, she put it on the desk.

Who would touch her things during class?

Bai Zhen's eyes fell on her tablemate.

The tablemate glared at her badly.

She wanted to ask if she took it from the same table.

As soon as the line of sight swept to the dirty book at the same table, she immediately had the answer.

Her fingertips stroked the book.

This word is so neat and beautiful, how could it be her at the same table?

Bai Zhen wiped away the cold sweat.

Wouldn't it be hell?

"Have you finished writing? I've cleaned the blackboard!" the squad leader shouted from the front.

Bai Zhen hurriedly responded, "Hehehehe, wait a minute! Give me two minutes!!"

She picked up the pen, glanced at the blackboard and was about to copy down the standard answer.

Of course.

She was in a hurry, but the tip of the pen didn't move.

Bai Zhen's little head was constantly raised, lowered, lowered, raised again.

what.

The above answer is exactly the same as the standard answer?

She scratched her head, answering question by question.

Really... see the ghost!

It is exactly the same! !

Bai Zhen put down the pen with an incredible expression on her face.

"System, what is this?"

System: [No abnormality detected]

Bai Zhen:  …

She turned the notebook back page by page.

surprisingly discover.

After she copied the wrong question, there are still handwriting!

Moreover, the handwriting is exactly the same as the previous answer!

She pushed up her glasses, trying to see better.

The above is full of formula derivation, and there are many mathematical symbols that she can't understand at all.

She flipped through it in confusion, reading it carefully from beginning to end, not understanding a single formula.

Bai Zhen tilted her head and frowned.

"I really saw a ghost..."

She took out a ballpoint pen and drew a big **** on the derivation of a lot of formulas.

I also thoughtfully colored it with a green highlighter.

A few crooked characters above it read: Whoever stole my book is the king!

Bai Zhen licked her lips and stretched her waist.

He even stole a book, and when he stole it, he gave it back to her.

Are you sick? !

**

in the conference room.

The dean was still gushing.

The man closed the pen and put it in his hand - and played for a while.

The cap of the pen was drawn in circles on the black marble table, which made the pair of slender hands white as jade.

Butterfly-like eyelashes drooped down, covering those deep, contemplative eyes.

It was dark outside.

The lights in the conference room were turned on, and the light outlined the handsome face of the man.

The light-colored lips are pursed slightly, and the eyes are lowered in thought, like a person frozen in a picture scroll, elegant and charming.

The pen in the man's hand paused for a while, and as if remembering something, he opened the notebook again.

There was a place just now, maybe it was pushed wrong.

He thought so, wanting to check the reasoning process.

Of course.

Come into view.

But it was a big green turtle.

He worked hard to push the formula for nearly an hour.

All covered by this turtle...

Most annoying.

It is the above line of ugly words.

Whoever steals my book is the king!

Even through the book, I can feel the arrogance of the person who wrote this sentence, whose nostrils are about to rise to the sky.