Thinking of the relationship between Mo Weiran and Mo Zeming, the anger in Wu Hui's eyes became even brighter.
Wearing high heels, he walked towards Mo Weiran with a few strides. Then, he suddenly reached out and tore off the test paper that Mo Weiran was writing.
"What to write? Did I ask you to write?"
Mo Weiran was concentrating on doing the questions when the test paper was taken away from his hand and he was yelled at. Subconsciously, Mo Weiran was startled and froze.
Not only Mo Weiran, but everyone else was also frightened, whether they were doing homework or being punished to stand.
Every time after a major exam, Wu Hui would lose his temper, and everyone was used to it.
This time, Wu Hui was particularly angry because of the complaint.
Going forward, Wu Hui, although everyone talks about it, will focus on those who are at the bottom of the rankings and whose family background is not that good.
This time too.
Wu Hui felt that the person who complained about her must be someone with lower grades in the class.
After training those people for a long time, those with high grades and poor family backgrounds were also made to stand.
Because she felt that because she always scolded them, they might hate her.
Most of the people in the class had little background, so more than half of the people in the class were forced to stand.
Because they are accustomed to this, those who were not called up immediately took out the test papers and started doing it.
Mo Weiran was too lazy to listen to Wu Hui scolding, so he took out a test paper and started doing it.
Unexpectedly, Wu Hui's reaction was so big.
After Mo Weiran came to his senses, he discovered that Wu Hui had torn his test paper into pieces while he was stunned.
Seeing this, Mo Weiran became angry immediately, "What are you doing?!"
Mo Weiran's voice was so loud that Wu Hui was stunned for a moment. When he recovered, Wu Hui's face was full of anger, "Mo Weiran, you are so outrageous, how dare you yell at me!"
Mo Weiran: "What's wrong with you? Who asked you to tear up my test paper first?"
Wu Hui sneered, the anger in his tone not diminishing, "What class is this?"
"This is Chinese class!"
"Who gave you permission to do other subject papers? Ah?"
"You are not allowed to tear up the test papers for other subjects in my class?"
As soon as Wu Hui said this, the other people who were writing the test papers all looked down, and then silently replaced the other subject test papers with the Chinese test paper.
Mo Weiran listened to Wu Hui's words and just sneered, "You can do other things in class, why can't I write papers for other subjects?"
"Tell me, how many minutes did you attend this class? Not even a minute."
"In one class, I only know how to curse, but I still have the nerve to say that I worked hard."
"Oh, yes, it's really hard for you. It's hard for you to scold us every day, isn't it?"
After Mo Weiran finished speaking, the classroom was very quiet, the only sound was Wu Hui taking a deep breath in anger.
Seeing this, the others secretly glanced at Wu Hui several times, fearing that she would faint from Mo Weiran's anger.
"You...you are so rebellious." Wu Hui said, picking up a book on the table and throwing 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 scream echoed 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, which had been quiet just now, suddenly became agitated.
Mo Weiran was stunned for a moment when he saw Wu Hui's chin was bleeding.
Later I remembered that he had been practicing ancient martial arts recently.
Although he didn't use much force, the force was enough to injure Wu Hui.
