Zhao Xinlan had also noticed the big red crosses on Zhou Siyu's notebook and couldn't help feeling puzzled, "Siyu, yesterday's questions weren't hard, I knew how to do them all, how come you got every single one wrong?"
"It's all because of Shen Mianmian." Zhou Siyu said through gritted teeth; no wonder Shen Mianmian had agreed so readily to help her with her homework yesterday—she had been waiting to trap her.
"What does this have to do with Shen Mianmian?"
"She wrote the homework for me."
"..."
Fuming with anger, Zhou Siyu's hand which was writing the homework, wished she could puncture the notebook. The moment the bell rang for the end of class she couldn't hold back anymore and went straight to confront Shen Mianmian.
"Sis, you did this on purpose, didn't you?"
"What did I do on purpose?"
Shen Mianmian wore a look of complete bewilderment.