Zou Wu had hardly borrowed the paper from Tang Tianjiao before the wind blew it away.
Startled, he immediately leapt out of a first-floor window to chase after the paper.
"It clearly flew this way just now, didn't it?"
"How could it not be here?"
He rubbed his arms and shuddered with cold.
The temperature had dropped last night, and unexpectedly, today was very windy as well.
After several rounds of searching, he couldn't find it.
Shivering with cold, he only saw Principal Tian beside the flower bed.
He ran over. "Principal Tian, did you see a math paper..."
"I haven't seen it!" Tian Hanwen declared firmly, cutting him off before he could finish.
Zou Wu was stunned for a moment.
Why did it seem like a flicker of guilt passed over Principal Tian's face?
Zou Wu's eyes quickly darted around, soon noticing a small corner of test paper peeking out from Principal Tian's coat pocket.