Otherwise, if someone uses the test paper as an excuse to cause trouble, it will be another trouble.

Thinking about it, he found it funny again and said softly: "I remember her name is Mu Qingyun. Our neighbor is from No. 13 Middle School. Hehe, she will definitely doubt her life after a while."

These test papers of his are all written by top teachers with forty years of teaching experience. They are all known as the "Mountain of Swords and Sea of ​​Fire" in No. 1 Middle School. Except for a scholar like him, Brother Zhao Yang, other students are simply too tired to take a test paper.

Shedding a layer of skin.

As for the students of No. 13 Middle School, they would be scared to death just by looking at them.

Zhao Yang shook his head and ignored the kid's evil intentions.

Not long after, Mu Qingyun stopped writing, stretched his waist, and took the water cup to pour water. Zhang Lan's hands and feet were light and fast, and he pulled back the test paper he had aimed at.

"Hey, let me see, eh?"

Zhao Yang didn't even raise his head. He heard Zhang Lan muttering in his ears, just like a stand-up comic. Reading along with this sound was quite relaxing after he got used to it.

After a while, Zhang Lan gasped: "Good guy, is this written randomly? Brother Yang, you helped me do this question, how could it be wrong?"

Zhao Yang hesitated, frowned slightly, lowered his head and read for a while, then finally raised his head and took the test paper out of Zhang Lan's hand. He was careless at first, but gradually became fascinated and his expression was solemn.

Zhang Lan's eyes almost popped out: "Ah? Did that guy from Thirteenth Middle School really do the right thing?"

Zhao Yang: "..."
Chapter completed!