As an invigilator, Shen Jian felt that he needed to correct the style problems in the examination room.

He casually tore off a small piece of paper, wrote the answer in it, and randomly threw it into the shadow of the heel of a yellow-haired ghost candidate.

Players:???

Shen Jian is one of their group. They noticed Shen Jian's operation early on, but what do you want to do?

Chat interface.

Players are discussing.

"I feel like he has a bold idea."

"What a show. Doesn't this boss want to destroy this group of candidates?"

"I know it's very possible. Even if there are no conditions, we have to create conditions for others to cheat."

"...Hey, in this thriller game, who is the ghost?"

"Any of you who know this big guy, I want to add him as a friend."

"1."

"1."

"..."

the other side.

Shen Jian pretended to patrol a few times and then stopped.

"Eh? You cheated?"

Shen Jian knelt down and picked up the note.

A look of pain and sorrow on his face.

Everyone's eyes are focused here.

The female teacher also came over after hearing the news and checked the note.

His eyes suddenly fell on a yellow-haired candidate.

"???"

Huang Mao looked confused.

How can you accuse someone of innocence out of thin air?

Although I am a bad student, I don't mind cheating.

How could this note be mine?

Framed.

There are thieves who are framing him.

"I...I didn't."

The yellow-haired ghost yelled for himself at the top of his lungs.

The female teacher took the test paper and matched it with the answers on the note. Oh wow, even the answers that were not answered on the test paper appeared on the note. Needless to say, it was cheating.

The female teacher's aura became dangerous and gloomy.

The white jade hands turned into ghost claws when rubbed.

Huang Mao was confused.

Did I cheat?

Did you cheat in your dream?

"Just a small punishment is enough. Why go to such a big fight? I'll do it."

Shen Jian shook his head.

How could he be captured and confiscated from the Eighteenth Level of Hell after being beaten to death?

The unlucky guy just now was almost beaten out of his body, his Yin Qi was almost gone, and he couldn't get much wool out of him after he was caught.

This one is different. The yin energy is of good quality, so it can probably last for a while longer in the eighteenth level of hell.

The female teacher woke up with a start, and the ghost claws quickly restrained themselves.

Twisting his body.

It's like being seen in a bad light.

He glared at Huang Mao fiercely.

Huang Mao:......

Big brother, you are my reborn parents.

The yellow-haired ghost looked at Shen Jian with deep gratitude in his eyes.

Just now, he was almost beaten to the point of being beaten.

"Cheating in the exam room, canceling the results, and the menstruation are too bad. You must inform your parents. Give me your mother's phone number. I want to talk to her about this problem."

Shen Jian said seriously.

"As for now, I'm going to give you some punishment."

Huang Mao nodded.

Compared to being slapped to death, all other punishments are nothing.

The next second.

A ghost rope dyed red descended from the air, put it on Huang Mao's head, lifted it up, and hung it in the air.

Huang Mao:……

He was wrong.

This punishment is so embarrassing.

He was moved out of the examination room by Shen Jian with a look of tears on his face.

The exam is still going on.

Shen Jian stopped next to a ghost with a long tongue.

Just watch him quietly answer the questions.

"Why."

Shen Jian sighed slightly, his voice only covering one person.

Long-tongued ghost:?

I am super, what do you mean when you sigh?

The long-tongued ghost suddenly became nervous.

Quickly start checking the previous problems.

When the third question was checked, the sigh came again.

It was accompanied by a slight shake of the head.

Um?

Did I answer this question wrong?

The long-tongued ghost looked at the question: Which food in the cafeteria is the most nutritious?

His answer was eye-catching.

That's right.

This dish is the most nourishing.

This is almost universally accepted in the cafeteria, how could it be wrong?

"well."

Another sigh.

Long-tongued ghost's brain and mind storm.

Wrong, this must be wrong.

Could it be fried pancreas?

He tried to write the answer down.

"Why."

wrong again.

The long-tongued ghost heard the hidden meaning.

Steamed skull?

"Why."

Braised kidney slices?

"Why."

Raw marinated spicy chicken?

The long-tongued ghost was completely confused.

My head was already dizzy, so I was scribbling on the exam paper.
To be continued...