pjbooks Chapter 18 Evil, Caught Red-Handed, Exposed
Chapter 18 Evil, Caught Red-Handed, Exposed
Most test takers will choose to use masking tape to stick the four sides together and fix the test paper to the drawing board.
The examination rules do not make any additional requirements in this regard.
The examinee Cheng Wang was observing was somewhat unusual, as he was using a sketchbook.
The exam paper was firmly fixed at the top, but the bottom was wobbly and unstable.
If you don't have a support point when you write, your handwriting will be crooked and uneven, let alone when you draw.
The facts are equally clear to the naked eye.
This candidate's work will inevitably score below 110 points, which is considered to be below average.
However, she didn't seem anxious at all.
Even with subpar visuals, there was still no tension.
Snapped--
If too much force is applied when a charcoal pencil touches the paper, the fragile lead will immediately break.
She took out a craft knife and, surprisingly, started sharpening her pen in the exam room at a leisurely pace!
Two hours had passed, which was more than enough for Cheng Wang, while the other candidates were clearly just getting by.
So far.
Although it was somewhat unusual, the reason could still be attributed to the candidate's own lack of ability, which seemed to make no problem.
Respecting the female student's personal fate and abandoning the desire to help her might be the appropriate choice.
however.
After sharpening the darkest pencil.
Her next move made Cheng Wang truly feel disgusted from the bottom of his heart.
The female candidate looked nervous, glancing around nervously out of the corner of her eye.
Then, with a subtle movement, she picked up the scattered lead powder with her fingers, quickly lifted a corner of the exam paper, and smeared it on the back!
This cycle repeats itself.
Cheng Wang didn't know when she started engaging in such petty theft.
The lead powder covering the back of the exam paper will randomly select one unlucky student who is placed under the exam paper when it is collected, contaminating the entire exam paper and making the picture extremely blurry.
When Cheng Wang discovered it, the corner behind the exam paper, which he could vaguely glimpse, had already been smeared black and shiny.
Niang Xipi!
You drew a pile of shit yourself, and you still want to activate a deathrattle effect, huh?
They're either stupid or purely evil.
Who knows if she ever considered that her self-destructive actions could very well change the life of another student.
In my professional career, I have witnessed many kinds of "evil" that I could not have experienced while I was still in school.
But nothing is simpler, more brutal, and more direct in its methods than the "badness" of student days, capable of harming others.
High-level sleight of hand often strikes by disguising themselves as fools, selecting their victims carefully.
If things go smoothly.
Yu Guanzheng was that unlucky guy.
This unfortunate fellow is still immersed in his own artistic world, oblivious to the world around him.
You'll have to pay back the favor you owe me later.
Cheng Wang sneered and shook his head slightly.
The exam is over.
The invigilator routinely collected the papers, stopping the students from cramming at the last minute and continuing to draw amidst the chaos.
"Take the papers down and wait for me to come and collect them one by one."
The examination hall was bustling and busy. The girl kept her head down, her expression unreadable, pretending nothing was wrong, and behaving no differently from the others.
When it was her turn to collect the papers.
When Yu Guan looked back with a puzzled expression, he still remembered Cheng Wang's instructions to him.
Cheng Wang did not offer an explanation.
He feigned surprise, as if he had never known before, and suddenly spoke up, exclaiming in astonishment, "Hey, teacher, please wait a moment."
"Hurry up and hand in your paper. Don't waste the other students' time."
The proctor frowned, waved his hand impatiently, and ignored Cheng Wang.
He was about to take the girl's test paper.
Cheng Wang spoke again, his tone more certain.
"Teacher, there's a problem with this student's test paper."
"question?"
The retraction motion froze in mid-air.
The girl, clearly feeling guilty and afraid of being exposed, angrily retorted, "What's the problem? Everyone's waiting, don't be disgusting!"
what's going on?
Are we about to start arguing?
The students who had already handed in their papers, since they couldn't leave anyway, were somewhat inclined to watch the drama unfold.
Those following Tan Yuguan and Cheng Wang, whose exam papers had not yet been submitted, were still anxious and also showed dissatisfaction.
Some cheaters, taking advantage of the chaos that occurred, quickly added a few more strokes to the picture.
"What are you trying to say, student?"
Is altering someone else's exam paper a violation of the rules?
"Of course."
Cheng Wang's words hit the nail on the head, showing no mercy and striking at the heart of the matter.
The girl's face turned bright red.
She covered the "evidence" with her hands, her voice suddenly becoming sharp: "What do you mean? Are you trying to frame me? You're just looking for trouble!"
Cheng Wang gave a forced smile and retorted, "Looking for trouble?"
"Everyone's here studying hard for the exam, how could this be—"
Snapped!
With brisk steps and a nimble figure, he swiftly pushed aside Tan Yuguan, who was blocking his way.
next moment.
The back of his hand swung out, striking the opponent's wrist bone with a light but firm touch.
The girl winced in pain, her muscles trembled, and she instinctively covered the spot where she had been slapped, loosening her grip on the sketch.
Cheng Wang said nothing more, simply picked up her drawing board with one hand, and flipped open the back of the test paper.
The entire surface was covered in black lead powder, making it clearly visible throughout the examination room.
Including the proctoring cameras.
What's there to talk about with her?
Besides, she wasn't even jade; she was just some random roadside weed.
"say."
His voice was deep, and his reprimand was unmistakable.
It's brief and to the point.
Every word is piercing to the heart.
Combined with Cheng Wang's imposing demeanor at this moment, he resembled a guardian deity, instantly elevating his stature.
"That's disgusting! How dare they turn the tables? If we collect this paper, that student next to me is doomed!"
"Whose general is this? Why is he so brave!"
"My God, I've heard so many stories about the scandals surrounding art exams from senior students for so many years, but I never thought I'd actually have the chance to be a firsthand witness to these gossips."
"Wow, he's so handsome, bro! Which art studio is he in? I'll have to ask around in the group chat after I leave the exam room."
"We must stand up for the teacher! This kind of behavior absolutely cannot be tolerated!"
"..."
Discussions arose.
An unexpected incident occurred, and various noises followed, forcing the proctor to raise their voice and emphasize the need for silence.
"The paper collection isn't over yet!"
Yu Guan was dumbfounded, completely dazed, as if he finally understood what Cheng Wang meant by raising the score.
Something's not right.
How could he be so prescient?
The sketching exam hasn't even started yet, but they already know about the drawing exam?
understood!
It means he has information he obtained from other places!
The girl stammered and remained frozen for a long time, unable to utter another word.
"Okay, thank you very much, student. Your name is Cheng Wang, right?"
The proctor recovered from his shock.
He pushed up his glasses, his chest heaving, clearly quite startled.
The proctor then gave a thumbs up.
"Cheng, you did a great job. You dared to speak out against injustice."
"Although this is an exam and may not completely determine one's life, today's society really needs people like you to stand up."
The current social atmosphere is far less fraught with contradictions than it will be ten years from now.
Occasionally, opposing viewpoints may clash, leading to debates about morality, but ultimately, these have nothing to do with the school.
As a teacher, even though they were complete strangers, he still stood in his proper place and spared no words in praising them to the skies.
Immediately.
His tone shifted abruptly, his expression changing from friendly to one of intense anger.
"As for you, this situation will be reported to higher authorities and dealt with strictly!"