Chapter 17: I have a problem with my grades
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“There's something wrong with my math grades.” Song Gardenia frowned.
“I see you are not shedding tears until you reach the coffin, this is your grade, it's already very good, be content. However, you still lost, go find the principal to withdraw from school before it's too late, come and delay my class less.”
Having solved such a big trouble, Old Sun was full of light.
“This is not my test paper.” Song Gardenia continued.
Old Sun seemed to have guessed that Song Gardenia was going to say this and immediately retorted, “You can compare the handwriting yourself.”
Indeed, her handwriting was good, but it had been manipulated, and it was simply impossible to tell without looking closely.
Song Gardenia's long and slender fingers flew over her own answer sheet, pointing out a few traces that had been modified, “Here, here and here, they've all been changed.”
“No way, big sister, you're hilarious. You didn't do well in your own exams, so you say that your papers were altered. If you die, your mouth will be hard at the cremation.”
A student in the class couldn't stand to watch and couldn't help but spit out.
“That's right, it was clearly her who proposed the bet, why can't she afford to play.”
“First time I've seen this kind of person, too stupid.”
Song Gardenia calmly scanned these people and said indifferently, “If it's proven to have been moved, you guys will have to apologize to me in front of the whole school.”
“Ch, betting sister is starting to bet with people again.”
“What are you afraid of, just bet with her. If you can prove your innocence, not only will I apologize to you in front of the whole school, I'll also run 800 meters naked.”
“Brother, too ruthless.”
Cui Gaoxuan confidently raised his chin high, with Old Sun on top, he wasn't afraid.
Song Gardenia: “Good.”
She then turned her head to look at Jiang Feihan, “Jiang Feihan, I remember that your family has recently been developing a new technology that is used to help the police solve crimes, identifying a handwriting should be a breeze.”
Jiang Feihan had questions in his mind, how did she know?
But he still nodded, “No problem.”
Song Gardenia placed the answer sheet in front of him, “Then I'll trouble you.”
In fact, this technology is Jiang Feihan himself pounded out, he had the instrument with him, but to prevent people from saying that he colluded with Song Gardenia, he still held back until the next day, and specially moved a big guy from the Jiang family's lab to look more professional.
When the answer sheet was placed on the instrument by Jiang Feihan very seriously, Lao Sun was a little unable to stand.
He stopped Jiang Feihan's movements, “Is it necessary to go to such great lengths?”
“In my opinion, let's leave this matter at that.”
“Withdrawing from school is just a joking statement, fellow student Song Gardenia, you can't be taking it seriously.”
Song Gardenia didn't care about him, signaling Jiang Feihan to continue.
Jiang Feihan did not forget to instruct a sentence: “This instrument is worth thirty million dollars, if it is bad ......”
You can't afford to pay.
Some words to the point.
Old Sun clenched his fists, and in his heart, he kept comforting himself that he would not be discovered so easily.
Even if he is found, he still has a backing, and he will pass if he fools around.
Thinking this way, Old Sun's heart was a lot more solid.
Three minutes later.
Jiang Feihan said, “There are a total of five places on this answer sheet that don't belong to Song Gardenia's handwriting.”
“Can we find out whose it is?” Song Gardenia asked.
Jiang Feihan: “It can be compared.”
Song gardenia handed him a piece of paper: “Try.”
But a moment later, the result came out.
“It's the same handwriting.”
The crowd clamored.
“No way, it was really hit by her?”
“Cui Gaoxuan, why don't you practice running around naked first?”
The face of Cui Gaoxuan, who was named, instantly turned red, and there was a time when he really felt quite cheap, showing off.
“But who the hell is it?”
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