Punishment
"Are you saying that what they passed was a fake?" When Wen Zhu heard my message, he stared dumbfounded at the note that was still being passed. The note was still being passed around frantically by these people up to now. Each person who received the note passed it around with a pale face. The faces of those who received the note were pale, and after passing the note over, the faces of these people were obviously much better. The notes continued to be passed, and with each pass came the fear of a student. The fear was contagious. As the end time drew nearer, everyone in the classroom could clearly feel that death was not far away. "Yes, 100 percent of the notes in their hands are fake." I said calmly. "How do you know that, boss?" Wen Zhu asked. "It's very simple, I marked the note o
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