Zheng Qing quickly filled in the names Jiang Yu and Tang Dun on the voting slip, then crumpled it into a ball and tossed it away. The ball of paper fluttered in the air, extending a slender neck and wings, transforming into a small cyan bird which wobbly flew toward the podium.
Similarly, many classmates did not spend too much thought on electing the monitor but focused their attention on another group of paper cranes flying from the podium into the room. These cranes contained their final exam results inside them. Perhaps it was Old Yao's wicked sense of humor; as students submitted their voting slips, he also turned everyone's report cards into paper cranes, which flew off the podium.
In an instant, several dozen paper birds were flying in opposite directions in the small classroom. Occasionally, two of them would collide, eliciting soft exclamations from the witches as they clumsily struggled and flapped their little wings, trying to reach their destinations.
