Qiao Chuweng was irritated by his words.
"It's just a piece of paper, right? You've solved the questions on it, what else do you need? Don't you never take notes?"
Fu Ming, although slow-witted, could sense the dissatisfaction in Qiao Chuweng's tone.
He found it inexplicable.
"These aren't the questions I've solved, I need to take it back to continue studying."
"Not your questions, yet you're discussing them so much with her?"
"Because she solved these questions."
After speaking, Fu Ming took the draft paper from Qiao Chuweng's hand, folded it, and tucked it into his book.
Qiao Chuweng just thought it was amusing.
"She said she solved them? Fu Ming, you're really gullible, you can even believe something like this."
Fu Ming was puzzled.
"What did she trick me about?"
"Doesn't it look like she copied it from someone else? Otherwise, do you think someone who ranks at the bottom of our class can solve the hardest physics problem on their own?"
