"Quick, quick, quick, take a screenshot," a student from Professor Sheng's class commented under the livestream.
"Are you an idiot? With all this mess now, how could they still use this sample paper?"
The leadership felt like they were on a roller coaster; the situation was so unpredictable that they couldn't relax for even a moment.
"Professor Sheng, is this your sample paper?" The test paper was handed to Sheng Sidong, and a school leader asked coldly and sternly.
"No," Professor Sheng shook his head.
"How can you prove it isn't?"
"Send someone to my office and retrieve my real sample paper, then you'll know I'm not lying," said Professor Sheng.
Chen Zhan suddenly spoke up, "You knew giving me the sample paper might cause trouble, so you swapped it last minute, didn't you?"
"Of course not," Professor Sheng looked at her calmly.
Initially, he felt angry, then heartbroken, and now he was somewhat numb.
