He looked at Gong Yu, then lowered his head to look at the homework book, and then looked at Gong Yu again. He repeated this several times. Even the most dull-witted person would notice that something was wrong.

Zhao Rui was even more proud.

Gong Yu must have made a lot of mistakes to make Yang Li look so ugly.

She stood up again and said in a kind voice, "Teacher Yang, don't be angry. Gong Yu has tried very hard."

What it means is: Gong Yu worked so hard, but still made a huge mistake. This only shows that Gong Yu is stupid. You can get angry as much as you want and scold Gong Yu.

But after Zhao Rui finished speaking, Yang Li's face became even uglier.

He grabbed the notebook and flipped through it again, not believing it, very seriously.

"Miao Yu's handwriting is probably so ugly that even the teacher can't understand it."

"It's really funny. She's so confident despite having poor grades. I don't know who gave her that."

"What's the point of being pretty? She's as dumb as a pig. I guess she'll be the last in the school again this year."

The classmates were whispering about each other with gloating eyes, looking at Gong Yu with contempt and a hint of jealousy.

But most of the people talking about this are girls.

Fifteen-year-old boys and girls already have a love for beauty. Gong Yu has a slender figure, a standard oval face with delicate features, and long ink-black hair. She always attracts the attention of boys and has long aroused the jealousy of the girls in the class.

If beauty is not supported by strength, it will always attract a lot of criticism.

In addition, Gong Yu had extremely poor academic performance and was a submissive person, so she naturally became the target of attack from others.

"Teacher Yang, why don't you use Gong Yu's homework as a model and explain the questions to us!"

The classmates' comments made Zhao Rui complacently ignore Yang Li's suggestive look and aggressively said: "It will also let us know where we are wrong."

She dared to bet that Gong Yu was definitely more than 80% wrong.

Maybe it's all wrong.

The classmates echoed: "That's right! Teacher Yang, we also want to know how much Gong Yu was wrong."

Yang Li looked at Gong Yu's homework book and felt confused.

The handwriting is neat, the answer is clear, and he answered all the questions correctly.

Some teachers respect students with good academic performance and look down on students with poor performance, and he is no exception.

But in his eyes, Gong Yu has always been a poor student.

Now that the poor student has completed the homework, and completed it so beautifully, how can he not be surprised?

Zhao Rui felt unhappy when she saw that Yang Li was slow to speak.

"Teacher Yang, if you're embarrassed to read, why don't I, the study committee member, do it for you?"

Having said that, Zhao Rui stood up, walked up to the podium and came to Yang Li's side without waiting for Yang Li's consent.

But as soon as her eyes fell on the homework book, she was stunned.

"How is that possible?" she exclaimed, snatching the homework book and looking through it.

You got all of them right?

Zhao Rui looked at it over and over again, unconvinced, her eyes wide open, but the answer remained the same.

Suddenly, she seemed to have discovered something and smirked: "Haha! Gong Yu, you are really capable! You actually found someone to help you with your homework."

As she spoke, she turned over her homework book for everyone to see.

"Look, this is not Gong Yu's handwriting at all."

Only after Zhao Rui reminded him did Yang Li realize something was wrong.

He was so shocked by the vigorous and powerful handwriting on the exercise book that he didn't notice it for a moment.

"Gong Yu, I originally thought you were just a bit slow-witted but kind-hearted. I didn't expect you to actually ask someone to do your homework for you. Do you even need someone to help you with your exams?"