Yu Jingting's shout brought everyone over.
"Why is my bag on the ground?" Suizi went to pick it up.
She had a bag made of cloth, which she carried every day, in which she kept her teaching plan and books.
Now, the cloth bag was on the ground, and the books had fallen out.
Yu Jingting accidentally knocked over the bag, discovering something extraordinary.
The object was in his hand, a hard card made of white paper.
Wang Cuihua, with her crutch and Jiaojiao, came over to watch from the front.
"What are you fussing about?" Asked Wang Cuihua.
Yu Jingting held the hard card in his hand as if it were important evidence, proudly showing it to the three women in the house.
He had always been bullied by these three women. Now, it was his turn to raise his eyebrows and stand up!
"Chen Hansui, Miss Chen, is this yours?" Yu Jingting asked.
Suizi nodded, it was hers indeed.
"You know my handwriting. I write on the board every class, and you never take notes."
