The class monitor moved all of Tang Zhixuan's textbooks, shook them one by one, and didn't see the pen. Then he opened Tang's pencil case to check, still no sign of it; he bent over to check inside the drawer.
Inside a slit in the drawer, a fountain pen was wedged; the class monitor's eyes lit up, and he pulled it out before quickly walking over to Chen Bing.
When Tang Zhixuan saw that fountain pen, his face instantly turned pale as if he were struck on the head with a club, and he stiffened right there.
As Shu Yu saw the class monitor hand over the pen to Chen Bing, she subconsciously looked at Tang Zhixuan.
Chen Bing, holding the pen, walked to the classroom door, raised it, and asked Gu Jiajia, "Jiajia, is this your pen?"
As soon as Gu Jiajia saw the fountain pen, like meeting a long-lost brother, she was shocked and delighted, quickly ran up, and grabbed the pen: "Yes! It is——"
Chen Bing swept a sharp gaze over everyone and said sternly, "Everyone back to the classroom!"
