In the office of the grade director, the director slammed the note onto the desk heavily: "What do you have to say for yourself?"
The grade director was notoriously stern. Zhou Chengchen looked at the note; she knew there was no way to explain herself, but...
"I don't know. I didn't put it there."
"If it's not you, then who? Are you saying someone else put it in your pencil case? Zhou Chengchen, have you been watching too many TV dramas?"
"It's not me. I don't know."
Zhou Chengchen remained defiant; she truly didn't know.
She hadn't even noticed anything in the small pocket when she opened her pencil case to get a pen.
Her pencil case wasn't a complex design; it just had a small pocket in the lining, which was a birthday gift from Xiao Rou. She had no idea what that pocket was for; she had almost never even touched it, yet someone had stuffed a note inside.
