Hu Yi took out the notebook that Qin Wenrou had given him from his backpack, and then had the student in the front row take Qin Wenrou's notebook from her desk and placed them side by side for comparison.
Immediately, everyone could see clearly that these were two completely different handwriting styles.
The difference was too great.
The notebook in Hu Yi's hand was almost like elegant and free-spirited calligraphy, whereas Qin Wenrou's notebook was, at best, just an arrangement of Chinese strokes.
"Qin Wenrou, where did you steal this notebook from, shamelessly lying to me that it was your own? You didn't even bother to copy it in your own handwriting. Do you think you're too smart or do you think I'm too stupid?"
Hu Yi's barely suppressed anger could no longer be held back.
He had initially intended to handle the matter quietly and never speak to Qin Wenrou again.
