Lawrence White pinched the bridge of his nose, waved the test paper twice, and spoke helplessly, "Come up and get your paper."
Claire Green propped her wrist on the desk to stand up, yanked the hem of her uniform lazily, walked up, took the paper, and prepared to step down.
Suddenly, Lawrence White thought of something, handed the remaining papers to the class representative to distribute, and called Claire Green back.
"By the way, write this test paper twenty times and hand it in to me in class tomorrow."
After a pause.
Claire Green stopped, turned around, a smile in her eyes, "Teacher, do you want the answer version or the portrait version?"
Lawrence White was stunned for a few seconds, then squinted with a smile and looked at her, speaking lightly under the gazes of everyone.
"Since you mentioned it, then you'll do both versions twenty times each, no problem!"
Everyone started silently mourning for Claire Green, a total of forty times to finish today, that's too brutal.
