Classmates want to protect Zuzi's desk and books.
But the invigilator on the podium is actually siding with Nangong Meng: "If you get up, submit your paper; if you make a move, you're disrupting the exam. Does your East Sea Class still want to keep its ranking in this exam?"
Everyone: "...!"
Damnit, they're actually threatening them with the rankings, knowing full well how much they care about this mock exam and want to defend their Ancestor's honor.
"Damn it, I don't care about the rankings anymore!" Wu Minghao slammed the desk and stood up.
More classmates stood up following him: "Me neither!"
"Messing with Ancestor's desk is like slapping me in the face, I can't take it!"
It looked like both sides were about to fight.
Yet suddenly, a bizarre scene unfolded by the window—
Zuzi's desk had been carried to the windowsill, but strangely, no matter how much force the bodyguards used, the desk wouldn't fall.
