"Teacher, this really isn't mine!"
The poor-performing student seemed to also realize something was wrong and immediately started to defend himself. However, the proctor just frowned and said,
"I didn't say it was yours. Now, stand up!"
"I..."
The student, very conflicted, stood up, and the proctor walked over to him. Just then, a roll of paper money fell from his pants.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The proctor's face began to contort, morphing from barely human to entirely inhuman, his originally normal arms becoming rough and slender like dry branches, effortlessly grabbing the fallen paper roll without even bending down.
"Teacher, this really isn't mine. I don't know who put it on my leg!" The student tried to argue, but the proctor had already unrolled the paper money and, seeing the dense text on it, angrily said,
"You, get out!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the student vanished into thin air, along with the test paper on his desk.
