Summit Farmer

After completing the questions, Peter Brown didn’t even bother to check them over; he knew his own situation all too well. Except for the essay score, which was hard to estimate, all the other questions should be correct.

Seeing Christopher Williams staring at his test paper in a daze, Peter simply said to him, "Mr. Williams, I’m turning in my test now."

"What?" Christopher Williams was a little surprised, but he quickly grabbed Peter Brown’s test paper.

At this point, the students in the class all looked up in amazement at Peter.

A few students sighed inwardly, thinking that Peter couldn’t possibly cheat under the watchful eye of such an invigilator. He probably had no choice but to hand in his paper.

Poor Peter this time!

Peter didn’t bother to think about what the others were thinking. He just sat down and closed his eyes to rest. There was a rule for those who had handed in their tests: they couldn’t leave the classroom afterwards. So Peter could only gather his energy at his seat.

Mr. Williams was also a bit concerned that Christopher Williams was doing too much, so he quickly walked over.

At the beginning, Mr. Williams thought that Peter had handed in his paper because he couldn’t solve the problems. However, when he got closer and saw the paper, he was also stunned.

At first glance, Mr. Williams saw beautifully written words all over the paper.

Peter had written the essay question in a gorgeous regular script. Such calligraphy would have no problem being displayed at an exhibition.