"Those who want to see can gather around."
Zhen Yu spoke while opening Mou Jingjing's pencil case, which only contained an old ruler and no compass.
Zhen Yu guessed that she might have hidden it and it looks like it was a wasted effort now.
Zhen Yu took out the fountain pen, mechanical pencil, and ballpoint pen, along with half a piece of eraser from Mou Jingjing's pencil case.
Curious students were already gathering around, forming a small circle nearby.
After throwing the pencil case back onto Mou Jingjing's desk, Zhen Yu turned to Fu Yu and said, "Paper."
Fu Yu promptly took out a notebook, flipped it open, and slid it over to Zhen Yu.
Zhen Yu handed the fountain pen to Qiao Xian, "Class monitor! Write something."
Qiao Xian, who had been paying attention to the situation the entire time, took the pen without saying a word and began to write.
"..." This became awkward. Aside from a few colorless marks, not a dime's worth of ink came out.
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