“抄，我哪敢抄啊，老师您随便看，绝对原创！”林枫把头摇得像拨浪鼓，眼睛却死死盯着窗外走廊那边。那声音就是从他们教室斜后方传来的，带着点戏谑，又有点不耐烦，听着就属于那种特别娇蛮的类型。

教室里只有他一个人在假装奋笔疾书，其余三个人早就心不在焉了。那个叫张涛的家伙还在偷偷摸手机，被李昊看见了，低声骂了一句“装什么装”，嘴里还嘟囔着“林枫你小子运气真好，要是我被发现了，非得被打手心不可”。

林枫嘴角抽了抽，心想这俩人也是倒霉，摊上这种爱管闲事的老师。他赶紧把手机屏幕彻底盖住，生怕被看见游戏里那嚣张的“无敌”两个字。

那声音还在继续：“林枫，你行不行啊？这么简单的题都不会？哎，算了，我不管你了，你自己看着办吧。”

林枫心里咯噔一下，这声音……不会是冲他来的吧？他赶紧从屏幕缝里偷偷瞥了一眼，走廊那边已经不见了人影。

“哼，装模作样。”张涛小声嘀咕了一句，把手机屏幕按得灭灭亮，眼睛却瞟向林枫这边。

林枫不动声色地转回头，继续在草稿纸上划拉，其实脑子里全是乱麻。刚才那声音太清晰了，说话的语气，还有那种带着距离感的娇嗔，他莫名地觉得有点熟悉，但又想不起来在哪儿听过。

Commitment to studies aside, Lin Feng secretly checked his phone's display again. The game interface remained all black. He squeezed his eyes shut for a second and opened them again, making sure no one was looking. After confirming that no one was paying attention, he quickly took out his phone, glanced at the game time, and saw it was already past nine o'clock. He quickly put his phone back down and pretended to calm down, continuing to write on the paper.