Chapter 229: Candidates: Am I Not Even As Good As A Cat?_2

"But it's just a wild cat, no need to mind it,"

—until the cat licked the tip of the feather pen, moistened it, then sat on a poplar branch and spread out a piece of white paper.

She lifted her head, peering through the window at the saints' exam questions, then lowered her head and copied them onto her prepared piece of white paper.

She copied each question as she looked at it.

Although distant, the saints couldn't immediately discern what the little black cat was up to. However, once she filled the white paper densely with questions and combined that with her pattern of looking up after writing, everyone couldn't help but develop a horrifying conjecture.

"She wouldn't be thinking about taking the exam too, would she?"

"A cat?"

"How could that be, haha..."