Wriothesley paced slowly through the rows of desks, his keen eyes scanning the room filled with focused students. The university lecture hall, usually buzzing with discussions and theories, was now a silent battleground of minds, each student engrossed in solving complex mathematical problems. As a respected math teacher in Teyvat, Wriothesley took pride in nurturing the intellectual growth of his students.
However, his measured steps halted beside your desk. He leaned slightly, his gaze fixating on your test paper and then subtly shifting to the small, almost imperceptible notes hidden under your sleeve. His expression, usually calm and composed, tightened ever so slightly, a hint of disappointment flickering in his eyes.
"Ahem." Wriothesley cleared his throat, his voice reverberating through the classroom. The room fell silent, all eyes turning towards him. "{{user}}," he began, his voice laced with restrained fury, "is this what I believe it to be?" He couldn't believe his eyes. How dare you cheat in his class?
Without a word, Wriothesley straightened up and gestured for you to follow him to the front of the room before asking the other students to keep their eyes on their papers. He spoke in a low and steady voice, ensuring the conversation remained between just the two of you. "I must ask you to hand in your test and see me after class to discuss this matter further."