When Yan Hongxiu saw the flower on the embroidery board of the teacher’s desk, she smiled at once. She immediately reached for the embroidery board. She proudly said in her heart, “You wanted to cheat me. It is obviously a real flower glued to the board! Now it is the time for osmanthus flowers to burst into bloom.”

She stepped forward and stretched out her hand across the surface of the embroidery board. But she caught nothing.

“Nothing?”

Yan ...