Chapter 1225 Jiang Qiran Is Too Ridiculous

Ye Linlang didn't expect that the teacher would call her to answer the question so soon. Her body trembled, and then she stood up in a panic.

Who would have thought that Jiang Qiran was so eager for revenge that he still held her hand and wouldn't let go!

It just so happened that they were in the last row, and the desks at Lingyun High School were high enough, so other teachers and classmates couldn't see what Jiang Qiran was doing.

Jiang Qiran held Ye Linlang's finger, and his slender fingertips wandered little by little, constantly grazing the sensitive skin in Ye Linlang's palm.

In fact, no one knew that Ye Linlang was ticklish, but today Jiang Qiran actually drew circles in her palm, which was unbearable!

At this time, Ye Linlang had completely forgotten how she had just transferred to Xi Jiang Qiran.

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After all, it was class now, and Ye Linlang didn't even have a chance to scold Jiang Qiran. Ye Linlang suppressed her laughter, and then immediately turned her head and glared at Jiang Qiran.

Jiang Qiran felt even more relieved when he saw her looking extremely painful, so he scratched Ye Linlang's hand harder.

The male teacher in charge of teaching Chinese frowned immediately when he saw the pained expression on Ye Linlang's face and his refusal to translate.

"Ye Linlang, I asked you to translate the first paragraph, why don't you speak?"

Ye Linlang was actually really afraid that if she opened her mouth, she would beg for mercy from Jiang Qiran.

Wow wow wow, who would have thought that the male god has such a villainous heart, he simply wants to avenge himself!

Ye Linlang glanced at Jiang Qiran pitifully. Seeing that Jiang Qiran didn't speak, she had no choice but to obediently pick up the textbook with her free hand.

God knows if you can still calm down if someone tickles you under the desk!

Ye Linlang couldn't do it anyway.

Her face was slightly red, and a drop of sweat dripped from her porcelain-white forehead.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, because I have a stomachache, so I'm a little distracted. Is this the first paragraph of "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi" you're translating?"

The Chinese teacher glanced at Ye Linlang displeasedly. He had already started class, but he was still distracted!

But looking at the troubled look on Ye Linlang's face, it looked like the stomachache was not fake.

So the Chinese teacher’s tone softened a lot in the end.

"It is indeed the first paragraph of "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi"."

Hearing that it was Xiang Jixuanzhi, Ye Linlang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She has the habit of previewing before class, so she happened to make notes on this classical Chinese article last night.

And at that time, I particularly liked the last paragraph of Xiang Jixuanzhi.

"There is a loquat tree in the courtyard. It was planted by my wife the year she died. It is now as tall as a canopy."

I don't know what kind of affectionate and transparent man the Ming Dynasty author Gui Youguang was. Although he only had a few words, Ye Linlang seemed to see the author's mourning for his deceased wife.

Ye Linlang took a deep breath, and then began to translate the first paragraph as calmly as possible.

"Xiangjixuan was the former South Pavilion. The room is only over a foot wide and can only accommodate one person living here. This century-old house...ah!"

Ye Linlang was translating when he suddenly screamed.

There was no other reason. Jiang Qiran was scratching the palm of her hand, and seemed to be getting more and more skillful. Ye Linlang only felt that there were a few small bugs crawling on her hand, which was indescribably heartbreaking!

When the whole class heard Ye Linlang's scream, they couldn't help but be stunned. They didn't understand what Ye Linlang was screaming for suddenly, and they all raised their heads and looked in her direction.

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Right next to Ye Linlang, Jiang Qiran sat upright with an extremely elegant and graceful expression. He held a Chinese textbook in his right hand and stared calmly at the first paragraph of Xiang Jixuanzhi, his face seemingly unmoved.

However, under the desk, Jiang Qiran's left hand was slowly squeezing Ye Linlang's palm.

He had learned some knowledge about the acupuncture points of the human body before. Even without looking, he knew which part of Ye Linlang's palm would make her extremely itchy if he scratched it.

Except for him and Ye Linlang, no one in the classroom would have thought that this cold-faced boy was actually a devil who secretly tricked Ye Linlang under the desk.

Ye Linlang's face turned red from suppressing it, and it was hard to tell whether the expression on her face was pain or shame and anger.

This is a classroom with more than fifty people, and the Chinese teacher is also there!

She was still being asked and answered questions.

Jiang Qiran is really too crazy, okay? !

Have you ever thought about what to do if something happens to her?

Ye Linlang tilted her head again and glared at Jiang Qiran.

Just because the eyes were filled with mist, this glance was not very lethal no matter how you looked at it.

It's like asking for help.

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However, what left Ye Linlang helpless was that Jiang Qiran was not moved at all and had no intention of letting her go.

Ye Linlang bit her crimson lips with her white teeth, her expression indescribable shame and embarrassment.

When the Chinese teacher saw Ye Linlang's red face, he felt strange for some reason. He always felt that Ye Linlang's expression was not as simple as a stomachache.

"Ye Linlang, do you really have a stomachache? Do you want someone to take you to the hospital now?"

Hearing the Chinese teacher's kind concern, Ye Linlang's face showed a hint of gratitude.

"Teacher, it's not that serious. It's just that my stomach feels more cramped when I stand up, and I can't focus on the translation of the text."

Ye Linlang paused, looking a little embarrassed.

"Can you ask another classmate to translate? I want to take a rest."

The Chinese teacher frowned. He actually didn't like to give up halfway, but judging from Ye Linlang's appearance, if she was forced to continue translating, I'm afraid it wouldn't go smoothly.

"It's okay. Then sit down and rest. Xia Qianqian, you will translate."

Xia Qianqian stood up after hearing the sound.

She glanced at Ye Linlang with some disdain.

Really, if she had to tell her, Ye Linlang was obviously just faking it!

It was clear that Ye Linlang was still very lively when class started, but where did she look like she had a stomachache?

It must be that I didn't preview yesterday, so I was afraid of making a fool of myself this morning, so I refused and said I had a stomachache, right?

I don’t know what Jiang Qiran saw in Ye Linlang.

When Xia Qianqian thought of this, she felt even more angry.

Forget it, let everyone see clearly that she is the most diligent and academic goddess in the class, okay?

Xia Qianqian took a slight breath, then started to follow Ye Linlang, and continued to translate Xiang Jixuanzhi calmly.

"This is a century-old house. There is dirt leaking from the roof, and the accumulated water keeps flowing down. Every time I move the desk, I look around but I can't place the desk..."

Ye Linlang sat down as if she had been granted amnesty, but her expression was still extremely miserable.

Woohoo, Jiang Qiran, this wolf in sheep's clothing, is such a bastard!

How could she not think of provoking him in the first place!

It was obvious that she had been bullied to the point where nothing was left of her!