Ye Linlang didn't expect that the teacher would call on her to answer a question so soon. She trembled and then stood up hurriedly.
Who would have thought that Jiang Qiran had such a strong desire for revenge that he even held her hand tightly!
It just so happened that they were in the last row, and the desks at Lingyun High School were high enough, so the other teachers and classmates couldn't see what bad things Jiang Qiran was doing.
Jiang Qiran grabbed Ye Linlang's fingers, and his slender fingertips moved little by little, constantly brushing across the sensitive skin in Ye Linlang's palm.
In fact, Ye Linlang was ticklish, and no one knew about it. But today, Jiang Qiran actually drew circles on her palms. It was simply unbearable!
At this moment, Ye Linlang completely forgot how she had teased Jiang Qiran just now.
…
After all, it was class time, and Ye Linlang didn't even have the chance to scold Jiang Qiran. Ye Linlang tried hard not to laugh out loud, and then immediately turned her head and glared at Jiang Qiran.
Jiang Qiran felt even more pleased when he saw her extremely painful expression, so he tickled Ye Linlang's hand even harder.
The male teacher in charge of teaching Chinese frowned immediately when he saw Ye Linlang's painful expression and her reluctance to translate.
"Ye Linlang, I asked you to translate the first paragraph, why didn't you speak?"
In fact, Ye Linlang was really afraid that she would open her mouth and beg for mercy from Jiang Qiran.
Wow, who could have thought that the male god is so petty and would never hesitate to take revenge!
Ye Linlang looked at Jiang Qiran pitifully, and seeing that Jiang Qiran didn't say anything, she had no choice but to pick up the textbook with her free hand.
God knows if you can remain calm if someone is tickling you under the desk!
Anyway, Ye Linlang can't do it.
Her cheeks flushed slightly and a drop of sweat dripped from her porcelain-white forehead.
"Teacher, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted because of my stomachache. Could you please tell me if I'm translating the first paragraph of "Xiang Ji Xuan Zhi"? "
The Chinese teacher looked at Ye Linlang unhappily. The class had already started, but he was still distracted!
But looking at the troubled look on Ye Linlang's face, it seemed that 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 for this classical Chinese article last night.
At that time, I particularly liked the last paragraph of Xiangji Xuanzhi.
"There is a loquat tree in the yard, which was planted by my wife the year she died. Now it has grown tall and majestic."
I don’t know what kind of affectionate and insightful man Gui Youguang, the Ming Dynasty author, was. In just 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 she could.
"Xiangjixuan was the south attic in the past. The room is only about ten feet wide and can only accommodate one person. This century-old house... Ah!"
Ye Linlang was translating when she suddenly screamed.
The reason was simple. Jiang Qiran was tickling her palm, and he seemed to be getting more and more skilled at it. Ye Linlang felt as if there were a few small bugs crawling on her hand, which made her feel extremely itchy!
When everyone in the class heard Ye Linlang's scream, they couldn't help but be stunned. They didn't understand why Ye Linlang suddenly screamed, and they all raised their heads to look at her.
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Right next to Ye Linlang, Jiang Qiran sat upright, his face extremely elegant and graceful. He held the Chinese textbook in his right hand, his eyes calmly staring at the first paragraph of Xiang Jixuan Zhi, his face seemingly calm.
However, under the desk, Jiang Qiran's left hand was slowly squeezing Ye Linlang's palm.
He had learned some knowledge about acupuncture points on the human body before, so even without using his eyes, he knew which part of Ye Linlang's palm would make her itch terribly if he tickled 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 flushed red, and it was hard to tell whether the expression on her face was one of pain or shame.
There are more than fifty people in this classroom, and the Chinese teacher is here too!
She was still being asked and answering questions.
Jiang Qiran is really too reckless, okay? !
Have you ever considered what would happen if she got embarrassed
Ye Linlang turned her head again and glared at Jiang Qiran fiercely.
It's just because there's mist in his eyes, so this glance doesn't have much killing power no matter how he looks at it.
It's more like asking for help.
…
However, what made Ye Linlang helpless was that Jiang Qiran was not moved at all and had no intention of letting her go.
Ye Linlang bit her red lips with her pure white teeth, with an expression of indescribable shame and embarrassment.
When the Chinese teacher saw Ye Linlang’s red face, he felt strange for some reason. He 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 showed a trace of gratitude on her face.
"Teacher, my condition isn't that serious. I just felt my stomach cramps worse when I stood up, and I couldn't concentrate on translating the text."
Ye Linlang paused, looking a little embarrassed.
"Can you ask another student to translate? I want to take a break."
The Chinese teacher frowned. He actually didn't like to give up halfway, but looking at Ye Linlang's expression, if he forced her to continue translating, she might not be able to proceed smoothly.
"It's okay, then sit down and take a rest. Xia Qianqian, you translate."
Xia Qianqian stood up upon hearing the voice.
She glanced towards Ye Linlang with some disdain.
Really, if she were to say it, Ye Linlang was obviously pretending!
Clearly, during the class just now, Ye Linlang was still full of energy and jumping around. How could she look like she had a stomachache
It must be because you didn't prepare yesterday, and you were afraid of making a fool of yourself this morning, so you made an excuse saying you had a stomachache, right
I don’t know what Jiang Qiran sees in Ye Linlang.
When Xia Qianqian thought of this, she became even more indignant.
Forget it, let everyone see clearly that she is the most hardworking and academic goddess in the class, okay
Xia Qianqian took a deep breath, and then continued with Ye Linlang, calmly continuing the translation of Xiang Jixuanzhi.
"This is a century-old house. There is mud leaking from the roof, and the accumulated water keeps flowing down. Every time I move the desk, I look around but can't find a place to put the desk..."
Ye Linlang sat down as if she had been granted amnesty, but her expression was still extremely miserable.
Woo woo woo, Jiang Qiran, this wolf in sheep's clothing, is such a bastard!
Why had she been so foolish as to provoke him
It's obvious that she was bullied to the point where nothing is left!
(End of this chapter)