Qiao Zhiyan blinked her eyes and looked at him a little stunned.

Black and white striped headband, white short sleeves, black medium shorts, the sun shines on his handsome face, lining him even more dazzling...

Handsome smile, deep eyes, clean temperament, 1.8 meters tall...

Qiao Zhiyan's heartbeat accelerated involuntarily, her cheeks were hot, the slightest sweat oozed from her palms, and her breathing instantly became cautious.

Then, she stuffed the roll into the boy's hand, leaving no words, and "ran away"!

Looking at her Qianqian's back, the smile on the corner of the young man's lips no longer has a thing, and he looks extremely serious and attentive...

Looking at the test paper in his hand, Gu Jinchen was distressed.

This is the second English test since the beginning of the first year of high school.

Sure enough, his grades still lived up to expectations and was once again included in the history of class shame!

In fact, except for his bad English scores, Gu Jinchen is very good in other aspects, basketball, football, good handwriting, Su voice, good looks, and cool...

And these advantages are enough to cover the disadvantages of poor English, so in less than half a semester he successfully became a man of the year in school...

Looking at the test paper in his hand, he couldn't laugh or cry.

Originally, I thought that if I hid it in a drawer, I didn't have to take it home, and if I didn't bring it home, my mother wouldn't see it, and my mother wouldn't be worried if she couldn't see it.

This is the third time he has had direct contact with Qiao Zhiyan, and he still remembers the first time he came into contact with Qiao Zhiyan...

It was the first day since the beginning of the school year when the results of the English test were announced.

There were thirty-nine people in the class, and three of them failed, and Gu Jinchen was honored to be a member of the failing team.

The penultimate is thirty-eight.

That day, the English teacher looked at the three people in the audience, picked up the teacher's special "torture tool" - bamboo strips, and walked off the podium.

"Okay, one by one, I got such a good result in the first test, such a big surprise, what do you say you have in peace?" Zhang Qianhua (English teacher and homeroom teacher) said as he walked around the three of them with a bamboo stick.

The three of them stood in an orderly manner, with embarrassed expressions on their faces.

"Now that I know that I am embarrassed, I am ashamed, what did I do earlier?" Zhang Qianhua scolded again.

Looking at the uncompetitive student in front of him, Zhang Qianhua shook the bamboo strips, had a plan in mind, and then turned around and said to Qiao Zhiyan: "English class representative, come here." ”

Qiao Zhiyan got up suspiciously and walked over.

"Take it, five times per person, and hit it hard. Hand over the bamboo strips, Zhang Qianhua said.

Qiao Zhiyan was stunned with the whole class.

No way!

The diameter of the bamboo strip is two centimeters thick, and if you go down five times, your hands must be swollen!

Let her fight, it's just to pull hatred, okay?

"What are you doing in a daze?" stuffed the bamboo strip into Qiao Zhiyan's hand, Zhang Qianhua urged.

Swallowing her saliva, Qiao Zhiyan clenched the bamboo strip in her hand...

Jiang Lin was the third from the bottom and the first to be beaten.

Qiao Zhiyan's hand trembled a little, and the bamboo strip she held tightly couldn't be lifted for a long time.

"Oh, that's stupid, look, I'll show you. Zhang Qianhua said and took away the bamboo strip, glanced at Jiang Lin, moved his chin, and motioned for him to open his hand.

Jiang Lin looked like he was about to go to Huangquan, and while looking at Zhang Qianhua with a look of mistake, he stretched out his trembling hand.

Zhang Qianhua straightened his hand, then raised his arm, "Papapapa..."

In one go, five crisp and painful sounds fell.

Qiao Zhiyan pinched Jiang Lin's sweat, and looked at his wrinkled face sympathetically...