Chapter 4: All Right

Qiao Yuan is in her second year of school. She is white and chubby, but she just doesn't grow.

Although Qiao Lan's face is yellow and skinny, most girls develop early, so she is not short and is almost a head taller than this little round fatty. Qiao Yuan looked at Qiao Yuan, who was in the way, and grabbed Qiao Yuan by the shoulders. Before Qiao Yuan could react, she was carried to the side and fell on her ass.

Close the door, lock it and read the book.

Qiao Yuan sat on the floor for a long time before he rolled up and rushed over to Qiao Lan's door, slapping it hard while yelling, "How dare you push me! Come out! Don't hide in there if you dare, come out! If you don't come out, don't think I'll give you any more money, I'll see how you'll get your classmates without it!

When the third daughter, Qiao Lan, was born, Qiao's grandmother and Qiao's father wanted to burn her in the bed, but they didn't dare to do so because the birth was recorded in the hospital.

Qiao Lan's role was to serve Qiao Yuan. Qiao Lan's role was to serve Qiao Yuan. She washed Qiao Yuan's clothes and socks, ate food that Qiao Yuan did not like, and did not dare to say anything even when Qiao Yuan was punched and kicked.

What's more, the money Qiao Lan used to buy a lollipop was actually given to her by Qiao Yuan. Qiao Lan served Qiao Yuan at home and Qiao Yuan rewarded her with a few dollars, and then used the money to serve her classmates...

Really sick.

On her first day at the Qiao Family, Qiao Lan was already thinking of leaving the family for the second time.

Qiao's grandmother, who was washing dishes in the kitchen, was rushed over by her grandson's shouting, and when she heard that Qiao Lan had actually pushed Qiao Yuan, her eyes became round, "How dare she push you! She shouted into Qiao Lan's room, "Qiao Lan, come out here! How dare you hit your brother! All those years of schooling you paid for have gone to the dogs' bellies..."

Qiao Lan pulled two pieces of toilet paper into a ball and plugged her ears, outside the door Qiao Yuan kicked and kicked the door for a while, but the door never opened, but Qiao's grandmother heard the sound and was distressed that the door was broken, it would cost hundreds to replace the door!

Qiao Lan was scolding Qiao Yuan while coaxing her grandson, who was furious, "She hasn't washed my shoes yet!"

"I'll make sure she cleans up after her later. Qiao's grandmother froze for a moment and then hurriedly urged Qiao Lan to wash her shoes.

"No washing", Qiao Lan is out to brush her teeth.

Qiao's grandmother was more surprised than angry, "Are you an ancestor, you don't wash when you say no, you're spoiled."

"He kicked me first," Qiao Lan said in one word.

Qiao's grandmother glared, "He's only that big, what's the big deal if he kicks you, it doesn't hurt!"

Qiao Lan: ......

Qiao Yuan is as fat as a ball, try getting kicked by him and see if it hurts.

After brushing her teeth, she headed for her room, directly blocking Qiao's grandmother from the door again. Qiao's grandmother was so angry that she wanted to scold someone, but she was afraid of waking up her grandson, so she scolded Qiao Lan in a low voice for a long time.

Before Qiao Lan wore the book, she was the leader in her grade when she was in high school. Although it had been almost two years since the college entrance exams, the foundation was still there, and the first year of high school was not too heavy, so Qiao Lan read for a while and went to bed at eleven o'clock.

Qiao's grandmother, who usually went to bed with her grandson early, stayed up until nearly midnight when Qiao's father and Qiao's mother returned, and Qiao's grandmother ran up to Qiao's father and complained about Qiao Lan. "The new shoes you bought for Qiao Yuan have only been worn for a day and they're dirty..."

Qiao's father, who was already furious with Qiao Lan, was about to kick Qiao Lan's door in.

Qiao's mother didn't think Qiao Lan had the guts to hit Qiao Yuan. She knew that Qiao's grandmother hated Qiao Lan, and although she didn't like Qiao Lan much, she didn't want to let Qiao's grandmother have her way, so she grabbed Qiao's father and said, "My son has class tomorrow. She took Qiao's father by the hand and said, "My son is still in class tomorrow, he will wake up if he makes a scene.

Qiao's grandmother, having complained to no avail, glared at Qiao's mother and went to bed in a fury.

Qiao Lan slept soundly and woke up at six o'clock the next day. The house was still quiet, so Qiao Lan went to the kitchen, took a box of milk from the fridge and went to school. I swiped my meal card at the canteen, which still had eighty yuan on it, so I didn't save any money and swiped the eggs and soya milk buns.

And this body is so bad that it must be tended to.

On the way to class after eating, we met Chen Yaoyang and the others, Qiao Lan in the front and Chen Yaoyang in the back to be exact.

The boys next to Chen Yaoyang were all very close to Chen Yaoyang, and when they remembered that Qiao Lan usually saw Chen Yaoyang either with his eyes glowing or deliberately coming over to talk, the boys next to Chen Yaoyang all laughed in an unspoken way.

Chen Yaoyang remembered how Qiao Lan usually looked at him with an eager face and showed his disgust, "Laughing fart."

A few people laughed even harder.

A boy called Li Fan said, "How many more steps do you think Qiao Lan can take to turn his head?"

"Maybe he's waiting for us on purpose", one of the boys laughed and cupped his voice, " Yaoyang what a coincidence, do you want candy or not..."

Chen Yaoyang kicked the boy, "Isn't that disgusting."

"Hahahaha disgusting heart", several people cackled in a long drawn out tone, laughing and looking up, only to find that Qiao Lan, who they had expected to be deliberately slow in walking and waiting for them, was no longer visible.

"Crikey, a change of pattern, eh?"

"And you know how to lust?"

"With that look on her face, no one would take the bait if she wanted to."

Qiao Lan didn't even see it, she was walking behind her and she didn't have eyes in the back of her head.

Furthermore, Qiao Lan could not hear the voices of the men behind her and could only hear a few boys laughing from afar, and she walked even faster because of the noise.

When we entered the classroom, the morning reading had already started.

Qiao Lan took out her English textbook and was ready to memorise the words, but she didn't know where she had got to, so she turned to her desk and asked her classmate which unit she was dictating today.

The girl at the table pretended not to hear and turned her body slightly to the side and continued to recite her words.

Yesterday she could at least talk, today she doesn't even care, Qiao Lan guesses that something else might have happened when she didn't know, but she doesn't care that much about the attitudes of people she doesn't care about, so if she doesn't talk about it, she doesn't.

Qiao Lan has passed the sixth grade of English at university, not to mention this Compulsory 1, the whole high school vocabulary is not a problem for her, she opened the textbook and started from the first unit and read the last unit.

My tablemate glanced at Qiao Lan and saw that she was actually reading the part she hadn't learnt, so she smiled.

I don't even know where I've learnt, I'm so bad at studying and I don't even look good. I don't understand why Song Yao, who is such a good girl, is willing to play with Qiao Lan.

He looked at Qiao Lan for a second time and laughed even more at the way he was looking at it.

Qiao Lan looks like she's pretending and might want to copy again later.

It would be better for Mr. Liu to call us to the podium for dictation so that Qiao Lan could not copy it and be scolded by Mr. Liu when she could not write it out.

Chen Yaoyang came in late and subconsciously looked at Song Yao, and then glanced at Qiao Lan who was seriously reciting the vocabulary, and the words 'pretending' popped into their heads.

Qiao Lan had no idea that she had just read all the words from beginning to end when Mr. Liu, the dedicated English teacher, came in like a gust of wind and told the students to put their books away and start dictating the words.

As soon as Mr. Liu entered, he saw Qin Yang writing something on his desk in a hurry.

Having been a teacher for so many years, Mr. Liu knew nothing about his students' tricks, and when he remembered Qin Yang's super newspaper yesterday, he became furious, " Qin Yang's row, come up!

Qiao Lan turns his head and sees that he happens to be in the same row as Qin Yang, and of course so does Qiao Lan's tablemate.

Qin Yang was dumbfounded by the words copied on her desk, but Qiao Lan's tablemate was so happy that she had just prayed that Qiao Lan would be called, but she was!

The blackboard is not very big, but there are eight students to squeeze in, and everyone likes to squeeze in around the good ones, so they might even be able to copy a few. Qiao Lan, a poor student, was pushed to the very edge of the board, separated from the other students by a small space.

Mr. Liu usually doesn't keep too strict an eye on them, but because Qin Yang was there, he stood directly behind the podium and started dictating to a few people, and Qin Yang, who had wanted to copy, didn't dare to turn his head.

Qiao Lan wrote very quickly, and when she finished writing, she subconsciously glanced to her right, and the student on her right was busy covering her word, "What are you looking at!"

Qiao Lan: ......

It looks like you spelled programmer wrong.

Deserve to be wrong.

Mr. Liu dictated a total of fifteen words from this unit, and on a whim he dictated seven or eight words from the previous units.

What is it, how do you spell it? A careful glance at the classmate next to me, well, it wouldn't be either.

The table was a little relieved.

When all the dictation was finished, Mr. Liu started checking from the far right, Qiao Lan's table was on the far right and got one wrong, the second student got three wrong... Qin Yang got fourteen wrong...

Mr. Liu kicked Qin Yang in the ass, "You've got shit in your head!"

Qin Yang stole a glance at Song Yao's side, her face burning as she covered her buttocks and dared not say a word.

The next few got four or five wrong, and Qiao Lan's table could not hide her smugness, as she was the best writer. As for Qiao Lan, her English is average, perhaps even worse than Qin Yang's. After all, she doesn't even know what unit she has studied.

As a result, when I looked up, I saw the blackboard where Qiao Lan had written, a large area of English words in beautiful, neat handwriting.

Mr. Liu looked at it from top to bottom and nodded his head in relief.

"Very good, very good, Qiao Lan, all correct!"