Li Yun still refuses to change his stubborn nature!

Although not many people were willing to believe her, it was indeed possible that Ye Qiao had hit him with his left hand. This all depended on how Ye Qiao defended herself!

This Li Yun is really asking for trouble!

That slap just now really made me feel relieved!

However, her anger was aroused again by her words, so don't blame her for continuing to abuse you.

"My left hand? Are you sure?" Ye Qiao lowered his head and looked down at Li Yun, whose cheeks were red and swollen and could be described as a pig's head.

Li Yun cried even more pitifully, "Ye Qiao! You deliberately used your left hand because you were afraid of being suspected!"

Ye Qiao curled up her lips into a wicked smile and jumped off the bench, "Li Yun! Come with me!" She grabbed Li Yun's arm and pulled her away.

"I don't want it! Ye Qiao, what else do you want to do to me?" Li Yun cried, but she felt very proud in her heart. The stronger and more powerful Ye Qiao was at this time, the better it would be for her! She just had to pretend to be pitiful and gain sympathy!

"Come with me to the podium! Classmates, please make way and please look carefully!" Ye Qiao shouted, forcefully dragging Li Yun towards the podium, looking like a big sister bullying a poor little girl.

Li Yun also deliberately quickened her pace and did not struggle.

So, Ye Qiao dragged her to the side of the podium. There were steps on the podium, and if they stood there, everyone could see more clearly.

"Li Yun, I'll give you another chance. Are you sure I hit you with my left hand?" Ye Qiao and Li Yun stood face to face.

Some of the onlookers had already returned to their seats, sitting there quietly to see what Ye Qiao would do next.

"Yes! You hit me with your left hand!" Li Yun cried, looking like she was about to die.

This idiot!

Ye Qiao said inwardly with disgust, he really felt like he had dirty his hands, but——

“Bang!”

Ye Qiao raised her left hand and slapped Li Yun on the right cheek. She hit very hard, but her left hand was not as strong as her right hand. She did not feel any pain on her palm after the slap, but it still left a mark on Li Yun's cheek.

Oh shit!

Ye Qiao slapped Li Yun again!

The friends were stunned.

Li Yun was also dumbfounded, with a confused look on her face, "Ye Qiao, you...you...I'm going to call the police!"

Ye Qiao snorted coldly, turned Li Yun around to face everyone, and then pointed at her right cheek!

"Did everyone see it clearly? I don't need to explain it. Let one of the class representatives come and explain it to everyone!" Damn, she was too lazy to talk nonsense and said in a domineering voice.

The math class representative noticed something was wrong and immediately went to the podium.

He is a little boy who is not even as tall as Ye Qiao.

"Let me explain. Look everyone, there are two slap marks on Li Yun's right cheek, but the traces of these two slap marks are obviously opposite. There are two thumb prints, one on the top and the other on the bottom! In other words, the original slap on Li Yun was not given by Ye Qiao! If it was given by Ye Qiao, the direction should be the same as it is now!" The math class representative explained loudly to everyone.

Then, the whole audience was in an uproar. After all, they were liberal arts students, so their reaction was slow.

"I understand now. The slap mark on Li Yun's face could only have been left by her! It couldn't have been left by someone else!" At this time, a little girl suddenly realized.

Some students used their own hands to hit their right cheeks to demonstrate, while others demonstrated to each other at the same table.

The mark left by slapping yourself is indeed different from that left by being slapped by someone else.

So, Li Yun was framing Ye Qiao!

"Li Yun! Do you have anything else to defend yourself?" Ye Qiao stood beside the podium, slammed the table heavily with the blackboard eraser, and then, with his arms folded across his chest, glared at Li Yun.