The fall didn't hurt that much, but it was still enough to make him feel uncomfortable. The classmates around him covered their mouths, trying not to laugh, which made him even angrier.
"What are you all looking at? Haven't you ever seen someone fall down before?"
Qiao Xiaoni couldn't help but laugh; she had finally found some fun in class today.
Du Nan put down her book again and walked over: "Hey student, what's wrong with you now? What did this chair do to you?"
Zhao Yan stood up, supporting himself on the table. Only when his right hand was touched did he feel excruciating pain.
"Didn't you see me fall? I didn't mean for the chair to be flimsy."
Du Nan took a deep breath: "The school's chairs aren't sturdy. Go pick a sturdy chair yourself after class. You're standing for class now, and there are only five minutes left. Don't cause any more trouble."
The new teacher is probably about to suffer internal injuries from anger. Qiao Xiaoni suppressed her laughter, not wanting to burst out laughing at a time like this.
Zhao Yan didn't know what to say; the whole class was waiting to see him make a fool of himself. He stood there stiffly until the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.
Students who had gotten used to attending classes started wandering outside, leaving only half the students in the classroom.
There was no chair to sit on, and no one paid any attention to him. He suddenly felt very lonely.
Qiao Xiaoni took out her Chinese textbook and reviewed the key points she had marked earlier.
Zhou Meiling moved a stool over and came closer to look at the Chinese textbook, where several key points were marked with an oil pen.
When did you read the book?
Qiao Xiaoni stopped writing: "I took a look this morning and marked the important parts with a pen."
Haven't you been studying these past few days?
Zhou Meiling shook her head: "Don't even mention it. I wanted to study properly, but I kept getting interrupted. Everything, big and small, happened at once, so I didn't get to look at the Chinese textbook at all."
"Then take a look at my book first, memorize it, and you'll basically understand it when the teacher explains it later." Qiao Xiaoni pushed the book over, and just then someone placed a fist on the book.
You don't need to guess who it is; with such a big fist, it must be Fatty Zhao sitting in front.
"I want to have a match with you. The last one doesn't count. If you lose, you can sit in the front, not behind me." Fatty Zhao spoke loudly, and all the surrounding classmates heard him.
Qiao Xiaoni poked his hand with her pen: "Put my book down first, don't get it dirty."
Zhao Yan moved his fist away: "Want to compete or not?"
"What do you want to compete in?" Qiao Xiaoni handed the book to Zhou Meiling.
Zhou Meiling shook her head. She didn't want Qiao Xiaoni to suffer a loss. The other party was tall and strong, and she might have won by luck just now.
Zhao Yan didn't know what to compare it to, but looking at his hands, a good idea suddenly came to him.
"Let's have an arm wrestling match. If you lose, you have to sit in front of me and never sit behind me again."
You also need to apologize to me in front of everyone. It was your impulsiveness that caused my arm injury. Wasn't it right of me to make you apologize?
"What if I win?" Qiao Xiaoni asked with a smile.
"How could you possibly win?" Zhao Yan was confident in his strength; few people could beat him.
"What if I win?" Qiao Xiaoni stood up and looked at him.
"If you win, I'll agree to whatever conditions you ask for, okay?" He said nonchalantly, thinking that a little girl like her couldn't possibly win.
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