Chapter 152: : Fancy Slap!

Li Yun still doesn't change the "dead duck mouth" nature!
Although not many people are willing to believe her, it is indeed possible that Ye Qiao used his left hand to hit it? It depends on how Ye Qiao defended himself!
This Li Yun would really find abuse for herself!
The slap just now really relieved his anger!
However, her anger was provoked by her words again, so don't blame her for continuing to abuse her.
"My left hand? Are you sure?" Ye Qiao lowered his head, looking down at the red and swollen cheeks, Li Yun, who can be described as a pig's head.
Li Yun cried more pitifully, "Ye Qiao! You used your left hand deliberately because you were afraid of being suspected!"
Ye Qiao smirked at the corner of his mouth and jumped off the bench, "Li Yun! Come with me!" She grabbed Li Yun's arm and dragged her away.
"I don't want it! Ye Qiao, what do you want to do with me?" Li Yun cried, but she felt uneasy. The stronger and more powerful Ye Qiao is at this time, the more beneficial to her! As long as she pretends to be pitiful, Bo sympathizes!
"You follow me to the podium table! Classmates, please let me, please see clearly!" Ye Qiao said loudly, and strongly dragged Li Yun towards the podium table, as if the eldest sister was bullying the little one. Pathetic.
Li Yun also deliberately speeded up her pace without struggling.
So Ye Qiao dragged her to the side of the podium table. There were steps on the podium table. Everyone could see where they stood.
"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 people who eat melon have already returned to their seats, and sat obediently to watch what Ye Qiao did next.
"Yes! You hit me with your left hand!" Li Yun cried, as if she was going to die.
This idiot!
Ye Qiao disliked in his heart, really felt that his hands were dirty, but--
"Snapped!"
Ye Qiao raised her left hand and slapped it towards Li Yun's right cheek. She was very hard, but the strength of her left hand was not as good as that of her right hand. When she slapped her, she didn't feel the pain in her palm, but she still left it on Li Yun's cheek. Under the trace.
Damn. Groove!
Ye Qiao slapped Li Yun again!
The friends were stunned.
Li Yun was also stupid, with a dazed expression, "Ye Qiao, you...you...I want to call the police!"
Ye Qiao snorted coldly, turned Li Yun around, faced everyone, and then pointed to her right cheek!
"Did you see clearly? I don't need to explain it, the class representative will come to explain to everyone!" Especially, she was really too lazy to talk nonsense, and raised her domineering voice.
The math class representative found something wrong and went to the podium immediately.
He is a little boy who is not as tall as Ye Qiao.
"Let me explain, everyone, there are two slap prints on Li Yun's right cheek, but the traces of these two slap prints are obviously opposite. Two thumb prints, one on the top and the other below! Ye Qiao did not slap Li Yun's original slap! If it was Ye Qiao, it should be in the same direction as it is now!" The math class representative explained loudly to everyone.
Then, there was an uproar in the audience. After all, it was a liberal arts student who responded slowly.
"I see, Li Yun's original slap print can only be made by her own hands! It is impossible for someone else to make it!" At this moment, a little girl suddenly realized.
Some students made gestures on their right cheeks with their own hands, and others made gestures with each other at the same table.
Slap your own slap marks are indeed different from being beaten.
Therefore, Li Yun is framing Ye Qiao!
"Li Yun! What else do you have to defend?" Ye Qiao stood at the podium table, took the blackboard and patted the podium table heavily, and then stared at Li Yun with arms around her chest.