"You hear it when you hear it." Just when Ding Jiayi was about to speak, she saw Qiao Zijin returning to the room with a straight face and saying nothing.

Looking at Qiao Zijin's expression, Ding Jiayi knew that her eldest daughter was angry: "Zijin..."

Qiao Zijin and Ding Jiayi both left, and Qiao Nan made a face to Qiao Dongliang: "Dad, you just made excuses for my sister's grades. She must be unhappy."

So her mother was here to coax Qiao Zijin.

"Your sister." Qiao Dongliang sighed and shook his head: "I can see that although your sister is quite sensible, her temper has been spoiled by your mother."

As soon as Nan Nan came back, the eldest daughter rushed up to ask Nan Nan how she did in the exam.

Qiao Dongliang felt uncomfortable when he thought of his eldest daughter's tongue-lashing when her younger daughter said she failed in the exam.

Why is the eldest daughter eager for Nan Nan to fail in the exam? Could it be that the eldest daughter has the same idea as Lao Ding and doesn’t want Nan Nan to continue studying?

"Nannan, how are you and Zijin getting along recently?"

Qiao Nan pursed her lips. She could answer that the relationship between Qiao Zijin and her had never been good. It was just that she was coaxed and deceived by Qiao Zijin. She was the only one who was good to Qiao Zijin?

"Stay the same as before." Qiao Nan said in a compromise and realistic manner. Unfortunately, Qiao Dongliang did not understand this sentence.

"Nan Nan, your sister... you are more sensible than your sister. I don't need you to give her more. But when she is stubborn, don't be angry with her and take it to heart."

After all, Qiao Dongliang was much more fair than Ding Jiayi in doing things. The older one always gave way to the younger one. He couldn't tell Qiao Nan to let Qiao Zijin.

The two sisters are about the same age, so it's normal for them to quarrel.

But everyone is a family. Qiao Dongliang's only request is that you can argue, but you can't keep it in your mind. After the argument, everyone should make up and not hold any grudges.

"Yes." Qiao Dongliang's request was not excessive, so Qiao Nan nodded and agreed.

"Okay, you can go back to your room and review. You are going backwards in this exam, so you have to work harder."

"Um."

After all, Qiao Nan passed the exam at the beginning of the semester without any danger. In the following days, Qiao Nan just lived like an ordinary student, going to and from school every day, and then increasing her dosage by herself.

Not only did Qiao Nan increase the amount of study for herself, Teacher Chen and Teacher Li would also give Qiao Nan extra homework.

Fortunately, Qiao Nan is not a real fifteen-year-old child, otherwise no child could bear the increased amount of homework every day.

Even if you know in your heart that the teacher is doing this for your own good, it is one thing to understand it, but it is another thing to accept it.

The two teachers were also worried that the amount they added would trigger Qiao Nan's backlash.

But every time they saw that Qiao Nan not only completed the extra homework, but also had a very correct attitude and completed the homework well without any perfunctory attitude. The two teachers were not only very happy, but also helped Qiao Nan more seriously.

It's the second Monday after school starts. Qiao Nan is on duty today, so she goes back a little later than usual.

After several other students finished cleaning the classroom, Qiao Nan let them go.

Qiao Nan checked the classroom and made sure the windows were locked, then closed the classroom door and returned to Qiao's house with her schoolbag on her back.

In a week, Qiao Nan roughly finished another volume of the book. She wanted to go to Zhai's house and exchange books for review, so instead of taking the main road back to Qiao's house, she took a detour to the back door of Zhai's house.

"Beat him to death!"

"Let's see if he dares to be crazy with us in the future."

"You damn thing, get up and call us again."

As soon as she turned into the alley, Qiao Nan heard the sound of someone quarreling and the sound of a "bang bang" fight.

Qiao Nan was startled, turned around and wanted to leave, not wanting to cause trouble.

Zhu Baoguo, who was being beaten, vaguely heard the footsteps of someone approaching. The sound was very small and almost inaudible, but at this time he could hear it very clearly.

His body was numb from pain and was about to lose consciousness. Zhu Baoguo hoped that someone would show up to save him at this time, but the inaudible footsteps soon went away again.

Zhu Baoguo, who had been holding his breath, closed his eyes in disappointment, and then wanted to spit out the breath he was holding in. He didn't insist on it anymore. Anyway, there was no one in the world who cared about him.

"Quick, it's right here." After a while, the footsteps that had left appeared again. Not only that, it seemed that there were two more people.

The footsteps were fast and urgent.

"What are you doing? Stop it."

"Oops, someone's coming."

"Fuck, with a gun!"

"run!"

A group of people who were attacking Zhu Baoguo saw a little girl running over with two guards. Their faces changed with fright, and they left Zhu Baoguo and ran away.

All they had were fists. The difference was that the two running men had guns in their hands. One bullet could mean a life.

"Isn't he a child of the Zhu family? No, he was seriously injured. He has to be sent to the hospital quickly."

"Okay, you take him to the hospital, and I'll go back and explain, no one is watching."

This was the last conversation Zhu Baoguo heard before he lost consciousness.

After confirming that Zhu Baoguo was safe, Qiao Nan patted her chest, which was still flat at the moment, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Nowadays, children were beaten so hard in fights, with bloody foam on their faces that she didn't even see what the person being beaten looked like.

Zhu Baoguo, this name sounds a bit familiar.

After wasting a lot of time, Qiao Nan changed the books as quickly as possible and rushed back to Qiao's house.

"Nan Nan, you came back a little late today." Qiao Dongliang asked with concern when he saw his little daughter coming back.

"Well, I'm on duty today and I'm the last one to leave. I'll probably come back a little later every Monday from now on."

Qiao Zijin has already started school. Qiao Zijin, who is in high school, is different from Qiao Nan. He no longer goes to study, but is a dormitory student. He comes back once a week at most.

So now Qiao Nan is the only child in the family.

"It's already the third year of junior high school. Your class should learn to be class cadres. What did you do this time?" Ding Jiayi's face turned cold, with sarcasm in her eyes.

The youngest daughter has never been pleasant in character, nor sweet-mouthed. She cannot speak twenty-four sentences twenty-four hours a day at home. She is like a boring gourd. Such a person will definitely not be able to survive in society in the future. Unlike her,

The eldest daughter is sharp-tongued and likes everyone wherever she goes.

"I heard that Zijin became a literary and art committee member in school."

Qiao Nan smiled: "Mom, the courses in high school are more difficult than those in junior high school, and I am also a class cadre?" Are you ready to read this book?

Qiao Dongliang was stunned for a moment. Originally, he thought it was a good thing for his daughter to have the opportunity to be a class cadre, but when it came to the relationship between academic performance, Qiao Dongliang also hesitated: "Nan Nan, it's good to have the opportunity to exercise, even if she doesn't become a class cadre.

It doesn’t matter, learning is more important.”

Qiao Dongliang focuses on encouragement and speaks more honestly.

"What's good is good. If you can't be a good person, you can't be a good person."
Chapter completed!