Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

After going through military training and spending more than a month with each other, students who had never met newcomers to high school have already been acquainted with their classmates during this period of time. They were chatting in groups of three or in groups of five.

It was the time between classes just after the morning exercises. The students who were not under the control of the teacher were making a lot of noise. They squeezed to finally wake up Qiao Lan who was asleep on the table.

The surroundings were chaotic, and the chattering shouts filled the ears and the eardrums were sore that Qiao Lan couldn't tell what had happened. As soon as she raised her eyelids, she saw the boy playing next to her and slammed into her.

Qiao Lan quickly got up and jumped to the side. The boy slammed into a chair and fell to the ground. When he turned up, he rubbed his painful arm and cursed a swear word. He gave Qiao Lan an unhappy look, "Fuck. What are you hiding?"

Qiao Lan:? ? ?

Qiao Lan looked at the boy.

The big face plate is short, and there are two or three pimples on his face that looks fierce, and he is nearly 1.9 meters tall and strong.

You don’t need to apologize when you are so strong, and now you still ask her why she is hiding. Do you think you are a paper man?

"Don't hide and wait..."

As a result, the girl sitting in front of Qiao Lan looked back at the boy and said, "Qin Yang, please stop."

The girl's voice is pleasant and pleasant, and Qiao Lan, who is still a little confused, glanced at it subconsciously, and then glanced again without holding back.

The girl has fair skin and delicate features. Even if she wears a ponytail in a school uniform, she is also very good-looking. Her big eyes are especially outstanding, watery like a doll.

The boy who was impatient with Qiao Lan just now was full of sunshine, "It's okay", turned his head and glanced at Qiao Lan after a big grin, "It's a joke, by the way, Qiao Lan, where's the sugar today?"

sugar?

"What sugar?"

"Just sugar, are you stunned?"

Qin Yang approached Qiao Lan while talking, and reached out to touch Qiao Lan's table hole.

Even if it’s a close friend, there’s no reason to just reach out into the hole in the desk. What’s more, she doesn’t even know the boy. Qiao Lan grabbed the boy’s arm and asked impatiently, "What?"

Qin Yang's hand was blocked outside, and he was taken aback for a while.

They used to look down on Qiao Lan and didn't want to take care of her. Song Yaoyao always took Qiao Lan with her, and Qiao Lan also bought sugar and water for them from time to time. Although I don't like such obvious pleasing behavior, whoever can eat for nothing will refuse, so that sometimes Qiao Lan didn't buy anything, they would ask her directly, anyway Qiao Lan would not refuse.

It couldn't be more normal to go straight through Qiao Lan's table hole like today.

Unexpectedly, Qiao Lan would suddenly stop him today.

But Qin Yang only froze for a moment, not paying attention, or that he didn't care about Qiao Lan's attitude at all.

"I didn't buy it today. Don't forget that afternoon. I want the original ones and buy a few more." Qin Yang said, speaking naturally, and put his hands back to his seat and pulled out an English newspaper Throw it on Qiao Lan's desk, "The newspaper will copy it for me, the composition is full, or the old Liu will have to scold him again, and the old Liu will be forced to do so many things. It is not annoying to check every day..."

Throwing the newspaper to Qiao Lan, she went back to her seat and flipped through her schoolbag, and then rushed out of the classroom with a group of boys to continue fighting in the corridor.

Qiao Lan: ...

When Qiao Lan saw the other students in the classroom, no one felt that there was anything wrong. She still talked and laughed, eating breakfast, eating breakfast, and chatting.

"Song Yao, do you want me to fetch water?"

The beautiful girl who just spoke passed the water glass on the table to the girl who was talking, "Yes, thank you."

"What did Yaoyang do and haven't come yet?"

"I just saw him and Fanfan go out. Go and buy an earlier one."

It was all useless nonsense, but it made Qiao Lan's head bewildered.

If Song Yao is not accurate enough, add another Yaoyang. Qiao Lan happened to read a novel recently. Because a character in the novel has the same name as her, Qiao Lan also roughly flipped through the book.

Song Yao and Chen Yaoyang are the heroine and heroine in this book.

Removed the newspaper that the boy had just thrown on the table, and opened the textbook on the table, there were two pretty words on it, Qiao Lan.

At this moment, Qiao Lan had only one dirty word in her mind.

Fuck.

She ran into such an unthinkable thing about wearing a book, but it was nothing more than wearing a book. Why didn't she dress as a beautiful, rich and excellent heroine, but as Qiao Lan?

Just because she is also called Qiao Lan?

Qiao Lan in the book is a villain, and a cannon fodder villain who cannot be more miserable!

A hapless man who was squeezed by his parents at home and bullied by his classmates at school, poor, ugly, and poor in study. Later, the beautiful and kind-hearted heroine Song Yao couldn't see it and took the initiative to make friends with her, so Qiao Lan reluctantly became a member of Song Yao's sister group.

It’s one thing to have Song Yao to help, but it’s another thing for boys and girls who have a good relationship with Song Yao to look down on her. In order to please these people, Qiao Lan often takes the initiative to buy things to do homework and cleaning so that they can play. Bring her.

When Qiao Lan was reading the book, she was so angry that she wanted to scold her mother. The book said Qiao Lan was skinny and skinny. She didn't keep a bit of money to eat more. But in the end, she tried to evenly serve these people?

I am afraid there is a pit in my head.

Qiao Lan stood up without thinking and threw the newspaper back on Qin Yang's desk.

After sitting back, she found Qiao Lan's own newspaper from her bag.

All multiple-choice questions have been done, and the corrections and essays below are empty.

Remembering what Qin Yang said just now to check the newspaper, Qiao Lan took out a pen and quickly corrected the mistakes and started writing.

Outside the teaching building, the **** of the disabled access is very gentle, but Tan Mo still struggles to turn the wheel. His hands are not as strong as ordinary people, and even worse than many girls.

The students coming and going saw him automatically avoid a certain space, Tan Mo could hear the quiet comments of the students passing by, and countless eyes comparable to public executions.

Tan Mo lowered his head, his pale face was hidden by some [新笔趣阁www.xsbiquge.info] hair that was too long, and his thin white fingers rolled the wheelchair with difficulty.

Finally, the wheelchair finally reached the entrance of the corridor, and a person suddenly rushed out of the teaching building. He rushed too hard to stop and hit Tan Mo directly.

The wheelchair was knocked back abruptly, and the fingers that were too late to take away got stuck in the wheels. For a moment, Tan Mo hurriedly pulled out his fingers, but the wheelchair quickly moved backwards uncontrollably.

There was a scream from a girl around, the wheelchair quickly slid down from the disabled passage, no one stopped, the wheelchair turned straight down from the small steps next to it. Tan Mo fell heavily to the ground, his palm was suddenly stabbed with blood from the rough concrete floor, and the wheelchair fell far away in an instant.

The boy who hit Tan Mo quietly pushed the wheelchair right up to Tan Mo's side, and then quickly ran away, just like Tan Mo is something unclean.

Tan Mo's blood-stained hands trembled uncontrollably, pulling the wheelchair to his side, supporting the wheelchair with both hands, supporting the whole body with his arms trembling, and struggling to sit back on the wheelchair.

His hands shook, and he fell to the ground again. The students passing by were all watching him, but no one helped him. Some people wanted to come forward, but they thought of something and backed away.

He fell once, twice, three times, and finally sat back in the wheelchair again. The white school uniform shirt was stained with dust, and blood was scattered on it. He was still bowing his head, without any expression on his face, his muscles were like necrosis. Similarly, silently rolling the wheelchair back to the disabled access.

In the classroom, halfway through Qiao Lan's composition, a group of boys came in outside the classroom, and the boy walking in the front put the water glass on Song Yao's table. There was a booze in the class, Song Yao took the water glass and said Thank you.

The shyness in this thank you was too obvious. Qiao Lan couldn't help but glanced, and saw the tall and thin boy standing in front of Song Yao's desk.

He was very tall and handsome in a school uniform. Someone nearby shouted "Yaoyang", Qiao Lan immediately realized.

No wonder he is so handsome, after all, he is the hero.

Chen Yaoyang handed the water glass in his hand to Song Yao and spoke to Song Yao peacefully for a while, then turned his head to meet Qiao Lan's gaze.

Although the control was quite good, Qiao Lan still saw the disgust on Chen Yaoyang's face at a glance.

Qiao Lan: ...

Go to your uncle.

Qiao Lan really doesn't like this male lead at all. Compared to the so-called arrogant male lead, Qiao Lan prefers a supporting male lead named Tan Mo.

Unfortunately, he died too early.

When I read the novel and saw that Tan Mo was dead, Qiao Lan didn't bother to watch the plot behind it.

Thinking of this, Qiao Lan turned to look at the last row.

She remembered that Tan Mo was in the same class with them in the novel. Tan Mo had to sit in a wheelchair and was afraid of light and wind because of illness, so he always sat in the corner of the classroom.

In the last row at the corner of the classroom, there is only one table alone. The two chairs in front are far away from this table. The walls block some light, making this space even more deserted and out of place.

Tan Mo hasn't come yet.

Qiao Lan turned her head again without knowing what she was thinking, picked up the pen and continued to write, without noticing Chen Yaoyang's slightly surprised look. A thin boy came in from the classroom, and said with a throat, "I just came in from outside and met Tan Mo and was hit by someone."

The pen in Qiao Lan's hand paused.

"Bumped, who would dare to hit him, bully the disabled", someone said.

After talking, a bunch of people laughed, and the little boy was also happy for a long time. "He just came up from the disabled access, and a person rushed out of it. He didn't see him and hit him. The wheelchair turned over. You didn't see it, it fell really hard."

A girl nearby laughed a lot, "Classmates, help each other and care for the disabled."

"That's it, don't help me."

"No help", the little boy laughed and waved his hand, "Who dares to help him, I'm afraid of infection."

"Can neuropathy be contagious?"

"How the **** do I know."

"Hahaha, your biology goes to the dog's stomach."

"Fucking creatures still learn this? Would you like to ask if Tanmo's neuropathy is contagious? If neuropathy is not contagious, then ask if epilepsy is contagious?"

"I **** don't talk to lunatics..."

Almost everyone laughed, and laughter filled the entire classroom, until Tan Mo appeared, and the laughter stopped suddenly.

The pale and thin boy rolled his wheelchair and quietly entered the classroom, without a word, he came to his seat as if he hadn't heard anything, and the thick walls shrouded him in a shadow.

No one cares about him, no one talks to him.

The whole classroom is not lively, but this lively,

It has nothing to do with him.