Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

Back in the classroom, Qiao Lan had already returned from the outside, and many of the classmates around the classroom finally saw the legendary Qiao Lan.

However, the legendary Qiao Lan didn’t feel the joy of taking the first grade of the year. A tall and thin girl walked into the classroom silently, looking at the position of the last row of the first group, and it seemed that there was no Look, he returned to his seat without speaking the last word.

Qiao Lan admitted that she was a little disappointed.

Just now the head teacher found her and said that Tan Mo didn't want to sit at the same table with her.

He said straightforwardly that he was unwilling and never explained any reason.

The head teacher is a good person, and he is still comforting Qiao Lan, "Tan Mo is different from what you know. He had a very serious autism since he was a child. Later, something happened in his family, and now his condition is more serious. At the beginning, Tan Mo was not at all. Willing to come to school, Tan Mo’s father took a lot of effort to get Tan Mo to come to school. Tan Mo doesn’t like being close to people, so he should just sit behind him alone..."

"Teacher, you don't need to say, I understand."

She even knows more than the head teacher.

I know that Tan Mo is not an ordinary autism, and I know what happened to him, but I will inevitably be a little disappointed.

The head teacher was not good to say anything. After thinking about changing seats, I thought it was good for you to sit at the same table with Chen Yaoyang. Chen Yaoyang’s physical chemistry is very good. You can be at the same table with him and help each other can be effective. improve grades!"

Qiao Lan: "..."

Teacher, please let me go.

Maybe Qiao Lan's expression is too unlovable, and the head teacher can't bear to embarrass her.

After all, it’s the first place, it’s always a little privilege, "Then who do you want to sit at the same table?"

"Whatever you want," Qiao Lan said. Of the 45 people in the class, she couldn't even call her name.

The head teacher thought for a while, "Then Pei Ning, Pei Ning is also very good in physics and chemistry, but his English is a bit weak, and you are also good to sit together.

Qiao Lan didn't know who Pei Ning was, so let's do so if the head teacher said so.

After Qiao Lan left, the head teacher sighed. He was still a little concerned about why Qiao Lan didn't sit at the same table with Chen Yaoyang. As far as he knew, Chen Yaoyang's popularity in the class should be very good.

I shook my head and walked out of the office. After walking two steps, I found that the figure in front was a bit familiar. Isn't this Chen Yaoyang?

What is Chen Yaoyang doing here?

The head teacher didn't think too much, and called Chen Yaoyang. Chen Yaoyang didn't want to deal with it, but he stopped. A handsome face looked at the head teacher blankly, "Teacher, what's the matter."

"This", the head teacher hesitated for a while, but still felt that he couldn't ask, so he could only encourage Chen Yaoyang while walking, "Is it a bit discouraged if I didn't keep the first grade this time? The teacher felt that I didn't need to worry about it at all. ."

First or second, Chen Yaoyang doesn't care that much anymore. He admits that he has been a little too relaxed recently. As long as he works harder on Wen, he will be the first one next time. He is really not too worried.

What he is upset now is...

"Teacher," Chen Yaoyang thought about it, "The afternoon seat..."

"Oh oh oh this, I'm just about to tell you, according to this ranking, you and Qiao Lan should sit at the same table, but for some reason, the teacher decided to let Qiao Lan and Pei Ning sit, you and Song Yao , I think your relationship with Song Yao is still very good, there should be no problem."

Chen Yaoyang: "..."

You have said so, what else can he say?

If he disagrees, then he has a bad relationship with Song Yao?

Chen Yaoyang didn't want to say a rare word anymore. The fire that had just been suppressed a while ago began to recover bit by bit. Passing by the high-ranking display board, he saw Qiao Lan at the top.

He looked away more gloomily.

The last class in the afternoon was the class meeting. The students in Class 13 were all a little excited. After the second class, all the students packed their schoolbags and waited for their new tablemates.

Only Tan Mo sat quietly, as if it had nothing to do with everything.

After the class bell rang, the head teacher walked in with the transcript and stood on the stage to clear his throat and said, "Today we are ranked according to the order. Everyone should understand the meaning of this sentence, but the teacher still has another A few points need to be made clear. I know that some students are not satisfied with this method of arranging seats, especially those with lower grades in the class. Regarding platooning, there is one more thing I want to explain."

"Students with the highest ranking can sit with those with the highest rankings. However, if the students who have made a lot of progress in the exam, the teacher can also adjust the seats as appropriate. So even if your grades are not good, as long as you make progress, you can still match your grades. Very good classmates are at the same table, which means that our seat change this time is not strictly based on ranking."

With that said, the classmates who were behind before suddenly became energetic, and the class was buzzing.

"Okay, everyone, be quiet, now we will start arranging seats", the head teacher pointed to the position of the first shot of the group by the door, "from this group, the first row, Qiao Lan, Peining."

As soon as the voice fell, the eyes of the whole class fell on Qiao Lan's body.

Shouldn't Qiao Lan sit with Chen Yaoyang?

Even Pei Ning, who was about to sit at the same table with Qiao Lan, was stunned, but he was introverted and didn't say anything.

Qiao Lan was even more calm. The head teacher took his schoolbag and sat in the first row just after speaking.

Tan Mo, who had been looking down at the book, had already stopped the pen in his hand. The face that was always expressionless, the muscles twitched faintly, and the beautiful light brown eyes were confused for the first time.

Shouldn't she sit with Chen Yaoyang?

But no one answered him, and no one would tell him.

Chen Yaoyang, who was supposed to be sitting at the same table with Qiao Lan, sat in the first row of the third group to Qiao Lan's left, and Banhua Song Yao was sitting with him.

Song Yao's cheeks were reddish, and her big eyes were watery and beautiful, but Chen Yaoyang was in a bad mood and didn't see it at all.

As soon as he turned his head, he could see Qiao Lan. She was working on the physics workbook with her head down and holding a pen. She seemed to have no interest in where he was sitting, and the surrounding mess had nothing to do with her.

Qiao Lan really doesn't like him?

Even after hearing Qiao Lan not sitting at the same table with him, Chen Yaoyang would not believe it.

After all, Qiao Lan's eyes were too obvious.

And if it wasn't for getting closer to him, Qiao Lan would be so desperate to get this place.

But what Qiao Lan wanted to do now, Chen Yaoyang really couldn't think of.

After experiencing the trouble of Qiao Lan and Chen Yaoyang's seats, the subsequent seat change was not very interesting. Everyone had a new seat at the same table again, and everyone was chattering.

Only Tan Mo, the whole person's silence is even more gloomy.

He raised his head and looked at a position as usual, but it was not Qiao Lan that sat there, but a tall and strong boy.

Qiao Lan was sitting on the side of the door, and Tan Mo was sitting on the diagonal of that position.

Qiao Lan became the person farthest from Tan Mo in this classroom.

There were so many classmates in the middle, as well as tall and strong boys, blocking Tan Mo's vision.

He couldn't see Qiao Lan's back.

The pen in his hand cut through the paper suddenly, leaving a long mark on the book, but Tan Mo himself didn't notice it.

The last class in a trance was over. The classmates who stood up were taller, and they couldn't see anything even more. When they could finally see, Tan Mo saw that Qiao Lan was still sitting in her seat and reading.

Tan Mo, who wanted to leave, stopped again.

Tan Mo couldn't figure out why he didn't leave, and why he stayed here.

He also didn't want to think about the reason here, he looked at Qiao Lan, who had become so far away from him, with heavy eyes.

The cell phone in his clothes vibrated, and every day he picked him up from school, Uncle Chen called. Tan Mo glanced at the phone and pressed the phone. He wrote back and asked Uncle Chen to wait.

School was over at 5:20, and until 5:40, Qiao Lan finally put down the pen in her hand and let out a sigh of relief.

Unconsciously, he turned his head and looked in Tan Mo's direction again. When he turned back, he remembered that Tan Mo should have already left at this time.

But when I saw it, I found that Tan Mo was still there. Not only was there, the pale and fragile teenager sitting in a wheelchair was watching her.

Those eyes have always had no emotion, but at such a distance, Qiao Lan felt that the gaze that those eyes looked at her was too hot.

Qiao Lan's pace of wanting to leave stopped for a moment after hesitating.

Since Tan Mo said that she was unwilling to sit at the same table with her, Qiao Lan's enthusiasm was somewhat undermined, and some did not know how to continue communicating with Tan Mo. She even doubted whether her unilateral initiative was really appropriate.

As far as Tan Mo is concerned, the closeness she thinks is just annoying and disturbing.

But... Qiao Lan lowered her eyelashes slightly, and when she raised her head again, Tan Mo had already closed her eyes, rolling her wheelchair out of the classroom, her back indifferent, as if the scorching sight just now was completely fake.

Qiao Lan grabbed her schoolbag and chased after her.

"Tan Mo," Qiao Lan called Tan Mo.

The boy with his hand on the wheelchair stopped, and the setting sun fell on his pale and thin cheeks, his voice indifferent and distant, "What."

"you..."

What were you looking at?

What did you want to do just now?

Qiao Lan didn't ask, she could guarantee that Tan Mo didn't even know.

"Tan Mo, do you like to be alone alone?"

"Yes."

"Don't you like people being too close to you."

"Yes."

"Do you hate being too close to you?"

"meeting."

Qiao Lan was silent.

Tan Mo stared at Qiao Lan closely. Why did you ask these questions? Why did you ask such irrelevant questions? Why didn't you keep asking?

Qiao Lan didn't ask.

Tan Mo stared at Qiao Lan's black eyes and asked the question that made him irritable all day, "Why didn't you sit with Chen Yaoyang?"

Qiao Lan was stunned. She probably didn’t understand why she mentioned Chen Yaoyang, but she answered honestly.

"Because I don't want to."

Don't want to?

Why not?

Who do you want to sit with?

Isn't it because of him that you get first place?

Tan Mo did not ask, but Qiao Lan understood the question that Tan Mo wanted to say but stopped.

"I don't want to, because I hate him," Qiao Lan said, saying as if he was teasing herself, "I want to sit at the same table with you, but the teacher said you don't want it."

Tan Mo suddenly looked up at her.

But the face with muscles that looked like necrosis still didn't show any expressions, Qiao Lan looked down at him and narrowed her smile.

"Tan Mo, I don't know you would dislike it so much. I didn't mean to make you so uncomfortable. I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I won't bother you again."

She looked at Tan Mo and smiled lightly, just like in the past, but the smile this time was different from the smile in the past.