Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

Whether it's Qiao Lan or Tan Mo, they are supporting roles, and the book doesn't mention them too much.

It's just that Qiao Lan has the same name as her, and because she especially likes Tan Mo's characters, Qiao Lan sees the plot of these two people more carefully than the protagonist. Now the jokes of the surrounding students squeezed into their ears, and everyone used words like lunatic, idiot, and neurosis to call Tan Mo, Qiao Lan only felt unspeakable.

After finishing the last letter of the composition, the class bell finally rang. Chen Yaoyang, Qin Yang and other boys who were playing around returned to their seats. A little Mediterranean teacher stepped on the bell and entered the classroom. With a particularly strong voice, he went straight to the first row of students in the first group,

"Take out all the newspapers", roll up the textbooks in your hands into a tube and start checking them one by one.

"I have said it several times! Reading comprehension and drawing out the answer part in the original text, saying every day, saying every day is nothing... Who should I write such a few lines for? Is the study for me?"

Old Liu scolded as he checked, Qin Yang slowly picked up the newspaper on the table and glanced at it, but his face turned green.

The newspaper was so clean that it didn't even write a single question.

Qiao Lan didn't do it for him!

Qin Yang immediately turned his head and glared at Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan didn't see Qin Yang's blush and thick neck, but Qiao Lan's deskmate saw it, and quietly pushed Qiao Lan's arm to remind her. Qiao Lan raised her head and saw Qin Yang's cannibalistic gaze, and immediately gave Qin Yang a stupid look in your eyes, and then never looked at Qin Yang again.

Qin Yang was shocked, fuck, Qiao Lan was mocking him? ? ?

Had it not been for the teacher, Qin Yang was afraid that he would rush to Qiao Lan directly at this moment.

Qin Yang’s deskmate was also surprised. Qiao Lan usually rushed up to please the group of people in the class. It was a bit strange today, but she did not lose her mind like Qin Yang. She urged Qin Yang, "Don’t worry about it. Copy it quickly, Lao Liu will be here right away."

Qin Yang reacted to the order and took a look at Qiao Lan before grabbing a pen to copy the answer frantically.

While copying, he couldn't help cursing Qiao Lan, because of Qiao Lan! He has to...

Thinking of this, the newspaper in front of him was taken away by Liu.

Before Lao Liu checked the other students, he glanced at him. He didn't expect that when he walked to Qin Yang, he would be so detailed, and Qin Yang was immediately stunned.

Old Liu flipped the newspaper from side to side, and broke out after a few seconds of silence.

"Cloze an option with two ticks, what's wrong, copy the serial? Reading comprehension, the answer is not written after the question, and then write the option, I am limping at a young age? I can’t copy the answer, really. I didn’t see it, ah? Copy the composition and read it and treat it as if I can’t see it, don’t you think I’m a fool or blind! I’m a tall man and I don’t have much skill. It’s better to stand on the playground and get a few kilos of oil. When you finish spending your parents' money, you can find a crooked-neck tree, hang it up, and roll back and stand!"

Qiao Lan almost didn't hold her back and smiled.

No wonder the students were so frightened when they mentioned the teacher, the speed of speaking, the machine turned off, and the guns, it was ashamed to be thrown at the grandma's house after such a scolding.

Comfortable.

After Lao Liu scolded Qin Yang, he didn't train anyone. When he checked Tan Mo, he just glanced at Tan Mo, and then skipped him directly.

No one regards Tan Mo as a normal person.

Tan Mo didn't respond to this either. He was alone in the shadow under the wall, with slightly longer hair covering his eyes. Qiao Lan could only see his sharpened chin, which was too thin and too pale.

Qiao Lan retracted her gaze, ignoring Qin Yang's murderous gaze standing behind her, listening carefully to Old Liu's class.

Although Lao Liu had a bad temper, the class was really good, and an English class didn't feel like it ended soon.

After class, Qiao Lan glanced at the get out of class schedule, put away the English textbook and looked for the math book in the hole of the desk, and just touched the corner of the book, and a shadow was covered. The voices of the girls who were talking fell down, Qiao Lan turned her head and saw Qin Yang with a fierce face.

Qiao Lan pulled out the math book, "What are you doing?"

Fuck, why did you ask him? Qin Yang raised his eyebrows.

Caused him to be scolded and punished to stand, and now he still has the face to ask him why?

"I asked you to write a newspaper, didn't you hear?"

"I promised?"

Chen Yaoyang, Song Yao and others who were sitting in front heard these words and looked at them in a little surprise. Qin Yang was taken aback, but was even more embarrassed by the anger, "You **** say it again?"

"Are you deaf? Let me, don't get in the way" Qiao Lan stood up, and she was going to put a few books in the bookcase at the back of the classroom.

After receiving it, Qin Yang, who had just gotten up, grabbed the book in Qiao Lan's hand and threw it out, smashing the book heavily on the wall behind the classroom.

A book flew straight to Tan Mo, hit Tan Mo's leg, and fell to the ground again.

There was a sudden silence in the class, and Qiao Lan suddenly remembered the description of Tan Mo's illness in the original novel.

Asperger's disease is extremely sensitive to the sense of touch, and may even have an overreaction. The feeling of touching a foreign body on the skin makes them painful and uneasy.

Qiao Lan's heart tightened and she pushed Qin Yang away and walked towards Tan Mo. Qin Yang cursed behind her, "What the **** is it, you really are a human being with Song Yao, if it weren't for you Poor who the **** can see you..."

Qiao Lan turned a deaf ear, quickly walked to Tan Mo, picked up the book under Tan Mo's feet, looked up at the boy in front of him and asked him carefully.

"Are you OK."

The young man seemed to have not seen or heard, and still had no reaction at all. He was sitting at the table like a sculpture, with dust and blood stains on the school uniform, pale thin fingers holding a pen and writing something on the table. A book, his body is motionless.

Qiao Lan stood up and squatted down a little bit, looking level with Tan Mo, "I'm sorry."

The pen in Tan Mo's hand finally stopped for a moment, and his head slightly raised invisibly. In an instant, Qiao Lan met Shang Tan Mo's eyes that were covered by slightly longer hair.

But that was all, he lowered his head again, still saying nothing.

Qiao Lan didn't bother him anymore, stood up, and quickly glanced at Tan Mo's table.

It's not a textbook. It is densely packed with words, mixed with symbols and formulas that are not part of high school knowledge.

Qiao Lan recognizes that formula, that is the indefinite integral in calculus, the Newton-Leibniz formula.

Qiao Lan just learned this before she put on the book.

Qin Yang was thinking of giving Qiao Lan a severe lesson, but in any case did not expect Qiao Lan, who was used to please him, did not know what medicine he took today.

Qin Yang couldn't hold back his face, he cursed in the classroom for nearly ten minutes, and finally said cruel words, you **** don't regret it, don't think we will take you again in the future!

Qiao Lan didn’t take such a naive threat in his eyes. She had already seen it when she was in elementary school or not. She had already seen it when she was in elementary school. Moreover, like Qiao Lan before, she humbled her "friendship" in exchange for others. "Qiao Lan didn't want it, let alone, Qiao Lan didn't want to have anything to do with these people.

Especially Chen Yaoyang.

Thinking of Chen Yaoyang's undisguised dislike of her today, Qiao Lan couldn't figure out what Qiao Lan likes in the book, or self-abuse.

Reached out and felt it in his schoolbag, and found out a few alpine lollipops, suddenly a little speechless.

It turns out that Qiao Lan actually bought sugar.

Qiao Lan didn't even understand Qiao Lan's brain circuit.

Putting these thoughts of trying to please people on study will not be so bad every time in the exam. The family is too poor and growing up, and it is not good to study well, no wonder being rejected.

If you want to be accepted by others, there must be a place to shine.

Qin Yang unilaterally felt that Qiao Lan was deliberately not giving him face, and called on a bunch of good friends and girls with good relationships, and unknowingly isolated Qiao Lan.

I listened with satisfaction to the crowd talking about Qiao Lan, saying that she was not as good as one-tenth of Song Yao’s, and I was ashamed to like Chen Yaoyang, and did not look at how Chen Yaoyang responded to her, that is, Song Yao’s good people helped her. ...

Qin Yang was a little excited, he couldn't wait to see Qiao Lan being alienated by her former good friends, and then had to apologize to him.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Qiao Lan put a lollipop in her mouth.

Fuck!

Qin Yang had just felt a lot of comfort, and suddenly it was gone.

Qiao Lan didn't have time to talk to Qin Yang, chewed up the lollipop in her mouth and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she saw the head teacher enter the classroom. When he came out, Tan Mo slowly followed the head teacher in his wheelchair.

What is this going to do?

Qiao Lan stared at Tan Mo's back for a while and then entered the classroom. As soon as he entered, he heard all the students in the class talking about Tan Mo.

"Why did Lao Mu take him?"

"Who knows," someone said, "I really served Lao Mu. My temper is so **** good. If I'm Lao Mu, I won't bother to care about him."

"Lao Mu is the reincarnation of the holy father, overflowing with love, and every time he gets his face shaken, he eagerly moves forward..."

"Isn't it just the overflow of love, disability and mental illness, you don't care much about it."

The students laughed, and a boy said, "He is really insane, sometimes it looks normal."

"It’s not that I’m always insane." A little girl interrupted, "I accidentally touched his arm the last time I cleaned. I didn’t mean it, so I pushed me out and almost fell. Are sick."

The pen in Qiao Lan's hand paused.

not like this.

That's because he suffers from Asperger's disease and his skin is too sensitive. The so-called light touch of normal people is a surprise that ordinary people will not understand.

"Didn't I sit at the same table with him for a few days before, and said a few words to him, which scared me to death."

"What's wrong?" The students were excited and angry.

"When you talk to him, he stares straight at you without moving his eyes. It's terrifying. Also, he sometimes shakes his hands when he holds the pen..."

"Isn't that epilepsy?"

"Fuck, he still holds a pen and writes, can he?"

He will, of course he will. Qiao Lan remembered the calculus book that she saw on Tan Mo's desk today.

Although Asperger's disease can make people autistic and lose basic social functions, the IQ and memory of this group of people do far exceed those of others, and Tanmo is even more so.

He looked straight at a person, not because he wanted to do something, but because he couldn't understand the emotions of others, he just wanted to understand what the other person meant.

As for finger trembling... it is a post-traumatic stress disorder left over from a car accident. An autistic child with Asperger’s disease since childhood, after witnessing his mother’s death in a car accident, and paralyzed his legs, he will always be fine. Inevitable pain.

He was pitiful enough, but no one had ever pityed him. They said he was a lunatic, a fool, and a neurotic. They used the most vicious ridicule of this age to stimulate this young man who was already on the verge of collapse.

There was also a girl beside her eloquently talking about the so-called information, saying that she occasionally saw Tan Mo holding a pen and scribbling like a three-year-old child, and said that she once saw Tan Mo drooling stupidly.

"Fuck and drooling!"

"Fuck you're a **** fool."

"What did you think his parents sent him here?"

In the classroom, the students said, smiled, idiot, lunatic, and other words got into Qiao Lan’s ears over and over again. Qiao Lan couldn’t bear to look at the girl who was making rumors.

"Have you said enough?"

The girl froze for a moment, screamed, "Qiao Lan, are you sick!"

"If you spread rumors, you're all right?"

The girl turned pale and cursed and changed the subject, "It's because Qin Yang said you and I still speak for you today, kindly treat you as a donkey..."

The students onlookers looked at the girl and Qiao Lan again. They didn't know what they were thinking about, and they gradually dispersed.

When class was about to start, Tan Mo finally returned. His injured hand was wrapped in gauze. Qiao Lan glanced around and saw that the same table pretended to have accidentally moved her table farther.

In the afternoon, Qiao Lan clearly felt that she was isolated, and the few girls who had taken the initiative to talk to her before did not take her at all.

Qiao Lan had no trouble in her heart, she couldn't even call these people's names, so she cared about them.

After school in the afternoon, the students rushed out of the classroom. Qiao Lan packed the homework to be done today into her schoolbag and was about to leave. When she turned her head, she saw Tan Mo again.

He was still sitting in the last row, with his head down and writing something. The passing classmate craned his neck and glanced at it. He probably thought he was scribbling like a three-year-old.

Qiao Lan sat back again, until only a few people were left in the classroom, and there were no noisy shouts in the corridor, Tan Mo moved.

He pushed the wheelchair, turned the wheelchair silently, out of the classroom, out of the corridor, and finally stopped at the disabled passage.

The scratch on his hand still hurts, and it hurts when the phone is locked on the wheel. With such a gentle disability access in front of him, Tan Mo shook his hands silently, and after a pause for nearly ten seconds, he finally put his hand back on the wheelchair. On wheels.

The wheelchair had just moved, but was caught. Someone grabbed the back of the wheelchair and slowly pushed the wheelchair down the disabled access.

Tan Mo suddenly turned his head, his voice was frightened and angry.

"open!"

The person behind did not let go, and kept pushing the wheelchair to a flat place before letting go, then turned and left without saying a word.

Tan Mo clasped his hands on the wheelchair, his pale complexion became more and more white, he sat in the wheelchair silently, staring at the man's back.

He remembers this man.

Not long ago, she stood in front of him and asked him if there was anything wrong.

One more sentence, sorry.