Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

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He can ask the head teacher. The head teacher took the initiative to ask him last time. As long as he speaks, he can sit with Qiao Lan immediately.

But Tan Mo didn't want to do that.

From the big world to the small class, Tan Mo has its own rules, and even small things like changing seats have their own rules and their own methods. Last time Qiao Lan asked him why he didn't take the exam, but he felt that it had nothing to do with whether he took the exam or not, but now, Tan Mo has found the relationship.

Qiao Lan changed to another position, and was a little unhappy.

Chen Yaoyang sat on her left again, further away from Tan Mo.

Last week, because she sat very close, Qiao Lan obviously felt that Tan Mo had made progress before she could speak well. As a result, she changed seats a week later, and she couldn't turn her head to talk to Tan Mo again.

She glanced back, and the girl sitting in front of Tan Mo pulled the table and stool very forward, deliberately opening a large space with Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan stared at the girl for a long time, and finally looked away.

Some of Tan Mo's actions are often difficult for Qiao Lan to understand at the present time, and sometimes even misunderstand, but after a while, Qiao Lan can roughly figure out what Tan Mo means.

For example, Tan Mo ignored her last time because of a sentence of drinking water. Another example is that Tan Mo would talk to her in the western restaurant before, but he suddenly became mute when he got to school.

Tan Mo's thinking is different from that of ordinary people, so sometimes it is a little difficult to understand him, but one thing is relatively simple, that is, no matter what Tan Mo thinks, he will never have evil thoughts, which means that he does anything. The starting point of the matter will not harm her, and even it is actually for her good.

Thinking of this, Qiao Lan felt resentful and sad, so everyone thought Tan Mo was terrible, but his heart was purer than anyone else.

Following this line of thought, Qiao Lan finally understood why Tan Mo didn't talk to her in the class, or why he didn't talk to her in front of other students.

He was worried that people here would alienate her or slander her because she was close to him.

Qiao Lan's eyes were a little sore again.

She is really not a sentimental person. The number of times she cried in her last life can be counted on two fingers. She has grown like a weed for 20 years. Now when I see this young man, the softest part of my heart is filled with tears. Touched again and again.

There is such a person in this world who is kind enough to make her feel distressed.

Pei Ning was talking to her about a topic, and when she was talking, she suddenly found that Qiao Lan had lost her voice. After a glance, she realized that Qiao Lan was in a daze.

"Hey, what are you thinking?" Pei Ning grabbed Qiao Lan's arm, "I'm not very good at this question, you wait for me to see..."

Qiao Lan couldn't help but turned her head to look at Tan Mo's position, but was looking at Shang Tan Mo's eyes, his beautiful light-colored eyes stared at her quietly for a long time, and then lowered his head again.

Qiao Lan felt that she had hallucinations in her eyes. The moment Tan Mo lowered his head, she seemed to feel the sadness in Tan Mo's eyes, mixed with a kind of indifference that was abandoned by the whole world.

Qiao Lan's fingers trembled, and suddenly she hurriedly shook off Pei Ning's hand, which was still on her arm. Pei Ning asked her what was wrong, and Qiao Lan was stunned.

She didn't know what was wrong either.

She just had an illusion that Tan Mo didn't seem to like Pei Ning being so close to her.

"It's okay," Qiao Lan lowered her eyelashes and said in a low voice, "Isn't it okay?"

"It's too difficult, no, I'll fix it, I'll have to hand it in in a while." The question that Pei Ning, who can compete with Chen Yaoyang, can't do, Qiao Lan herself has no hope. She looked down at the question on the paper, After a while, he stood up and walked to Tan Mo's place with the paper.

It was the end of get out of class now, and none of the classmates in front of Tan Mo were in their seats. Qiao Lan walked over and sat in the seat in front of Tan Mo, and pulled the chair that was far away from Tan Mo to a place very close to Tan Mo. She cared about the gazes that fell on her in the class.

Tan Mo had already seen Qiao Lan walking towards this side, his hand holding the pen clenched uncontrollably, he watched Qiao Lan sit in front of him again.

Why did she come, she was not talking to Pei Ning, Pei Ning's hand was even on her arm.

Tan Mo couldn't control the inexplicable and disturbing emotions that surged up inside him.

When he saw Qiao Lan talking to Pei Ning, he felt that he might not be any different from Pei Ning to Qiao Lan. No, there was still a difference. He couldn't compare to Pei Ning at all, because he was like this after leaving Qiao Lan. It was painful, but Qiao Lan was still talking to others and smiling at them.

Even though he had already thought about occupying Pei Ning's position, every minute and every second made him extremely difficult to endure.

Just like the candle that broke in in the dark, it was moving away from him little by little. He was not sure if he was chasing the direction of the candle, and whether the candle would light up for him.

For normal people, sometimes they feel insecure, but for Tan Mo, he has no sense of security at all.

But now that Qiao Lan is here again, Tan Mo's irritability and unease just couldn't be suppressed, as if he found a mouth in an instant. He stared at the letters in the book for a long time, but couldn't help but raise his head and look at Qiao Lan. , ask her what to do.

Qiao Lan put the paper on the table, turned the paper in the other direction, facing Tan Mo, "I'm asking you a question, I can't solve this problem, Tan Mo, you will definitely know it."

Tan Mo's icy gaze moved away from Qiao Lan's face and settled on Pei.

On the back of Ning's head, "You can ask him."

Qiao Lan followed Tan Mo's line of sight and turned back, "It's too difficult, Pei Ning he won't."

So I asked Pei Ning first, wouldn't Pei Ning come to ask him?

Tan Mo lowered his head, looked at the overly simple topic in front of him, and looked at the book in front of him again, "Neither would I."

Surely he will.

Qiao Lan checked, and Tan Mo read that book a few days ago, and even college students found it very difficult. How could someone who can understand such a book not be able to understand a physics problem in the first year of high school.

He doesn't want to.

The cold and sad look in his eyes just now was not an illusion at all.

"Well, you won't either, then forget it."

Tan Mo's body froze again after hearing this.

That's it... Forget it, are you leaving again soon?

Qiao Lan took the paper back, didn't leave, and lay on the back of the chair again, with a light voice, "Anyway, the problem is incidental."

Tan Mo was stunned for a moment, his eyelashes trembled slightly, incidentally?

Qiao Lan smiled and said, "It's mainly to talk to you. You don't take the initiative to find me. I can only come to you, and then I will ask you how to do this question by the way."

The candlelight, which gradually moved away from the darkness, came back again.

Tan Mo looked at the smile on the girl's face, his fingers trembled slightly, and after a while, he said, "Give it to me."

"What?" Qiao Lan didn't respond for a while.

"examination paper."

Qiao Lan was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "Help me take a look, that's all, it's so difficult."

Tan Mo picked up the pen, and less than ten seconds later, the tip of the pen landed on the paper and quickly wrote a string of handwriting.

This is the first time Qiao Lan has seen Tan Mo write, the writing is fast, the handwriting is clear and beautiful, almost without thinking but decisive and confident, Qiao Lan suddenly felt that the young man in front of him was glowing.

Qiao Lan looked at the slender and pale hand holding the pen and sighed, "Tan Mo, your fingers are so beautiful."

Tan Mo's fingers trembled.

Bai's sick hands, what's so beautiful.

Finished writing the last word.

, Tan Mo handed the paper to Qiao Lan again, "It's almost time for class."

Qiao Lan chuckled, "Let's go right away", took the paper and stood up, put the chair back to its original position and returned to her seat.

Many of the classmates stared at her, looked at each other, and finally shook their heads.

"You've already changed seats, and you're still going over there?"

"What the hell are they talking about?"

"I read that right, Tan Mo is writing?"

"Maybe Qiao Lan is teasing him to play with you. If he can write, then I can be the first in the grade."

Pei Ning, who had been researching, didn't notice what happened, only that Qiao Lan left her seat for a while, and when she came back, the question she hadn't done was actually done.

"It's done?"

He also did it. Pei Ning glanced at it and found that his answer was different from Qiao Lan's.

"It's a mistake," Pei Ning said, "I think so."

Qiao Lan refused to correct, "I think I'm right."

After each held their own opinions, they did not correct them. After handing in the papers, the physics class was sent out again. Pei Ning looked at his own score of 0, and then looked at Qiao Lan's perfect score of 12, dumbfounded.

After dragging Qiao Lan's paper for a long time, I found that something was wrong, "No... this is not your word, you asked someone."

"yes\

,""Ask who?"

Qiao Lan smiled and looked back, "A genius."

Pei Ning: "..."

Another week passed in the blink of an eye, and when he came to school again, Qiao Lan was further away from Tan Mo.

The head teacher alerted the students who were in the lower ranks during the class, "The teacher said that the seats are arranged according to the rank, not completely according to the rank, so the students in the lower ranks don't need to be discouraged, as long as you make progress, as long as you can let the teacher see With your progress, you can still be at the same table as your classmates with better grades. Therefore, the opportunity is reserved for those who are prepared, everyone understands!"

"I understand..."

After class, Li Fan and a few people gathered in front of Chen Yaoyang's desk to joke, "Yaoyang, go out for activities?"

Chen Yaoyang was doing the question, "I don't have time right now."

"Fuck, what's wrong with you?" Several people were shocked, and glanced at Qiao Lan as if thinking of something, "I'm going to grab the number one back."

Chen Yaoyang didn't answer.

"You haven't learned much before, and you haven't memorized history and politics at all. If you memorize a little before the exam this time, you will definitely be number one again. Do you need to worry so much?"

"in case."

The scumbags were silent, and they probably didn't quite understand the healthy competition among the elites.

Li Fan thought for a while, looked back at Qiao Lan, who was sitting behind him, and whispered, "Actually, don't underestimate Qiao Lan, she was seven points lower than Yaoyang last time, and she is so Let's fight, except for playing with Tan Mo after class, I almost always read books, and she is really strong in literature."

Language, history and politics, these three subjects generally don't make a big difference, but last time Qiao Lan's three subjects were nearly 30 points higher than Chen Yaoyang, and more than ten points higher than Song Yao, who is very strong in liberal arts. This is very scary. .

Chen Yaoyang's self-esteem is so strong that he doesn't want to be suppressed by Qiao Lan anymore, which is also understandable.

A few scumbags sighed, the brothers were so awesome, they were not encouraged at all.

"Since hitting Qiao Lan

After the first test, our class was like a chicken blood. "

Who said it wasn't, even Chen Yaoyang started to get serious.

"I suddenly feel a little ashamed. Do you know what I saw this morning? Damn, I saw Tan Mo was actually reading a history textbook." Qin Yang's voice was loud, although he didn't shout, but Qiao Lan's seat was originally far Chen Yaoyang was very close, and when he heard Tan Mo's name, he stopped writing.

Qin Yang couldn't help laughing, "A fool knows how to study. Really, I really think we should read books too. Who the hell hits me?"

Qiao Lan squeezed behind Qin Yang expressionlessly, "Don't get in the way."

Qin Yang: "..."

He was 1.9 meters tall, and standing in the aisle that was less than one meter wide, he really blocked the road.

Li Fan pulled Qin Yang back and watched Qiao Lan walk away before whispering, "Why do I think she did it on purpose?"

Qin Yang's eyes lit up, "Did you hit me on purpose?"

When Li Fan saw Qin Yang like this, he knew he was thinking, "You just said Tan Mo, Qiao Lan is not happy."

"I said what does Tan Mo have to do with her?"

"Who knows, Qiao Lan protects Tan Mo like a brat," Li Fan shook his head, "Didn't we have a fight over Tan Mo and Tang Qin before?"

"Just go outside when you talk nonsense, don't bother me with my questions." Chen Yaoyang frowned and told the others to get out of the way. When Qin Yang and the others were all gone, he dropped the pen.

Grass.

Suddenly I don't want to do it.

*

Qiao Lan turned out her notes and spent a day adding everything she could think of that was not written in the notebook.

She did hit Qin Yang on purpose, but after the hit, her heart beat a little faster.

Qin Yang's words were ugly, but he shouldn't lie.

He said that Tan Mo was reading a history textbook.

Tan Mo had read history books before. Qiao Lan read it clearly once. It was a world history lecture. It was very thick and professional. It stands to reason that Tan Mo who has read that kind of book would never read textbooks.

Compared with the books he read, the content is too small.

But Tan Mo was really watching.

People with AS don't like to change. They like to repeat their daily life according to their own plans, so as long as there is a little difference, it must represent other meanings.

It is precisely because of this that Qiao Lan suddenly guessed something, she couldn't believe it, but she couldn't help but be happy.

If it is true.

If Tan Mo really decided to change it.

Tan Mo didn't tell her or told her about it, so Qiao Lan couldn't ask Tan Mo.

You can't ask, but you can do something else.

Tan Mo is very smart, so when it comes to mathematics and physics, Qiao Lan remembered the physics problems that Tan Mo had done in a few seconds that day, and felt that her worries were completely unnecessary.

But history and politics are different.

The more you know, the more you know, and the higher the score may not be.

Some answers are dead and not in the books.

The next day, when Tan Mo came to the school, he found that there were two more notebooks in the desk hole.

On the cover were two big words, Qiao Lan.

Tan Mo's heart trembled faintly, took out the note, and opened it gently.

The detailed knowledge points are very complete, and in order to distinguish clearly, they are marked with different pens, for fear that he cannot see the same.

One history, one politics.

In fact, since he made the plan, he has already asked Uncle Chen to make a lot of copies. Uncle Chen moved quickly, and brought back more complete and richer knowledge points, but looking at the book in his hand, Tan Mo was still reluctant to return it.

After reading it all, he asked Uncle Chen to make a copy, and returned it to Qiao Lan the next day.

Qiao Lan looked at the book in her hand, is this finished?

Don't be her guessing wrong, Tan Mo actually didn't want to take the exam at all?

There are ten days left for the second monthly exam. As usual, the teachers have to start preparing the papers, but when the class was on, the head teacher told everyone some bad news.

"This time, we bought the monthly test papers from XX No. 1 Middle School in S City. Everyone knows about XX No. 1 Middle School."

Hearing this sentence, the whole class has already started to mourn.

This year, there is no student who has not heard of XX No. 1 Middle School.

The top schools in the major provinces of the college entrance examination, the students admitted to Tsinghua North in this province every year, can account for half of the XX No. 1 Middle School.

This time I bought this school's papers, and everyone understood a fact at the first time.

That is, this monthly exam will be very, very difficult.

The whole class began to wailing, but there were also students who were in a relatively good mood, such as Pei Ning and Chen Yaoyang.

If the paper is difficult, the gap will be even bigger, especially for subjects like mathematics, physics and English, which are easy to get points, it is an advantage for top-notch students.

In particular, there is a very abnormal operation in the attached middle school, that is, each subject is 150 points.

Take 100% of the paper and change the score of each question to 150 points, so that the score of each question is better, and the difference will be larger.

Qiao Lan was a little panicked.

Of course it's physics.

She is not bad in physics and can also be ranked in the top five in the class, but she is not as talented as Chen Yaoyang and Pei Ning.

Qiao Lan lost to

No one wants to lose to Chen Yaoyang.

In the next ten days, Qiao Lan worked harder and learned to use tricks. For example, in English class, it's okay to spend a little time to study physics.

Pei Ning, who was often held back by her poor English grades, was about to cry when she saw Qiao Lan studying physics in English class.

Why is life so unfair? He is so serious, but his English still can't keep up.

Qiao Lan thought for a while, "No way, your English is poor."

Pei Ning:  …

Forget it.

Qiao Lan smiled, said nothing, and read the book again.

Back at Qiao's house in the evening, Qiao's mother really couldn't figure out what Qiao Lan was doing all day, and only came back after twelve o'clock every night.

"What the hell are you doing in a day? If you don't say anything, I'll go to school and ask your teacher."

Qiao Lan frowned, "Working."

work to earn a living?

Mother Qiao was stunned for a moment, "Why are you working?"

Just in case, Qiao Lan said silently in her heart, glanced at Mother Qiao with a half-smile and said, "Don't you and the second sister want me to go out and meet people?"

"If that's the case, let's go directly, what books are you still reading?" Mother Qiao said happily, and then she stopped.

Finally, there is someone in the family who is good at studying, because Qiao Lan was the first in the grade last time, and Mother Qiao finally gained some face in front of Mrs. Qiao and Second Aunt Qiao. It's a pity.

If you don't study, you have nothing to show off.

Thinking of this, Qiao's mother was a little resentful. Why can't her son study? It would be great if his son's grades were good.

"No, let's read the book first." Anyway, Second Sister Qiao told Qiao Lan to see the object, but she wasn't optimistic.

Qiao Lan glanced at Mother Qiao with a half-smile, "Got it."

Every day is full of schedules, and the time seems to pass so quickly that it makes people feel that it is not enough.

The second monthly exam is scheduled on Thursday and Friday this week. After the two-day exam is complete, the teacher will work overtime on weekends to correct the papers, and the results will be known as soon as you come to school on Monday.

Really tense and exciting.

On Wednesday, each class handed out the exam list, posted it on the door, then opened the desks, pasted the exam numbers on the corners of the desks, and gave each student a shoddy "admission ticket."

It's actually just a piece of paper.

The classmates huddled together to see if anyone was in the same exam room with whom, chatting and laughing before they dispersed.

During the exam, there is no need to go to the morning self-study and run the morning exercise.

Although it was said that there was no need to run for breakfast, most of the classmates arrived in the classroom ahead of time. Qiao Lan came a little late. After entering the classroom at 7:30, many students in the classroom recognized her, and some whispered that it was not Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan put the book on the table, then left the classroom and went downstairs.

She stood in the morning light and looked into the distance. A classmate who passed by asked her what she was doing. Qiao Lan said, "Waiting for someone."

wait?

Who are you waiting for?

Just as he was about to ask, he saw that Qiao Lan suddenly smiled and walked down the stairs towards the outside.

As soon as the classmate turned around, he felt that he might be hallucinating for a moment.

Otherwise, why would you see Tan Mo on exam day?

But looking at it again, I was not mistaken. The person in the wheelchair was indeed Tan Mo, and Qiao Lan, who had just said that he was waiting, was walking over there.

"Come on." softly.

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