Chapter 1: Wear a book

After the military training and more than a month of time together, the students who were strangers to the high school, have already in this period of time and the same classmates to get acquainted with the group of three or a bunch of five people joking and playing.

At this moment, it was just after the morning exercise, the students who were not under the control of the teacher were making a lot of noise, and finally woke up Qiao Lan, who was sleeping on the table, by squeezing around.

Surrounded by chaos, chattering and shouting filled the ears to shake the eardrums, Qiao Lan did not have time to react to what happened, eyelids lifted to see the boys playing next to the straight crash over.

Qiao Lan quickly got up and jumped to the side on reflex, the boy hit the chair and fell on the floor, when he rolled up he rubbed his arm that was hurt by the impact and cursed under his breath, he was not very happy and glared at Qiao Lan, "Fuck what are you hiding from."

Qiao Lan:?

Qiao Lan looks to the boy.

Big face plate a head of short inches, looks fierce face and two or three pimples, tall and strong nearly one meter nine.

You think you're a piece of paper when you're so big and strong that you run into her and don't apologize, and now you're asking her why she's hiding?

"No hiding and waiting..."

As a result, before the words were finished, the girl sitting in front of Qiao Lan looked back at the boy, "Qin Yang you stop."

The girl's voice was so pleasant that Qiao Lan, who was still a bit confused, subconsciously glanced at it, and then glanced at it a second time.

This girl has fair skin and delicate features, even with a ponytail wearing a school uniform is also very good-looking, a pair of big eyes especially outstanding, watery and doll-like.

The boy who was just impatient with Qiao Lan was instantly full of sunshine, "It's alright", after a big smile, he turned his head to look at Qiao Lan, "Just kidding, right Qiao Lan, where's the candy today?"

Sugar?

"What kind of candy?"

"Just sugar... you're sleep-deprived?"

Qin Yang said as she moved closer to Qiao Lan, reaching into the hole in her desk.

Even if they were close friends, there was no reason to reach directly into the hole of the table, not to mention that she didn't even know this boy, Qiao Lan grabbed the boy's arm and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

Qin Yang's hand was blocked and froze for a rare moment.

In the past, they didn't like Qiao Lan and didn't want to talk to her at all, but Song Yao always took Qiao Lan with her, and Qiao Lan would buy them candies and water from time to time. Although they didn't like such an obvious favor, who would refuse to eat for free, so later on, when Qiao Lan didn't buy anything, they would ask her for it directly, because Qiao Lan wouldn't refuse anyway.

It's not uncommon for things like today to go right through Qiao Lan's desk hole.

I didn't expect Qiao Lan to suddenly stop him today.

But Qin Yang was only stunned for a moment and didn't pay attention to it, or maybe she didn't care about Qiao Lan's attitude at all.

"I didn't buy any today, don't forget this afternoon, I want the original flavor, buy a few more", Qin Yang said, it's only natural to say that, she withdrew her hand and returned to her seat, she drew out an English newspaper and threw it on Qiao Lan's table, "Copy the newspaper for me, write the essay all over it, otherwise Old Liu will scold me again. If you don't, Old Liu will scold you again, fuck Old Liu, he has so many things to do, checking every day is not too annoying..."

Throwing the newspaper to Qiao Lan, he went back to his seat, rummaged through his bag, and then rushed out of the classroom with a group of boys to continue the fight in the hallway.

Qiao Lan: ......

Qiao Lan saw the other students in the classroom, no one felt anything wrong, still talking and laughing, eating breakfast and chatting.

"Song Yao, I'm going to get some water do you want it?"

The pretty girl who had just spoken handed the girl who had spoken a glass of water from the table, "Yes, please."

"What did Yao Yang do that he's not here yet?"

"Just saw him go out with a couple of Van's, went to get breakfast I think."

It's all useless nonsense, but it makes Qiao Lan's head spin.

If one Song Yao wasn't precise enough, then add another Yao Yang. Qiao Lan had read a novel recently, and since one of the characters in the novel had the same name as her, Qiao Lan had looked through the book in general.

Song Yao, Chen Yaoyang, the heroine and hero of the book.

Take away the newspaper that the boy just threw on the table, flipped open the textbook on the table, on the top of the kinda showy two words, Qiao Lan.

At this moment, Qiao Lan's mind was filled with nothing but profanity.

Fuck that.

Wearing a book is such an unthinkable thing that she bumped into, but wearing a book is just that, why didn't she wear a beautiful, rich and excellent heroine, but wore a Qiao Lan?

Because her name is also Qiao Lan?

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

Qiao Lan is a poor, ugly and poor student who is oppressed by her parents at home and bullied by her classmates at school. But when Song Yao, the beautiful and kind-hearted heroine, can't stand it, she takes the initiative to befriend her, and Qiao Lan reluctantly becomes a member of Song Yao's little sisterhood.

It's one thing to have Song Yao's help, but it's another to have the boys and girls who are close to Song Yao look down on her. Qiao Lan tries to please these people by buying things and doing homework and cleaning up, so that they can take her with them when they play.

Qiao Lan When I first read the book, I was so angry that I wanted to curse my mother. In the book, it was written that Qiao Lan was so thin that she was almost skin and bones, so she didn't save some money for herself to have more food, and then she even tried to even out the money to serve these people?

I'm afraid I'm in over my head.

Without thinking, Qiao Lan stood up and threw the newspaper back onto Qin Yang's desk.

When you sit back down and dig out Qiao Lan's own newspaper from your school bag.

All the multiple choice questions were done and the back of the corrections and essays were left empty.

Remembering what Qin Yang had just said about checking the newspaper, Qiao Lan drew out a pen and quickly finished the corrections and then began to write the essay.

Outside the school building, the handicapped access is gently sloping, but Tan Mo still struggles to turn the wheel; his hands are not as strong as the average person's, or even as strong as many girls.

The students who came and went automatically avoided a certain amount of space when they saw him, and Tan Mo could hear the whispers of the students who passed by, as well as countless stares that were comparable to a public execution.

Tan Mo's head is bowed, her pale face hidden by her somewhat overgrown hair, and her thin white fingers roll the wheelchair with difficulty.

It was hard for the wheelchair to finally reach the entrance of the building, the school building suddenly rushed out a person, rushed too hard to brake directly hit Tan Mo body.

The wheelchair was knocked backward steeply, the finger that was too late to be taken away got stuck in the wheel, a moment of pain, Tan Mo hastily pulled out the finger, but the wheelchair was uncontrollably and rapidly backward.

A girl in the surroundings shrieked in alarm as the wheelchair slid quickly down the disabled access, and with no one stopping it, the wheelchair tumbled straight down the small steps beside it. Tan Mo fell heavily on the ground, the palms of his hands were immediately rubbed by the coarse concrete floor with blood stinging, and the wheelchair also fell out a long way in a flash.

The boy who hit Tan Mo quietly righted the wheelchair and pushed it next to Tan Mo, then quickly ran away, as if Tan Mo was something unclean.

Tan Mo's blood-stained hands trembled lightly and uncontrollably as he pulled the wheelchair to his side, braced his hands on the wheelchair, his arms trembling as he supported his entire body, and laboriously resumed his seat in the wheelchair.

His hands shook and he fell to the ground again, passing students looked at him but no one helped him, some tried to go forward but then remembered something and backed away.

He fell once, twice, three times, and finally got back into the wheelchair, his white school uniform top was already stained with dust, with blood still scattered sporadically on it, his head still lowered, his face devoid of any expression, his muscles as if necrotic, and silently rolling the wheelchair back into the handicapped access.

In the classroom, Qiao Lan was halfway through her essay when a group of boys came in from outside the classroom. The boy at the front of the class put a glass of water on Song Yao's desk, and when the class was in an uproar, Song Yao took the glass of water and said thank you.

The shyness in the thank you was so obvious that Qiao Lan couldn't help but glance over and see the tall, thin boy standing in front of Song Yao's desk.

Tall, a school uniform a hairy inch can not be blocked handsome, next to someone shouted "Yao Yang", Qiao Lan immediately realized.

No wonder it's so handsome. It's a male lead after all.

Chen Yaoyang handed Song Yao a glass of water in his hand and spoke calmly with Song Yao for a while before turning his head to meet Qiao Lan's gaze.

Though she had controlled it well, Qiao Lan still saw the disgust on Chen Yaoyang's face at a glance.

Qiao Lan: ......

Fuck you.

Qiao Lan really doesn't like this male lead at all. Qiao Lan prefers a male supporting character named Tan Mo to the so-called wild and domineering male lead.

Unfortunately it just died too soon.

After reading the novel and seeing Tan Mo die, Qiao Lan didn't bother to read the rest of the storyline.

With that in mind, Qiao Lan turns to the last row.

She remembers that in the novel Tan Mo was also in the same class as them, Tan Mo had to use a wheelchair and was afraid of light and wind because of her illness, so she always sat in the far corner of the classroom.

The last row in the far corner of the classroom was lone with only one table, the two chairs in front of it were far away from this table, and the walls blocked some of the light, making the space even more cold and out of place.

Tan Mo hasn't come yet.

Qiao Lan did not know what to think and turned her head again, picking up her pen to continue writing her essay, not noticing Chen Yaoyang's slightly surprised gaze. A skinny boy came in from the classroom and said at the top of his voice, "I just came in from outside and met Tan Mo, and I was bumped into."

The pen in Qiao Lan's hand lurched.

"Hit him, who dares to hit him, bully the disabled", someone said.

Finished next to a bunch of people laughed, the small boy also happy for a long time, "he just came up from the disabled access there, inside rushed out a person, did not see it hit, the wheelchair directly turned over, grass, you did not see, fell really hard."

A girl next to me laughed several times, "Classmates, help each other, care for the disabled understand."

"That's it, don't even help to hold it."

"No help," the smaller boy laughed and waved his hand, "who dares to help him, I'm still afraid of contagion."

"Is neurosis contagious?"

"How the fuck should I know."

"Hahaha you're biologically into a dog."

"What the hell is biology learning this? Why don't you ask Tan Mo if neuropathy is contagious? And if neuropathy isn't contagious, then ask if epilepsy is contagious?"

"I'm not fucking asking questions with crazy people..."

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

The pale, skinny teenager rolled his wheelchair quietly into the classroom and without a word, as if he hadn't heard anything, came to his seat, the thick walls shrouding his entire being under a shadow.

No one paid any attention to him, no one said a word to him.

The whole classroom was buzzing with excitement, but the excitement.

It has nothing to do with him, in the slightest.