Chapter 16: Disturbance

Back in the classroom, Qiao Lan had already returned from outside, and many students gathered outside the classroom finally saw the legendary Qiao Lan.

But the legendary Qiao Lan half did not test the first grade of the joy, tall and thin a girl, silent into the classroom, as if to the first group of the last row of the seat looked, but also as if not looking, and finally returned to his seat without a word.

Qiao Lan admitted that he was a little disappointed.

The homeroom teacher just approached her and said Tan Mo doesn't want to sit at the same table with her.

Straight up, he said he didn't want to, without ever explaining any of the reasons why.

The homeroom teacher was a good person, still comforting Qiao Lan, "Tan Mo is different from what you know, he has serious autism since he was a child, then something happened to his family, and now his condition is even more serious. Tan Mo didn't want to come to school at all, Tan Mo's father went through a lot of trouble to get Tan Mo to come to school, Tan Mo doesn't like to be close to people, so it's better to let him sit at the back alone..."

"Teacher you don't have to say anything, I understand everything."

She even knows more than the classroom teacher.

Knowing that Tan Mo it's not just any autism, and knowing what has happened to him, it's inevitable that there will still be some disappointment.

The class teacher couldn't say anything, after thinking about it, she added, "About changing seats, I think it's still very good for you and Chen Yaoyang to sit at the same table, Chen Yaoyang's physics and chemistry are all very good, you and him as the same table, helping each other can effectively improve your grades!"

Qiao Lan: "......"

Teacher, please let me go.

Perhaps Qiao Lan's expression was so hopeless that the homeroom teacher couldn't bear to give her a hard time.

After all, it's first place, it's always a little bit of a privilege, "So who do you want to sit at the same table with?"

"Whatever," Qiao Lan said, noting that of the 45 people in the class, she couldn't even name 40.

The homeroom teacher thought about it, "Then Pei Ning, Pei Ning is also very good at Physics and Chemistry, English is a bit weak, it's not bad for you to sit together."

Qiao Lan doesn't know who Pei Ning is. The class teacher said so, so be it.

After Qiao Lan left, the homeroom teacher sighed, he was still a little concerned about why Qiao Lan didn't sit at the same table with Chen Yaoyang, who, as far as he knew, was supposed to be very well liked in the class.

Shook his head and walked out of the office, walked two steps and found that the back of the front was a bit familiar, wasn't it Chen Yaoyang?

What's Chen Yaoyang doing here?

The homeroom teacher didn't think much of it and called out to Chen Yaoyang, who didn't really want to take care of it but still stood still, a handsome face looking at the homeroom teacher expressionlessly, "Teacher, is there anything."

"This", the homeroom teacher hesitated for a moment, or feel that you can not ask, can only walk while encouraging Chen Yaoyang, "this time did not keep the first grade is not a little deflated, the teacher feels that there is absolutely no need to take it to heart, make a good effort to strive for the next time to test back on the line. "

First or second, Chen Yaoyang now didn't care so much, he admitted that he had been a bit too relaxed lately, as long as he worked a bit harder on the liberal arts courses, the next time the first place would still be his, he wasn't really too worried about it.

He was now annoyed that...

"Teacher," Chen Yaoyang spoke deliberatively, "the afternoon seating..."

I see that you and Song Yao have a good relationship, so there should be no problem. "

Chen Yaoyang : "......"

If you say so, what else can he say?

If he doesn't agree, then he's not on good terms with Song Yao?

Chen Yaoyang rare words do not want to say, a while ago just suppressed the fire and little by little began to revive, passing by the senior ranking list of the display board, and saw the top of the Qiao Lan.

More and more somberly, he averted his eyes.

The last class of the afternoon was the class meeting class, and all the students of class 13 were slightly excited, and as soon as the second class was over, all the students packed their schoolbags and waited to meet their new classmates.

Only Tan Mo sits quietly, as if he has nothing to do with anything.

Waiting for the bell to ring, the homeroom teacher only took the report card came in, stood on the podium and cleared his throat before he said, "Today we are in accordance with the ranking of the seats, everyone should understand the meaning of this sentence, but the teacher still has another few points to say clearly. I know that some students are not satisfied with this method of seating, especially in the class behind the students, in this regard, for seating, there is another point I want to explain."

"The students with the highest rank can sit with the students with the highest rank, however, if the students who have made very great progress in the exams, the teacher can also adjust the seat at his discretion, so that even if your grades are not good, but as long as you have made progress, you can still be at the same table with the students who have good grades, which means that our change of seat this time is not strictly according to the rank ranking of the rank. "

With that said, the students who were previously at the back of the class were suddenly energized, and the class buzzed with discussion.

"Okay, okay, everyone be quiet, now start seating", the homeroom teacher pointed to the position of the first row of the group against the door, "From this group, first row, Qiao Lan, Pei Ning."

As soon as the words left his mouth, the eyes of the entire class landed on Qiao Lan's body.

Shouldn't Qiao Lan sit with Chen Yaoyang?

Even Pei Ning, who would soon be sitting at the same table as Qiao Lan, froze, but he was an introvert and didn't say anything.

Qiao Lan was even more calm and sat down in the first row with her school bag just after the class teacher finished her speech.

Tan Mo, who had been looking down at the book, had long since stopped the pen in his hand, and the muscles of that ever-expressionless face twitched vaguely, and for the first time, his beautiful light brown eyes were confused.

Shouldn't she be sitting with Chen Yaoyang?

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

Chen Yaoyang, who should have been sitting at the same table as Qiao Lan, sat in the first row of the third group to Qiao Lan's left, with Song Yao, the flower of the class, sitting with him.

Song Yao's cheeks were slightly red and her big eyes were watery and pretty, but Chen Yaoyang was in such a bad mood that she didn't see it at all.

As soon as he turned his head, he could see Qiao Lan, her head down with a pen working on her physics exercise book, seemingly uninterested in where he was sitting, and the chaos around her had nothing to do with her.

Qiao Lan really doesn't like him?

Even after hearing with his own ears that Qiao Lan would not sit at the same table with him, Chen Yaoyang did not believe it.

After all, Qiao Lan's eyes were too obvious in the first place.

And if it wasn't for the sake of being closer to him, Qiao Lan would have worked so hard to get this rank.

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

After Qiao Lan's and Chen Yaoyang's seat fiasco, there was little point in changing seats later on, as everyone had a new table to sit at, and everyone was chattering away.

Only Tan Mo, the whole thing is silent and more somber.

He raised his head and looked towards a seat as usual, but it wasn't Qiao Lan sitting there anymore, but a tall and strong boy instead.

Qiao Lan sits in the position over the door, and Tan Mo sits diagonally from that position.

Qiao Lan has become the person furthest away from Tan Mo in this classroom.

There were so many classmates in between, and very tall and strong boys, blocking Tan Mo's view.

He can't see Qiao Lan's back anymore.

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

The last class ended in a trance, the students stood up higher, more blocked nothing can be seen, when finally can be seen, Tan Mo saw, Qiao Lan is still sitting in his seat reading a book.

Tan Mo, who was about to leave, paused.

Tan Mo can't figure out why he doesn't leave and what he's staying here for.

He didn't want to think about the reason here either, as he gazed sullenly at Qiao Lan who had become so far away from him.

The cell phone in his clothes vibrated, and Uncle Chen, who picked him up from school every day, called. Tan Mo looked at the cell phone and pressed off the call, and wrote back to Uncle Chen, asking him to wait.

School ended at 5:20, and it wasn't until 5:40 that Qiao Lan finally put down the pen in her hand and gently breathed a sigh of relief.

Unconsciously, he turned back to look in Tan Mo's direction again, and when he did, he remembered that Tan Mo should have long since left by now.

But one look reveals that Tan Mo is still there, and not only that, but that the pale and fragile teenager in the wheelchair is staring at her fixedly.

Those eyes never had much emotion, but from such a distance, Qiao Lan felt that the gaze of those eyes when they looked at her was excessively hot.

Qiao Lan wanted to leave, but hesitated for a moment and then stopped.

Ever since Tan Mo said she didn't want to sit at the same table with her, Qiao Lan's motivation was somewhat dampened and she didn't know how to continue to communicate with Tan Mo. She even wondered if it was really appropriate for her to take the initiative unilaterally like this.

Did what she herself thought was closeness feel only annoying, only intrusive, to Tan Mo.

But... Qiao Lan slightly lowered her eyelashes, and when she raised her head again, Tan Mo had already withdrawn her sight, rolling her wheelchair towards the outside of the classroom, her cold back as if the burning sight just now was simply fake.

Qiao Lan grabbed her school bag and chased after her.

"Tan Mo," Qiao Lan called out to Tan Mo.

The teenager with his hand pressed on the wheelchair stopped, the setting sun falling on his pale, thin cheeks, his voice indifferent and detached, "What."

"You..."

What were you looking at?

What were you trying to do again?

Qiao Lan didn't ask, and she was sure that Tan Mo didn't even know.

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

"Yes."

"Don't you like it when someone gets too close to you."

"Yes."

"Do you hate it when you get too close?"

"Will."

Qiao Lan was silent.

Tan Mo stared tightly at Qiao Lan, why did he ask these, why did he ask such irrelevant questions, why didn't he then continue to ask?

Qiao Lan did not ask.

Tan Mo stared intently into Qiao Lan's dark eyes and asked the question that had annoyed him all day, "Why didn't you sit with Chen Yaoyang?"

Qiao Lan froze, probably because she didn't understand why Chen Yaoyang was brought up, but she answered honestly anyway.

"Because I don't want to."

You don't want to?

Why don't you want to?

And who do you want to sit with?

Isn't that why you got first place?

Tan Mo didn't ask the question, but Qiao Lan understood Tan Mo's hesitant question.

"I don't want to, because I hate him," Qiao Lan said, and then, as if to poke fun at herself, "I wanted to sit at the same table with you, but the teacher said you didn't want to."

Tan Mo looked up at her suddenly.

But there was still no expression on the necrotic, muscular face, and Qiao Lan looked down at him and narrowed his smile.

"Tan Mo, I didn't know you would dislike it so much, I didn't mean to make it so hard for you, I'm sorry, never again, I won't bother you again."

She looked at Tan Mo and smiled softly, just as she had always smiled, but this time, the smile was never the same as the one she remembered from the past.