Chapter 21: Reason me

Tan Mo's hand on the wheelchair trembled gently, and for a moment she was at a loss as to what to do.

Why is Qiao Lan suddenly sitting in the closest place when she should be sitting in the furthest place from him?

Tan Mo then realized that not only had Qiao Lan changed her seat, but all the other students had changed their seats, and Qiao Lan had rotated here like everyone else.

She didn't change here on purpose, Tan Mo The mood was relieved, but then it was accompanied by another emotion, a subtle one.

If Tan Mo can perceive it, then this emotion is called disappointment.

But Tan Mo didn't quite get it, and with a care that no one else could see, he came to the position he'd known for more than two months, but which was suddenly new and unaccustomed to him, and didn't even make a sound as he slid his bag into the hole in the table.

Because Qiao Lan is asleep on the table.

She never seemed tired or sleepy at school, looking down at her book every recess.

Why are you suddenly on the table today?

Is it because it's hard to work part-time, or is it because you didn't come to school two days ago?

Tan Mo didn't know that he had never communicated properly with Qiao Lan.

But then I look up again and it's really close.

Close enough to see her high ponytail, bathed in the morning sunlight, to see every strand of her hair, his unusually sharp nose could even smell the faint odor of laundry detergent.

He shouldn't be staring straight at her like that, Tan Mo thought, because he knew no one liked being stared at like that, and there had been a lot of people calling him somehow mentally ill because of his behavior.

They say he has scary eyes.

But Qiao Lan was sleeping, wasn't she, and he was looking at her back, wasn't she, and he'd never seen it so close before, so it was okay to look at it as long as she didn't notice.

But in the next moment, Qiao Lan, who was obviously still sleeping on the table, woke up, and Tan Mo, who hadn't had time to retract his gaze, met Qiao Lan's eyes unawares.

Tan Mo's heart fluttered violently for a split second, and she hastily withdrew her eyes, only to hear a slight huskiness in the girl's voice.

Originally bright and nice voice, slight, really only a little, slightly hoarse, and perhaps because just woke up from a short dream, more than a few points of lazy accent, natural and loving.

"Coming," she whispered as she turned around and rested her arm on the back of the chair to look back at him, suddenly closer, a smile on her face that didn't look the slightest bit angry, "was it a surprise to see me sitting here."

Tan Mo's movement of pulling out from his book bag was a beat, pursed his lips, then took the book out and put it on the table without saying anything.

Qiao Lan I took the night off the day before yesterday with a stomach ache, then I was busy for two more days over the weekend, and when I came back last night it was raining a little bit outside, so I thought it was nothing, but then I came to school in the morning and realized that I had a bit of a cold.

I was groggy the entire morning study and slept through nothing afterward.

Luckily, it was a language study day and the homeroom teacher had something to do and didn't notice.

After a short squint, he woke up again and looked at the time, there were still two minutes left before the first class started, and as usual, he glanced back, only to meet Tan Mo's line of sight.

Qiao Lan was sure that Tan Mo had been looking at her and sizing her up moments before.

But Tan Mo remained expressionless but quickly retracted his gaze, and when he took the initiative to greet and even talk to him later, Tan Mo still kept his head down and didn't pay any attention to her.

Qiao Lan, an indescribable powerlessness welled up inside her, so why on earth?

Tan Mo ignored her, so Qiao Lan could only turn her head again, not realizing that she had just taken the initiative to talk to Tan Mo, causing many people in the class to look this way, even Chen Yaoyang and Li Fan had taken a second look.

Someone muttered in a low voice, "I realized that Qiao Lan really talks to Tan Mo a lot, but Tan Mo never pays any attention to her."

"Tan Mo What's the point of rationalizing, maybe he can't even understand what we're saying."

"So what the hell is wrong with Qiao Lan, he's got nothing better to do..."

Qiao Lan did not hear, frowned and turned back, Pei Ning sitting at the same table carefully looked at Tan Mo a glance, and then looked at Qiao Lan a glance, the heart can not figure it out, but out of curiosity, with what I thought to be a small voice to go over and ask Qiao Lan, "You and that... Tan Mo, what are you talking about."

Tan Mo's hand, flipping through the book, suddenly stopped the moment Pei Ning suddenly came close to Qiao Lan, and through his forehead hair, he saw that Qiao Lan's deskmate's face was less than thirty centimeters away from Qiao Lan, and his light brown eyes suddenly surged with a fierce color.

Then he saw Qiao Lan pull her math book out of her bag and open it.

"Nothing," Qiao Lan said, adding after about three seconds, "Secret."

Pei Ning: "......"

The stern color in Tan Mo's eyes disappeared, and the fingertips against the book slowly slid over the paper, gently turning the next page.

Qiao Lan has a real cold, and Tan Mo, who was previously only unusually sensitive to sound, finds that she can't help but nod off in the back of the class, even Pei Ning at her desk, and the two desks sitting in front of her.

"You have a cold?" Pei Ning asked.

Qiao Lan gave a muffled "hmm".

Tan Mo, sitting in the back, looks up in silence.

Little by little, that indescribable taste from before came back.

When Qiao Lan was still sitting in the fourth group, he saw Qiao Lan and Pei Ning talking a lot, but he couldn't hear what they were saying, which made Tan Mo extremely anxious.

Now that he can finally hear, Tan Mo's agitation has gotten worse, not worse.

Qiao Lan and Pei Ning don't communicate too much, but they don't communicate too little either. They're both really nice people, and after sitting at the same table for almost a week, they're still on good terms, and Tan Mo feels like she can always hear them talking to each other.

Now that he heard Pei Ning take the initiative to care about Qiao Lan, Tan Mo's gaze at Pei Ning became a bit gloomy, and he coldly watched the elbows of Qiao Lan and Pei Ning touching from time to time, feeling more and more uneasy.

He had known Qiao Lan for a long time, but he had never spoken to her so fluently and naturally, not to mention some physical contact.

Pei Ning didn't even realize what was going on. Although he was an introvert, he gradually talked more and more to the people he became familiar with.

"Got any medicine? Want to take a vacation and go home and rest?"

"No, it's not that serious", Qiao Lan took a sip of water, looked at the class schedule, the next class is physics, and was a bit despondent, thought about it and instructed Pei Ning, "In a while in class, if you see me nodding off you can hit me."

"Okay," Pei Ning agreed.

Tan Mo's fingers, pressed against the corner of the book, uncontrollably became stiff again.

He hoped that Qiao Lan wouldn't get sleepy in class again, so Pei Ning wouldn't have to wake Qiao Lan up and wouldn't run into her.

But Qiao Lan had a cold and was drowsy during the physics class, so Pei Ning couldn't really beat her up and called Qiao Lan three times during the class.

Tan Mo, sitting at the back, watched as Pei Ning's hand touched Qiao Lan's arm three times.

Because of AS, Tan Mo would have difficulty in controlling his emotions, he would get angry from time to time, he would be unbearably irritable, when he was small, he used to hurt his little classmates who went to kindergarten together, and he would care for many days because of some small things that normal people can't even notice. That's why in the past, his mother always told him over and over again not to care about this, not to care about this.

Tan Mo lived like a machine until the age of fifteen, and now has long been accustomed to repression, but suppressed not to lose his temper, but still can not suppress the mood to become very bad.

Qiao Lan finally got through this class, and after class was over, she couldn't stand it and went over to the bathroom to wash her face.

November in the north is no longer considered cool, by the cool water stirred finally awake, and when wandering into the classroom to walk to his seat, he saw Tan Mo lowered his head as usual reading a book.

Tan Mo didn't talk to her at school, so Qiao Lan didn't reach out to him.

But now that they were sitting at the table in front of each other, Qiao Lan looked at the book in front of Tan Mo, looked left and right, but didn't understand it, so she got closer and asked him, "What kind of book is this?"

Classical Electrodynamics

Tan Mo replied silently.

But he can't talk to Qiao Lan, not to mention that he wants to tell Qiao Lan now.

I don't want to talk to Qiao Lan.

So he drew the book back in silence, not really wanting Qiao Lan to read it.

Qiao Lan froze, although it is said that usually do not talk, but Tan Mo will not have such a resistance initiative, Qiao Lan a little dumbfounded did not give up and asked, "What is it?"

Tan Mo looked up, his pale face devoid of expression, and

"Turn around."

Qiao Lan: ......

Qiao Lan:?

Pei Ning, who was curiously observing the commotion next to her, pulled Qiao Lan's clothes and whispered, "Don't bother them," and then carefully looked at Tan Mo and added, "Don't you see that they don't want to pay attention to you..."

Before the words left his mouth, Pei Ning met Tan Mo's almost cold gaze, and the sun shivered for a moment as it shone down on him.

By the second look, Tan Mo had lowered her head again, and the moment seemed fake.

Pei Ning stayed dumbfounded for a while, then still somewhat unresponsive, turned her head, slumped over the table and began to doubt her life.

When the skepticism was over, it was only afterward that I remembered that I had just looked back, Tan Mo It seems that the book I was looking at was not the so-called picture book that everyone was talking about.

It was a thick book in plain English, and it seemed to have many diagrams for physics drawn on it.

Pei Ning, who was already stupid, became even more stupid.

Curiosity surged in his heart and he wanted to turn around to see what Tan Mo was looking at, but when he remembered the look in Tan Mo's eyes just now, he shrank back in fear.

He must have misread it.

Tan Mo how can you read a book right.

Not to mention a book like this.

I don't know what Pei Ning is thinking, but Qiao Lan is having trouble figuring out what she did to offend Tan Mo.

But I can't think of anything left or right.

Qiao Lan was afraid of accidentally destroying the fragile connection she had built up, so she took the initiative to talk to Tan Mo in the afternoon, but Tan Mo never responded.

After school, Qiao Lan watched Tan Mo leave with a blank expression, and stayed in frustration for a while.

Packing up her school bag, Qiao Lan thought to herself that Tan Mo might not be coming to the restaurant tonight or ever again.

*

Tan Mo sits in the car, silent as ever.

Uncle Chen was used to it, folding the wheelchair and getting into the car, "Or going to a western restaurant?"

Tan Mo looked out of the window and didn't answer, Uncle Chen nodded his head to show that he understood, the car drove in a familiar direction, and when he arrived at the door of the western restaurant, Uncle Chen got out of the car and put the wheelchair back on, but Tan Mo was hidden in the darkness and didn't move.

Uncle Chen frowned, smartly sensing what might have happened.

"Not going in?"

Tan Mo lowered his eyelashes and said after a long time, "I don't want to."

Uncle Chen looked at him closely and asked again, "Did something happen?"

Poor Tan Mo can't even lie because of her AS and will just be silent when she gets a question she doesn't want to answer.

A fight? Friendships over?

It couldn't be a fight, Uncle Chen couldn't imagine Tan Mo having a fight with someone, and it couldn't be the end of a relationship, if it was over Tan Mo wouldn't be here at all.

Tan Mo wouldn't go in, so Uncle Chen could only say, "Then let's go back?"

Tan Mo pursed his lips and said after a long time, "No," he looked up at the brightly lit western restaurant, "I haven't ordered yet."

You don't go in but you have to give them money?

What's it gonna be?

Uncle Chen ran out of steam and wanted to chisel open his young master's head to see what he was thinking, what he was twisting and caring about, and finally sighed helplessly.

If you don't go in, you still have to give money to Qiao Lan. You can't expect Tan Mo to think of a solution to this kind of problem of balancing the two, Uncle Chen thought about it and helplessly said, "You wait in the car, I'll go and buy something, and then we'll bring it back without telling her that you're here too, is that okay?"

Tan Mo said quickly, "Good."

Uncle Chen: ......

"Okay, okay, you sit down I'm going", said and was about to leave when Tan Mo caught him again and turned around, "What's wrong?"

"She's got a cold."

Uncle Chen : ...... So?

Tan Mo points to a pharmacy not far away, "Get some medicine."

Uncle Chen: ......

It was already half past seven, ten minutes later than Tan Mo's usual arrival time, and Qiao Lan thought to herself that Tan Mo might not really come today.

Meng Xue was furious when he remembered Tan Mo's attitude that day. Today, he looked left and right and didn't see Tan Mo, so he let out a tsk and wandered over to Qiao Lan, "Why, your disabled boyfriend didn't come to deliver the money today."

"He's my classmate," Qiao Lan, who was already in a bad mood, suddenly got angry, "Keep your mouth shut."

Meng Xue raised his eyebrows, "What, can't say ah, originally is a disability, since you can't see people with disabilities that still pretend to be so like what, cheating money ah, tsk, young heart but not small, alas I really admire you, I say, your little boyfriend not only disability but also a little bit of neuropathy, right ... ... ... ..."

"Didn't your parents teach you how to behave and talk when you were growing up?"

"You!"

Meng Xue was so angry that he was about to make a scene, but Uncle Chen came in from the outside. Qiao Lan's eyes lit up when she saw Uncle Chen, and she didn't have time to argue with Meng Xue anymore.

"Hello", Qiao Lan invited Uncle Chen to walk inside, glancing outside without thinking, and took out the menu to ask Uncle Chen to order.

Uncle Chen saw Qiao Lan's outward glance in his eyes, and with a faint smile on his face, he took the menu and quickly finished ordering and asked Qiao Lan to pack up and take it all back.

Qiao Lan took another look outside, at the row of cars, and couldn't recognize which one was driven by Uncle Chen.

She wanted to ask Uncle Chen Tan Mo about it, but the foreman was two meters away, and the restaurant didn't allow waiters and customers to have non-work related exchanges during working hours.

Qiao Lan can only order food and can't ask many questions.

After that, it was very busy, even the packed dishes were delivered to Uncle Chen by the foreman, and by the time Qiao Lan finished, Uncle Chen had already left.

The leader smiled at her and said nothing, but called out to Qiao Lan at the end of her shift, pulling a bag out of the cashier's area and giving it to her.

"Just from the old man who often sends Young Master Tan to you."

Qiao Lan was stunned, and as a result, the bag was opened and filled with medicine.

Various cold remedies.

Qiao Lan, who has been sick for a whole day and has been busy until now, suddenly felt her eyes a little sore.

After taking the medicine and thanking the foreman, I returned home and went to bed early after taking the medicine, perhaps because of the effect of the medicine, Qiao Lan fell asleep quickly.

A dreamless night.

The young man, sick accidentally, take a pill and sleep well, the next day the throat does not hurt all over the body and have energy, the next day is full of vigor Qiao Lan.

After coming to class in the morning and memorizing as usual, Pei Ning looked at her, "Sick?"

"Okay," Qiao Lan said, her voice brisk.

"In a good mood."

"Not bad," Qiao Lan smiled, taking her textbook and going out to memorize it.

When Tan Mo arrived after morning study, Qiao Lan turned to Tan Mo and said, "I'm over my cold."

Tan Mo listened to her no longer hoarse voice and silently returned to her seat, still not wanting to pay attention to her.

Qiao Lan didn't mind and said thank you to Tan Mo again.

Pei Ning had an expression of not knowing what to say.

He really couldn't understand why Qiao Lan could be so good-natured and take the initiative to talk to Tan Mo over and over again when Tan Mo never paid any attention to her.

Aren't you embarrassed when people ignore you!

Why are you talking to Tan Mo when you've recovered from your cold? And what's the meaning of this thank you?

I couldn't figure it out, I really couldn't figure it out, so I went back and asked Qiao Lan again, and Qiao Lan still had the same two words.

"Secret."

Pei Ning: ......

Forget it, don't ask.

Since Qiao Lan took first place in her grade, all the students in her class who used to go with the flow have become friendly to Qiao Lan, and some of the students who were not so nice to her before have been nice to her lately.

Qin Yang, the one who always bullied Qiao Lan before, hasn't been bothering Qiao Lan lately.

As Qiao Lan said before, if you want to be liked, you have to have the capital to be liked.

One morning when I was memorizing, I met a few girls in the class, recently the learning atmosphere of the thirteenth class was surprisingly good, and more students got up early every day to study at school.

Qiao Lan had been memorizing for a while when a girl who was not far from her backpack approached her. Qiao Lan couldn't remember her name, but she knew she was in her class, and the girl smiled and asked if she could borrow her history notes to have a look.

Since she had just finished memorizing history, Qiao Lan lent her notes to the girls.

The girl took the notes back, and together with a few girls chattering together to look over, after reading it can not help but sigh Qiao Lan really serious, but did not see anything too colorful.

After a moment, she returned the notes, and Qiao Lan nodded as she took back her notebook and went back to class.

Ever since this girl talked to Qiao Lan, she slowly started to greet her after encountering her frequently, and Qiao Lan got to know this girl's name is Tang Qin.

But that's about it.

One day at the end of second period, Tang Qin called her to go downstairs to do exercises with her.

Qiao Lan glanced at Tang Qin and frowned, "Here it comes."

Qiao Lan is not a silly white sweet, since childhood, Qiao Lan is not easy to trust people, and it is so obvious to get close to them.

But then again, because she really couldn't figure out why girls were getting close to her.

It wasn't until gym class that Qiao Lan met Hao Ying again, who, in her usual self-congratulatory style, said hello to Qiao Lan.

Looking at Hao Ying's big white teeth and the smile on her face, Qiao Lan returned Hao Ying's "Hello" and turned her head to see Tang Qin and a few other girls crowding over.

"Qiao Lan", a few girls looked friendly, as if they had just seen Hao Ying, "Eh, you're Hao Ying from class 5, right!"

Hao Ying, with his bright personality, smiled and said yes, and a few people chattered away.

Qiao Lan finally realized what Tang Qin was looking for in her recently.

But it's simply inexplicable.

She and Hao Ying, and do not know the difference, Hao Ying also meet casually greeted just.

Tang Qin had diverted Hao Ying away from the classroom, which allowed Qiao Lan to slip away unnoticed, and then, naturally, to talk to Tan Mo when she returned to the classroom.

Qiao Lan finally saw what Tan Mo was reading, Classical Electrodynamics, a physics book written by an American physicist.

For Qiao Lan, who has stumbled over acceleration, the symbols and drawings on this page are simply a book of the gods.

Qiao Lan knows that Tan Mo is very smart, because in the original story, the author has mentioned more than once that Tan Mo has an amazing memory and an IQ far beyond normal people, even the male lead, Chen Yaoyang, is a little bit worse than Tan Mo.

The book says Tan Mo is a genius.

Qiao Lan had previously read Tan Mo for calculus, Wuthering Heights, and a good-sized book of history lectures, but now when she saw this book, which she couldn't understand at all, she finally felt the gap in her intelligence.

Qiao Lan was suddenly curious.

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

Tan Mo ignored her.

But after receiving the packet of medicine that day, and after Uncle Chen came to pack it a few days later, Qiao Lan realized that Tan Mo might be angry, but she definitely didn't hate her.

Tan Mo ignored her, and Qiao Lan didn't care either, "Tan Mo, the physics we're learning now, isn't it particularly easy for you."

Sure.

Tan Mo looks up and gives Qiao Lan an expressionless look.

He had already taught himself all this when he was twelve years old, and the last time he looked at the question that Qiao Lan had left blank, Tan Mo was able to come up with the answer without doing any math at all.

Tan Mo had not said anything, but Qiao Lan felt that she was being despised.

Seems pretty simple, all right, Qiao Lan sighed and rested her arms on the chair, her chin resting on her arms, "You're actually pretty smart and know a lot more than we do, you'll definitely be able to do all the questions on the test, Tan Mo, so why don't you take the test."

The high school program was too easy for Tan Mo, and if he had taken the exams, he probably would have done amazingly well.

Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan and pursed her lips.

It's just the first day of P.E., Qiao Lan's back the soonest, and there's no one else in the class yet, so Tan Mo finally speaks up.

"Does it have to be a test if you can make it."

Qiao Lan didn't understand Tan Mo's logic for a while, and only after a long time did he realize what Tan Mo meant.

Tan Mo is not interested in taking the test, everyone wants to get a high score because a high score will get her into a better class in her sophomore year of high school, will make everyone like her and admire him, and will allow her to get into a better college later on.

But exams don't bring any attraction to Tan Mo. Normal people want all this, he doesn't care.

But Qiao Lan still wants everyone to know that Tan Mo is not stupid, not only not stupid, but many times smarter than them.

To continue, but someone comes in the class and Tan Mo stops talking again, his voice as cold as ever, "Turn around."

Qiao Lan :......

Ignoring her again.

Tang Qin and a few other students came in from outside, and as soon as they came in, they saw Qiao Lan lying on the back of the chair again, talking to Tan Mo, who had her head down as if she hadn't seen Qiao Lan at all.

We've all gotten used to watching it lately, but it's one thing to get used to it and another to understand it.

No one understands why Qiao Lan keeps talking to a fool, more than a fool, a little crazy.

Qin Yang saw it and said to the person next to her, "Qiao Lan, I really don't understand her, is she not afraid?"

The crowd shook their heads.

Tang Qin had just spoken to Hao Ying as she wished, she was in a good mood and felt that she had recently gotten close to Qiao Lan, so she directly walked over, "Qiao Lan, why are you talking to him again?"

Tan Mo's fingers twitched.

Qiao Lan's smile tightened.

Unfortunately, Tang Qin did not realize, or want to show off in front of the other students, continued, "you talk to him every day, he does not understand," said reached out and pulled Qiao Lan a glance, "you do not get so close to him, be careful of his wind suddenly hit you. "

Qiao Lan shook Tang Qin's hand away, her eyes were cold and scary as she looked at Tang Qin, "He hit you?"

Tang Qin and the crowd of students watching were all stunned, and Tang Qin's face stiffened.

Of course it's not.

But Tan Mo is a crazy person. He might just snap out of it.

"What do you mean," Tang Qin yelled, "I'm doing this for your own good..."

"I don't need you to be so nice to me," Qiao Lan cut Tang Qin off, "I can't afford it."

Tang Qin can't figure out why she's suddenly like this when she was doing fine.

Qiao Lan didn't give her any face, and with so many people in the class watching, Tang Qin couldn't hang on to her face, "Who cares about being nice to you, it's not because you have no one to care about you and pity you..."

With that, he turned and walked away.

The few girls who were with Tang Qin also glared hard at Qiao Lan.

The surroundings have resumed the once-heavily discussed, Chen Yaoyang Li Fan Several people watched from afar, and did not know what to think in their hearts.

Qiao Lan didn't care what attitude the others had, she turned her head again and saw that the book by Tan Mo's hand, which had just been clearly intact, was torn with a huge page.

Qiao Lan let out a long breath.

"Tan Mo," Qiao Lan called out to him in a small voice, sighing miserably as she watched his pale face bleed even whiter.

"If you keep ignoring me, no one really will."