Chapter 25: Genius

Tan Mo came to the exam! That fool plus disability actually came to the exam!

The former was the shock of the students of class 13, the latter was the surprise of the other students who were watching.

And when Qiao Lan saw Tan Mo in the morning light, her heart finally dropped.

She gave the notes to Tan Mo at that time, but the next day Tan Mo returned them, he never told Qiao Lan that he would take the exam, everything was Qiao Lan's own guess.

Now Tan Mo is finally here.

Among the thousands of students, only Qiao Lan understands how rare it is for Tan Mo to take such a small step out of her own small, self-contained space.

The Tan Mo exam room is on the first floor, which is specially arranged by the class teacher.

A few days ago Tan Mo found the class teacher, told him to participate in the monthly examination test, the class teacher froze for a good half day this rush reported to the director, and because Tan Mo legs can not go upstairs, so the examination room is arranged on the first floor to facilitate Tan Mo walking around.

Qiao Lan still wanted to send Tan Mo to the exam room, but when she reached the stairway, Tan Mo stopped, looked at the unknown students who heard the commotion and came out to watch the scene, and said to Qiao Lan, still without a trace of expression on her face, "You go up."

Won't you let her deliver it?

Qiao Lan glanced down at Tan Mo, the teenager's unmoving eyes were nonetheless insistent.

"Alright", Qiao Lan looked at the time, still fifteen minutes before the exam starts, "then I'll go up first."

Tan Mo sat at the top of the stairs until she saw Qiao Lan's silhouette disappear, then she rolled her wheelchair back up and found her exam room and seat.

The students sitting around inevitably looked at Tan Mo, especially since there were two other students from class 13 in one classroom, all of them bursting with curiosity. Most of the students who came to take the test had brought books with them so that they could have a look or two before the test, but Tan Mo's desk was empty except for two pens.

Tan Mo Why did you come all of a sudden? Isn't it a waste of paper money for him to take the exam?

On the other hand, Qiao Lan, who is in the same building as Tan Mo, is on the third floor. When she separated from Tan Mo and went to the third floor, she coincidentally met Hao Ying.

Hao Ying came up to say hello to Qiao Lan again, and was surprised to find that Qiao Lan was also on the third floor. After walking to her own exam room, Qiao Lan said goodbye and walked into the classroom next door.

Hao Ying: ......

White surprise, not even in the same exam room.

Lol, but even if they're still in the same exam room, there's no way they're going to sit right in front of them again.

We can only pray that the person sitting in front or behind us is still the big guy this time.

Qiao Lan returned to the classroom and took out a pen and paper.

The first year of high school has the most courses and the most subjects to be examined, a total of eight subjects, to be examined in two days all the exams, how rushed the examination time can be imagined.

The morning remains physics and math.

One is Qiao Lan is a little worried, one is Qiao Lan is very sure.

But this time the paper will be much harder than the last midterm, Qiao Lan is also a little apprehensive, this apprehension continues until the paper is found, Qiao Lan picks up the pen and begins to do the questions.

......

The more you do it, the more apprehensive you get.

And then slightly more devastated.

Can the difference from one school to another really be that great?

This physics paper is, really, a little too hard.

Qiao Lan used to go to high school in S province, although not XX1, but also did XX1 papers, at that time, I think it is not so strenuous ah.

In the last physics exam, Qiao Lan scored more than 140, which was quite easy, but this time, after the papers were finally put away, Qiao Lan really had no confidence at all.

Before the invigilator left, the class was already talking.

"My god this is too hard."

"I was thinking that if I can't do this one, then I'll do the next one, but I ended up looking all the way through, and there weren't many at all that Nima could do."

"It's over I don't think I'll pass at all this time... This question is too sick..."

All the talk around her didn't give Qiao Lan much comfort, after all, there were only three people she knew in the classroom, all of them from her class, and those three people didn't even rank in the top ten.

If Chen Yaoyang or Pei Ning had said that it was really too hard, Qiao Lan would have felt a little better.

Difficult as it may be, it's still a good idea to smile at the next door.

Qiao Lan is not so worried about math. When she was in high school, Qiao Lan was very good at math, and after studying literature, she was even able to pull ahead of her classmates, so she also studied math in college.

Once she started working on her math paper, Qiao Lan had an idea of what she wanted to do.

The questions this time, even for XX1, were definitely super difficult papers, and XX1 probably wanted to test their students as well, and this time the paper was a lot more difficult than usual.

In the previous midterm exam, Qiao Lan had almost 20 minutes to finish the questions, but this time she ran out of time, and she still had the last question of two questions left to do.

The full score of one hundred and fifty is gone, after all, seven points have been lost, and the last question of the multiple-choice questions, Qiao Lan does not have much confidence.

But math is not too worried, the best three people in the class math, she, Pei Ning, and Chen Yaoyang, more than a month to understand, Qiao Lan also almost see, these two math is not as good as her, after all, she has three years of foundation than them.

Qiao Lan didn't make it out of the question, these two should, also, not make it out of the question.

The second monthly exam, compared to the last midterm, the students' reaction could be too obvious, two exams were taken in one morning, as soon as the papers were collected, everyone started to wail.

Qiao Lan walked out of the classroom and met several students from the same class who came up to her and matched the answers, and after matching a few of them, she broke down and couldn't match any more, and turned around and ran away.

Qiao Lan went downstairs and found the classroom where Tan Mo took the test, Tan Mo quietly sat in the same place.

He's used to leaving after everyone's gone.

When Qiao Lan suddenly came in, the students who hadn't left looked at him curiously. Qiao Lan didn't care at all and walked over to Tan Mo, sitting in front of him and waiting with him.

"How was it," Qiao Lan whispered, lowering her voice.

The scope of this how is too broad, Tan Mo did not understand for a while, is the physical condition of how, or how the examination?

Qiao Lan saw Tan Mo froze, and only then reacted and reacted, you can not talk to Tan Mo and ask so vaguely, you have to ask very clearly, you may have been confused by the exam today, a little IQ is not online.

"The rolls, do you find them difficult."

Tan Mo shook his head honestly.

"It's not hard," he finished, and probably feeling that he hadn't said it to a sufficient degree, added, "It's easy."

Qiao Lan who was almost driven mad by physics: ......

Okay, she finally realized that the gap between the smart people in the general population, and the geniuses, was simply bigger than she thought.

Perhaps the meltdown on Qiao Lan's face is so obvious that even Tan Mo vaguely notices it, but for the moment I can't think of a reason why that would be the case, except that it's obvious that she's not in that good of a mood.

Tan Mo thought for a long moment before hesitating, "You're not happy?"

Tan Mo could sense her emotions?

Qiao Lan was dumbfounded, and her thoughts stopped for a moment before she hurriedly said, "It's not like I'm unhappy, it's just that I feel, I didn't do very well on the exam, and the paper was so hard."

Tan Mo finally realized why Qiao Lan had that look on her face when she said simple.

He thought about it, he really can't comfort people, he can only use the usual logic to analyze the reasoning to Qiao Lan, "You are the first in your age, if you also find it difficult, others will find it even more difficult."

So there's no need to be upset.

That's what Tan Mo and Qiao Lan say the most.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo who explained to her seriously, the unhappiness brought by the exam loss subsided little by little, "Actually I am not very worried about other people, I am just a little worried about Chen Yaoyang, he is very good at Physics and Chemistry, I don't want to lose to him."

Tan Mo's eyes looked like they were frozen in ice for a moment.

Tan Mo was reminded of what some of his classmates had said earlier.

Because you want to sit with Chen Yaoyang, or because you care too much about Chen Yaoyang?

Qiao Lan watched him look at her steadily.

"What's wrong?"

"Why don't you just want to lose to Chen Yaoyang."

"Chen Yaoyang looked down on me because of her poor grades, and tacitly agreed to be mocked by a group of people, even Qin Yang, who had bullied her in the past, was not as annoying as Chen Yaoyang.

Tan Mo was not satisfied with this answer.

Qiao Lan is trying to say that she hates Chen Yaoyang because he looked down on her in the first place, so she doesn't want to lose to him, but Tan Mo takes it to another level.

Because failing the exam will make Chen Yaoyang look down on you, so you have to pass Chen Yaoyang to make him look up to you.

Qiao Lan even if the heart, also could not imagine Tan Mo will understand to this level of meaning, stood up and laughed and said, "no one in the class, we should also go", said and then looked at Tan Mo a glance, "exams write so many words, hand tired, or I push you to go. "

Tan Mo's hands tightened, and after a moment he said a low yes.

In the afternoon, Qiao Lan was relatively easy, but only relatively easy.

Politics and history, Qiao Lan These two subjects are considered to be strong, but because it is the original one hundred points of the paper into one hundred and fifty points, the value of each question is big and frightening, and the questions are very obscure, especially history, Qiao Lan really want to give the paper of the teacher to send two words.

The Heavenly Show.

A multiple choice question with four options, after looking at option A I think it's A, only to look at B and think it's B again.

There simply aren't any of those questions where you can tell the right answer at a glance; each of the four options is right on its own, and some of them even still feel right when applied to the question.

There were one or two questions where Qiao Lan felt as if she was looking for differences rather than taking a history test.

A day passes and four exams take the skin off the student's door bucket.

Qiao Lan was glad that she had taken the night off from work and didn't have to go to a restaurant, so she stayed motivated to take the test tomorrow. She went back to the classroom to get a book and when she came out, she met Pei Ning, who took her by the hand and asked her how she had done on the test.

Before Qiao Lan could say anything, Pei Ning already cried first, "Damn this physics I'm going to cry, tomorrow English I think I'm going to die."

Pei Ning cried, Qiao Lan was happy.

Even Pei Ning cried that the physics was too difficult, Qiao Lan thought she wouldn't be too bad this time.

Pei Ning growled twice and suddenly choked, blinking and pointing to the door, "That, that who, isn't waiting for you."

Qiao Lan looked back, Tan Mo's wheelchair was outside the door, and Tan Mo was looking out of the building with his back to her.

Qiao Lan hurriedly took the book and walked out.

"Tan Mo, I won't go to the western restaurant today", Qiao Lan said, so that Tan Mo wouldn't have to make another trip.

After saying that Qiao Lan paused, in fact, she wanted to say you don't come here in the future either, or don't come here every day.

Although Tan Mo's family doesn't lack money, it's not a good idea to pour money out every day, and Qiao Lan feels that she can't take it for granted just because Tan Mo has money.

Moreover, although the Western restaurant says it has a lot of food, Tan Mo has been eating it for almost two months now.

In two months, the menu, no matter how extensive, has gone back and forth so many times.

It's time to get tired of eating it too.

But somehow, Qiao Lan felt that Tan Mo was not in a very good mood at the moment, and guessed that it was because she did not do well in the afternoon or because of something else, so she thought that she should not talk to Tan Mo again some time later.

After seeing Uncle Chen take Tan Mo away, Qiao Lan breathed a long sigh of relief.

No need to go to a Western restaurant. Qiao Lan came home early today, and after walking for a while, she heard someone calling her from behind.

When I turn my head, I see Qiao Lu.

As soon as she saw Qiao Lu, Qiao Lan felt that there was nothing good to say and turned around, not wanting to talk to her, and continued walking.

Qiao Lu angrily chased after him, "I called you, didn't you hear me, didn't your mom teach you manners?"

Qiao Lan blankly glanced at Qiao Lu, "I have to answer you if you call me, who are you that I have to listen to you so much."

Qiao Lu is a "good girl" who doesn't know how to argue, and after being rebuffed by Qiao Lan, she snorted coldly, "You're so proud of yourself, when the results come out, I'll see how you can be proud of yourself.

Qiao Lan is surprised, "What, you're going to take the challenge of getting first in your grade?"

"You!"

How dare you have the nerve to mention first in your grade.

Copying a first in grade, really thinking you're first in grade.

This time, the examination paper is bought back from XX First Middle School, and it is also a new paper, so there will definitely be no more answers for Qiao Lan to copy.

She's waiting to see how Qiao Lan will go from the top of the grade back to the bottom this time.

Thinking this way, he suddenly stopped being angry again, and with a look like you're waiting to have a good time, he flung his ponytail and tugged it away.

Back home, Qiao Lan briefly reviewed and went to bed at ten o'clock. Anyway, the hardest part of the exam was over, and the hardest part of tomorrow's exam wouldn't be any harder than today's.

On the second day, no Qiao Lan is weak, especially in geography, language and English, Qiao Lan is the best.

The last course in the afternoon was the language, which required two and a half hours of test time, so it was 6:00 p.m. when the test was finally finished.

Qiao Lan couldn't care less about checking her answers with her classmates, so she picked up her backpack and ran out of the restaurant.

Running to the school gate, a car honked beside her, Qiao Lan subconsciously turned around, and Uncle Chen slowly lowered the window, smilingly said, "Going to the restaurant? Let's go together."

Qiao Lan saw Tan Mo in the backseat through the car window, hidden in the darkness, and looked at the time, pulled open the door and got into the car.

"Thanks."

"Thanks for nothing," Uncle Chen said with a smirk, glancing at Tan Mo, "for stopping by."

Recently, Uncle Chen is in a good mood.

Tan Mo and he took the initiative to say that he wanted to learn the high school curriculum to go to the examination, Uncle Chen excited almost tears, later happened to check Qiao Lan, found that the girl's family background is not good, but the results are surprisingly good.

Uncle Chen thought he might have guessed something, but didn't dare to ask Tan Mo.

But it didn't affect Uncle Chen's favoritism towards Qiao Lan which had risen to another level.

This was the second time Qiao Lan rode in Uncle Chen's car, but last time there was no Tan Mo on board.

Qiao Lan turned around and glanced at Tan Mo, who had just finished the exam after all, and casually asked him how he felt about the exam today.

In an instant, Tan Mo's lips pursed tighter.

Qiao Lan:?

What, did you fail the test?

It's not a good test.

The last course, language.

Tan Mo went to the United States when he was seven years old and stayed there until he was fourteen, and although his mother and Uncle Chen spoke Chinese with him all the time, it was still not as good as the average kid who grew up in China.

But the good thing is that Tan Mo reads so much, so many foreign and domestic books, that it's not too bad, and his logic and attentiveness are not comparable to that of the average person.

What put Tan Mo in a bad mood was today's essay.

The essay is a look-at-me question.

If it was a common reaction to the social phenomenon of looking at the picture, it would be just fine, but it is a human nature interpretation of the course.

For someone with Asperger's, it's impossible to see.

He can only see the objective, the material things, the hidden emotions and the life behind them are beyond Tan Mo's understanding.

After the exam, he heard many people talking about the intention of the essay, and knew that he might have misunderstood, and now that Qiao Lan asked about it, Tan Mo asked her what she had written in the final essay.

Qiao Lan thought for a moment and said, "Compassion, I guess."

Tan Mo The more silent he became, the same as the other students said, and nothing like what he wrote.

Tan Mo hasn't taken the test, but knows that half the points will be deducted for essays that are off-topic.

But there was nothing he could do about it; he simply couldn't see it, and even if he could, he didn't understand what it meant to be sympathetic.

When he was little, the little girl next door fell off the swing set and cried, and he just stood by and didn't move.

The adults who arrived coaxed the little girl while pointing at him that he had no sympathy whatsoever.

That was the first time he knew the word sympathy, but he didn't understand it and didn't have the emotion, that little girl was crying all the time, but he didn't feel anything in his heart.

Tan Mo, who was already in a low mood, completely stopped speaking after Qiao Lan said those two words.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo with a confused face, suddenly low-pressure and ignoring people, and could only look at Uncle Chen for help, who sighed after a long time and shook his head.

There's no way around it, Tan Mo's emotions are out of control, and it's already a big improvement that she doesn't get angry or cranky at random.

Until she went to work to order food for Tan Mo, Qiao Lan couldn't figure out what was wrong with Tan Mo, but she could probably guess that it had something to do with her.

Uncle Chen saw the awkwardness between the two children and made an excuse to leave for a short while after eating. Qiao Lan looked back, but there were fewer people and the foreman wasn't there, so he squatted down and quietly talked to Tan Mo.

"Does it feel like you didn't do so well on the test, no it won't, you're so smart."

Tan Mo lowered his eyelashes.

It's definitely not going to be good. 30 points are gone.

Qiao Lan could only continue when she saw that he wasn't moved, "And it's okay even if you don't do well on the exam, the first exam..."

If you don't do well on the test, you can't sit at the same table with you. How can that be okay.

Qiao Lan, really out of ideas, sighed and looked up at the teenager's pale face.

Looking at people from the bottom up, an angle that doesn't usually look too good on them, Tan Mo is still overly good looking.

Tan Mo's features, excellent.

It's that each of his features are just right and good, although it's inaccurate to describe a boy as delicate, Tan Mo's features are just exquisite, it's just a pity that he's usually too gloomy, and his overly long hair doesn't know how to cut it short, it's getting longer and longer and it's completely covering his eyes, so that people will just think he's sickly think he's scary.

The soft orange light, reflected on Tan Mo's pale face, softened his features as well, his long, thick lashes, leaving a small shadow under his eyelids, and those eyes, which were already slightly lighter in color, looked amber and more beautiful in the light.

Qiao Lan exclaims from the bottom of her heart, "Tan Mo, you have beautiful eyes."

Pretty eyes, eyes that shivered slightly.

"It's just that it's covered by the hair, and it's the only angle you can see it so clearly," Qiao Lan said, getting back up and looking down on the eyes, which were again covered, such good-looking eyes, "It's really too bad that they're covered."

Tan Mo lifted his head and tilted it to look at her, his lips moving.

He wanted to say that in fact, from the very beginning when he saw Qiao Lan's dark and bright eyes, he thought they were very pretty.

But in the end, he didn't say it.

It was only after Qiao Lan had left that Tan Mo realized that the irritation brought to him by the language run-on questions had lessened a lot.

He looked at Qiao Lan's back until Uncle Chen came back, Uncle Chen carefully measured Tan Mo's expression, and suddenly heard Tan Mo say, "Tomorrow," there was a pause before he continued, "I want to get a haircut. I want to get a haircut."

Tan Mo made a big decision.

Because cutting his hair is really painful for him, and the feeling of being touched in his hair and having his scalp tighten would make him fidget.

Uncle Chen froze, then beamed with joy, "Okay, okay."

This weekend was both simmering and exciting for the seniors at Annex.

The last time the exam was Monday-Tuesday, everyone had two days to buffer and cushion, and as a result, this time the exam is on Thursday-Friday, and you'll find out your results as soon as you get back from vacation.

It's so exciting.

So much so that on Monday morning, many students came earlier than usual and did not memorize their books to open the classroom computer to check their grades on Campus Text.

Too bad it's not out yet.

There was some disappointment, but it didn't last long, as the overall results weren't out and a stream of papers were sent over in full.

In the morning just after raising the flag, a return to the classroom, I saw a pile of papers on the desk, students exclaimed rushed up to start handing out papers.

All out except the slowest to change language.

Qiao Lan couldn't help but take a breath.

But when the rolls found their way here, Qiao Lan huffed even more.

She had a feeling that physics wouldn't be too good, but she still panicked a bit after seeing the score of 107.

But after looking back at Pei Ning 116 and hearing Chen Yaoyang 121 next to him, it was a relief.

The best in the class didn't even get a high score, let alone the others. A boy sitting behind Qiao Lan was dumbfounded when he took his 70 points paper.

But the papers that were sent out with it all had much lower grades than the last time.

Last time there were three perfect scores in the math class, this time Qiao Lan scored the highest 133, and Chen Yaoyang scored two points lower than Qiao Lan, 131.

But before Qiao Lan could breathe a sigh of relief, the chemistry papers came down, Chen Yaoyang 132, Qiao Lan 123.

Chen Yaoyang's recent efforts have not been in vain, with seven out of eight grades, and except for the last language, the total score added up to 12 points higher than Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan 873, and Chen Yaoyang 885.

Chen Yaoyang finally breathed a sigh of relief, he did not believe that Qiao Lan language can be higher than him more than 12 points.

Pei Ning quietly looked at Qiao Lan, whispered, "Chen Yaoyang recently seems to be a bit serious, the first, can keep it."

Qiao Lan frowned, "The first one I think will definitely not be able to keep, but, it's not necessarily lower than Chen Yaoyang."

Qiao Lan just felt that she did particularly well in the language this time, and if so, she might have been able to score 12 points higher than Chen Yaoyang.

But Pei Ning didn't understand Qiao Lan's words, not necessarily lower than Chen Yaoyang, but the first one is impossible, what does this mean, can there be anyone else who is the first one besides her and Chen Yaoyang?

He, and Song Yao, didn't score as high as Qiao Lan, let alone Chen Yaoyang.

Qiao Lan didn't say anything, and looked back towards Tan Mo, who hadn't come yet because the flag-raising was over early and it was not yet time for morning study.

But how come Tan Mo's papers are missing too?

Qiao Lan was just wondering where the rolls had gone when the homeroom teacher came in with a couple of rolls in her hand, the surprise on her face didn't even have time to put it away, and as soon as she came in, she looked at Tan Mo's position.

Slightly disappointed to see that Tan Mo was not there, he placed a few papers in his hand on Tan Mo's desk and instructed the student sitting in front of Tan Mo to tell him to come to the office next door when Tan Mo arrived.

The student let out an "oh" and subconsciously looked back at the paper on Tan Mo's desk.

Crap, stupid eyes.

Chen Yaoyang only scored 121 in physics, but Tan Mo's paper was a big 150.

......

What's going on?

What the hell.

Suddenly turning around and barreling through the pile of papers, a couple of people next to him hustled over to see what the hell Tan Mo could write.

As a result, everyone, all of them, were confused.

Math, 150, Chemistry, 150, Physics 150, English, 148, Geography, 147 ......

There was one huff and puff after another, with only exclamations and crippling sighs, as a student quickly took out his computer and added the seven doors, thinking he had added them incorrectly, so he added them again.

Finally giggling at the numbers on the calculator.

999, rounded up to 1000.

Seven subjects, combined, 999, while the total score is only 1200!

The scariest thing is that Chen Yaoyang, the highest of the seven, is 885, and Tan Mo's seven are nearly one hundred and two times higher than Chen Yaoyang's seven.

If they hadn't double-checked that there were only seven of these, everyone would have assumed that one less had been added.

Silly, all silly, the highest score Chen Yaoyang, language even if the test one hundred and thirty-four, add up to only one thousand and twenty-three points, eight doors add up to only than Tan Mo seven more than twenty or thirty points.

What's more, Chen Yaoyang might not be able to get that high.

Maybe the expression on these people's faces is too hard to describe, Qin Yang several people came over to watch the fun, after watching it directly exploded, "Fake it, Tan Mo seven doors on the exam of a thousand????"

Qiao Lan's eyes lit up, almost jumped up from her seat in shock, rushed out of her seat and was about to run over to see it, but the class was abruptly silent.

Qiao Lan turned around suddenly as if she sensed something.

The familiar teenager, still pushing his wheelchair, appeared in front of the classroom.

But it was different than usual.

The obtrusive hair no longer covered those beautiful eyes, his skin was still pale and his delicate features were exposed to everyone as he sat quietly in his wheelchair, his light brown eyes looking at the classroom of shocked students.

Finally, his eyes fall on Qiao Lan's face.

He looked at her, perhaps a little shy and embarrassed because of the exposure of the whole face, the long, slender eyelashes, unconsciously, fluttered gently.