Chapter 26: Teach you

Not to mention the others, even Qiao Lan was dumbfounded for a while.

She'd thought about what Tan Mo would look like with a haircut, but now that she'd actually seen Tan Mo, she realized that she looked much better than she'd imagined.

The students who had just grabbed Tan Mo's paper suddenly, as if shocked, put Tan Mo's paper on the table, moved out of the way, and watched Tan Mo go back to his seat with dumbfounded eyes.

"This is... Tan Mo bar..."

"Right..."

"That paper... It was really Tan Mo's too, wasn't it..."

"Right..."

Pei Ning sat in his seat, looked at it for a moment, then looked back, and finally looked at Qiao Lan and fell into self-doubt.

"Does hairstyle really have that much of an effect on face value?"

Qiao Lan looked at Pei Ning's small hairy inches and the small freckles on her face, and couldn't bear to tell Pei Ning that it shouldn't affect you too much.

The next moment, Qiao Lan had already left her seat, and went over to Tan Mo.

She was really surprised, and pleasantly surprised.

Before Qiao Lan always came to Tan Mo's side, the girl sitting in front of Tan Mo was always annoyed, today Qiao Lan came, that girl looked at Qiao Lan and then looked at Tan Mo, she didn't say a word and dodged to the side, just like the other students couldn't help but look at the two of them.

Tan Mo's papers are messed up by her classmates. Tan Mo looks at the papers on her desk and doesn't want to touch them.

Qiao Lan sits over and arranges a few of the rolls, and Tan Mo looks at the rolls in Qiao Lan's hand and reaches out to take them.

He looked at the paper, and when he saw that there were only 121 points in history, he stared at that 121 for a long time.

Qiao Lan already knew that Tan Mo was smart, but when she learned that Tan Mo was able to surpass her by more than a hundred points, she was still shocked from the bottom of her heart, and the word "genius", which was just a word for fun before, became real and dazzling.

Tan Mo's facial expressions were few and far between, and until now Qiao Lan had only ever seen Tan Mo smile in a slightly odd way, let alone anything else.

Qiao Lan Seeing that he keeps staring at this paper, his head moves forward a bit to look at the history paper.

The 121 is really a bit conspicuous in a clean sheet of a hundred and forty or so full marks, but that's on top of the fact that the paper is hard, isn't it?

"Tan Mo," Qiao Lan called out to Tan Mo and continued after seeing him look up, "You know, just a while ago, in the single subject of History, I was the highest in the class, but I wasn't after you came."

Tan Mo looked at the paper and then at Qiao Lan, as if comforted, but also as if not comforted.

Instead of staring at the roll, he pressed it to the bottom.

Qiao Lan: "......"

Okay, she gets it, Tan Mo's high standards for himself don't change for anyone else even if it's her, he's just not happy with this 121 history paper.

Very persistent.

Qiao Lan promises that if Tan Mo takes the exam next time, she will focus on history beforehand.

If Qiao Lan's victory over Chen Yaoyang to become the No. 1 in her age group was surprising enough last time, then Tan Mo, who is new and fresh and scored such a sickly high score today, is just mind-blowing.

Almost everyone in the class was staring at Tan Mo's side, looking at Tan Mo's still expressionless face, but his mouth was moving and closing as he talked to Qiao Lan. No one dared to laugh at what Tan Mo was saying, or laugh at him for not understanding what they were saying.

And no one dared to say he was stupid or crazy again.

If Tan Mo is stupid, what are they? Retards?

Suddenly the saying that genius is next to madness comes to mind.

It's only one step from genius to insanity, and maybe it's the price of a genius brain, which is what makes them a little bit flawed in other ways.

It was as if Tan Mo's previous "weirdness", "gloominess", and "horror" had all been explained in an instant.

The homeroom teacher came back to the classroom, his eyes lit up when he saw Tan Mo, he asked Tan Mo to follow him to the office, Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan before he left the classroom and followed the homeroom teacher to the office next door.

The class was like putting a piece of bubblegum in water, and after a few moments of quiet, this was all agitation.

"So Qiao Lan has known for a long time that Tan Mo is not actually a brain... Problems? How did she know that."

"Tan Mo is on 999 points now, so it's definitely not Chen Yaoyang in first place this time."

"Isn't there a language yet to come out?"

"This time the language is so difficult, Chen Yaoyang language is not the strongest point, Tan Mo even if the language test is twenty points, the total score is higher than Chen Yaoyang ah, not to mention you think it is possible for him to get only twenty points in the language?"

"... This isn't even in the same dimension as us... it's too damn scary... stop it, Chen Yaoyang... his face is all blue..."

It's not unusual for the first place finisher to be ten or twenty points higher than the second place finisher, but it's unprecedented for Tan Mo to be more than a hundred points higher than the second place finisher.

At this moment, Tan Mo, who had achieved unprecedented results, was expressionlessly looking at the class teacher who was excited and a bit speechless, waiting for the class teacher to finish marveling again before coldly speaking, "Can I go back now."

"Wait," the homeroom teacher finally finished sighing and thought for a moment, "By the way there's one thing, when you just came to school before, your father said that you didn't like to get in touch with people, so he arranged for you to sit in the last row. But this time, we are still arranging the seats according to the exam rankings, and the teacher also hopes that you can have more contact with your classmates, so this time the seats..."

"According to the ranking", Tan Mo finished the latter for the homeroom teacher.

The homeroom teacher did not expect Tan Mo to be so nice today, froze for a moment and smiled cheerfully, "It should have been like this a long time ago, now it's just a matter of the language not coming out, when the total score will definitely come out before the class meeting in the afternoon, by then it will be possible to..."

"I don't sit with Chen Yaoyang."

The homeroom teacher was still talking when she was interrupted by Tan Mo's sudden remark.

"What," the homeroom teacher looked at Tan Mo in surprise, "Chen Yaoyang?"

Tan Mo just talked to Qiao Lan and said that there are seven grades now, and Chen Yaoyang is a dozen points ahead of her, so Qiao Lan is not too sure that she can surpass Chen Yaoyang this time.

Seeing that the homeroom teacher didn't seem to understand what he meant, Tan Mo patiently explained again, "If Chen Yaoyang is in second place, I won't sit at the same table with him."

Classroom teachers: "......"

That's kinda familiar.

A month or so ago, Qiao Lan took the highest score in the whole grade, and specially came to tell him that she was determined not to be at the same table with Chen Yaoyang.

If he didn't know better, he would have thought that Chen Yaoyang was hated by everyone in the class.

Qiao Lan didn't want to do it before, and Tan Mo didn't want to do it this time, so the homeroom teacher had no choice but to say, "Then who do you want to sit at the same table with?"

Tan Mo silenced and then threw two words at the homeroom teacher.

"Qiao Lan."

......

Once again, the classroom teacher was speechless.

So you want to sit with Qiao Lan? I asked you if you wanted to sit at Qiao Lan's table. Who told me no in no uncertain terms?

"OK, OK, OK", there is still one grade not yet out, and it is still Qiao Lan's very top one, the class teacher can't say who is the second, maybe it's not really Chen Yaoyang but Qiao Lan.

The last language grade was sent in after first period in the afternoon while everyone was doing eye exercises.

For a while everyone didn't even want to do eye exercises, and immediately began to hand out papers, and when the eye exercises were over, they quickly turned on the classroom computers and went on the campus network to check the rankings of this exam.

The rankings are finally out.

Find the senior class of thirteen directly and pull up to the top.

Even though most of the people already knew all about it before, they still drew a breath when they saw the name at the top and the final score.

First place, Tan Mo, total points, 1102.

The language was not particularly high, only 102, but the total score was still incredibly high.

1102. That's only 1200 out of 100!

That's a high roll for XX high school!

Just now someone watched a sneak peek of Tan Mo's language paper and the essay was seriously off-topic so it only got 28 points, so what if people don't get off-topic in their next essay?

Crap does that have to be another 20 or so points higher?

Then further down the list, second place, 1005, is 97 points short of first place, and a direct break occurs.

Then look at the second place name, eh, Chen Yaoyang?

Chen Yaoyang has surpassed Qiao Lan this time?

Hurriedly looking further down the list, Qiao Lan, still in second place, with a total score of 1005, was tied for second place with Chen Yaoyang, but was at the back of the list because of her last name.

Chen Yaoyang's seven grades pushed Qiao Lan by 12 points, but Qiao Lan recovered by relying on the language. Qiao Lan's language single subject was the first in her age, with 132 points, while Chen Yaoyang's 120 points, though not low, was coincidentally lower than Qiao Lan's by a full 12 points.

So, it's a tie.

Let's say it's not a coincidence, Chen Yaoyang is angry or not.

And further down the line, there's a small break, with Pei Ning fourth, almost thirty points below Chen Yaoyang and Qiao Lan.

Anything further down the line is of little interest to anyone.

At the beginning, everyone thought it would be another battle between Qiao Lan and Chen Yaoyang, but to our surprise, Tan Mo came out of nowhere and stole all the attention.

The two who have been robbed of their attention, Chen Yaoyang without a word and Qiao Lan in a good mood.

Others could not have imagined that Tan Mo would be the first place winner, but Qiao Lan had already thought of it, and she just didn't want to lose to Chen Yaoyang. When she found out that she was 12 points lower than Chen Yaoyang in seven subjects, she was inevitably nervous, but she didn't expect to recover all of them by relying on one subject.

It's just a shame that it's just chasing back, it would have looked good if it had been a little bit higher, a point higher would have been fine.

Unlike Qiao Lan's good mood, Chen Yaoyang's mood was, well, awful, but this bad mood started in the morning, he could not have imagined in any way that someone would have crushed his scores so cruelly, and that this person was actually Tan Mo?

In the afternoon, Qiao Lan got even in one language, making Chen Yaoyang, who was already in a bad mood, even more depressed.

He was second last time and second this time, but Chen Yaoyang could clearly feel the difference between the two second places.

Last time, he was slightly remorseful but not overly concerned about the fact that Qiao Lan had pushed him down the scoreboard, and that he would be able to get it back with a little bit of effort.

But this time, for the first time in his life, Chen Yaoyang understood a word called impossible.

*

The results were announced, and the whole school opened the age rankings in passing after the first look at the rankings of their own classes, and everyone was still curious about the first place every time.

Especially when the first place winner was Chen Yaoyang, who was known to the whole school as a handsome guy.

I don't know if Chen Yaoyang can catch up this time.

The result is that this time there is a direct replacement, not Chen Yaoyang, not Qiao Lan last time, but Tan Mo.

Who's Tan Mo?

A crowd of students were confused, and someone whispered a reminder, "It's that stupid... in class 13 who's in a wheelchair every day... Classmate."

The word "fool" stuck in his mouth, looking at the score, who dares to say Tan Mo is a fool again.

People don't know who Tan Mo is, but they do know the boy who is in a wheelchair every day, and when they were shocked to see Tan Mo's score, which was almost a hundred points ahead of the second and third place finishers, their mouths fell open in shock again.

"Crap I was in the same exam room as him last time, and was wondering what he was running for."

"... This score, is it real? It's a bit ridiculously high."

"I got less than half of a fucking person's test?"

"Have you guys noticed, the top three are all class 13 ah, class 13 what kind of people are these."

Hidden in the middle of her classmates is Qiao Lu, who has regressed by one place in her class this time, eighth place, with a total score of 879, a score that would not even get her into the top fifteen in class thirteen. She stared at Qiao Lan's name, 1005, which was ranked second in the grade, as if she had been slapped hard, and the thought that popped up in her heart for a moment was impossible.

But I can't be as sure as I was last time.

She remembered what her mother said, "If Qiao Lan can copy once, can she copy twice?

Especially this time, the exam was a bought paper, which was even more untraceable than the last time, so Qiao Lu was even more confident that this time, Qiao Lan would surely revert back to the level of her first monthly exam, and become the laughing stock in everyone's mind.

As a result, Qiao Lan's score is still as high as ever.

Although he was not the first in his age, for a student like Qiao Lu, who had never been in the top 300 in his age, the first and the second didn't seem to make much of a difference.

After all, Qiao Lan's score would have placed her at the top of her class.

Qiao Lu is still not willing, still not willing to believe, she opened her mouth to talk to the table, but she dared not.

Because everyone around her, except her, didn't think it was a problem, they even exclaimed, "It seems like Qiao Lan is the only one in the whole grade who got a hundred and three in language, right? It's really impressive."

"Is there really such a person who is so top-notch in language and math these days?"

"I remember that Qiao Lan was in the last perfect score essay... I read her essay, and I feel like I went to high school one more time than I did..."

Qiao Lu didn't dare to speak anymore, sat in a daze in his seat, looked at his papers, and finally couldn't help himself, and cried again under the collapse.

*

The 13th class of the first year of high school, with their own power to dominate the first three years of age, the average score is sitting steadily in the first grade, other teachers do not mention how much envy of the 13th class teacher.

Especially when it was first learned that there was a Tan Mo in class 13, some teachers had sympathized with him.

As a result, who would have thought that Tan Mo is not at all the low intelligence that everyone imagines, people simply do not want to take the test.

Now take the test and scare the hell out of everyone.

The homeroom teacher cheerfully ignored the envious gazes of the other teachers and entered the classroom during the last homeroom session, looking at the students in the class who had organized their bags and were waiting to change their seats, and was amused again.

For students this age, changing seats is really something to look forward to.

As soon as the homeroom teacher came in, she saw Tan Mo sitting at the end of the class. The boy had cut his hair, and he looked different, and perhaps because of his grades, the homeroom teacher looked at Tan Mo as if he were a piece of treasure.

Unlike the other students who were either nervous or excited about their classmates, this child sat at the end, motionless, his face still expressionless, as if he had nothing to look forward to about the change of seats that everyone was looking forward to.

However, no one knows that Tan Mo is on the edge of his seat at this moment.

With his hands gripped tightly on the wheelchair, his eyes slightly stiff from nervousness, he would occasionally sneak a glance towards Qiao Lan, and then pull back again.

Soon, he will be able to sit at the same table with Qiao Lan.

After all, he got the first place and the homeroom teacher promised him that this was a fact that could no longer be changed.

But...

Tan Mo unconsciously glanced over to Qiao Lan's side, Pei Ning was talking to Qiao Lan, and from this angle, he could see Qiao Lan's side face with a smile on it.

She's laughing and talking to Pei Ning.

She and Pei Ning were actually quite close, Tan Mo had known they were close when Qiao Lan was still sitting in front of him, and they'd said a lot more to each other than he had to her.

Would Qiao Lan have wanted to sit with him as much as he did?

Wouldn't he think that it's actually much better to sit with Pei Ning?

And Chen Yaoyang before that, wouldn't she rather be with Chen Yaoyang ...

Thoughts began to spread uncontrollably in all directions again, so much so that I didn't even hear what the homeroom teacher said until the homeroom teacher posted a seating chart on the projector, and then asked everyone to change seats on their own according to the seating chart.

He looked up and silently watched as his name and Qiao Lan's were circled in a box, and an indescribable intimacy crept over him.

He finally left the seat he had been sitting in for almost three months, and stepped out from under the small shadow, and he saw another table next to his own, with Qiao Lan's name written in large letters on the books sitting on the table, and it was only in this moment that Tan Mo felt that everything was real.

With a flick of the wrist, you can touch Qiao Lan's arm.

With a slow turn of her head, she could see the side of Qiao Lan's face, as well as the smile on her face, in the midst of the chaotic sounds around her, Qiao Lan's body leaned over, and in a position close to Tan Mo's ear, she whispered, "I was afraid that the homeroom teacher would make Chen Yaoyang sit at the same table as you, luckily it's me."

Too close, Tan Mo thought.

His already sensitive skin could even feel Qiao Lan's breath as she spoke in his ear, Tan Mo was a little afraid to turn his head but couldn't help it as his beautiful light brown eyes stared at Qiao Lan, "You and Pei Ning have a good relationship."

Relationship with Pei Ning is fine, what's wrong?

"You're not at the same table now."

Qiao Lan laughed at once, "But shouldn't our relationship be better?"

Her dark eyes looked at Tan Mo silently for a long moment before Tan Mo averted her gaze.

He habitually stares into the eyes of the other person when he speaks, and because he can't discern the meaning expressed in the eyes of the other person's expression, he doesn't feel bad about staring at people.

But now that Qiao Lan was looking at her, a strange feeling suddenly arose in Tan Mo's heart.

It's like walking into the classroom this morning, not used to showing my whole face because I'm not used to the new haircut, and Qiao Lan happens to see me.

Suddenly they didn't dare to look at each other, suddenly their hearts trembled, suddenly their eyes gently rippled.

Ten minutes later, the class finally changed seats, and when Qiao Lan turned her head, there was still the familiar Chen Yaoyang, but this time Qiao Lan suddenly wanted to laugh.

This time, because of Tan Mo, Pei Ning became the fourth from the third last time and became a tablemate with Chen Yaoyang, while Zhao Tong and Song Yao sat together.

Pei Ning, who wanted to sit at the same table with Song Yao, ended up with her the first time and Chen Yaoyang the second time.

Zhao Tong and Song Yao wanted to sit at the same table with Chen Yaoyang, but they were actually seated together.

When the seats were finally changed, the homeroom teacher slowly continued with the rest of the class meeting. Qiao Lan and Tan Mo asked Tan Mo for his physics paper, looking at his own score of 107, and then looking at Tan Mo's beautiful perfect score, and feeling such a big gap, they didn't know what to say for a while.

Tan Mo watched Qiao Lan sigh twice before thinking for a long time before saying, "It's not hard."

Qiao Lan : "...... It's hard for me."

Tan Mo pursed her lips, "I'll teach you."

Qiao Lan was instantly happy, "Really."

Of course it's true, Tan Mo thought, and before that, every time he watched Pei Ning lecture Qiao Lan on physical chemistry, he wanted to say that he could do it too.

But Qiao Lan seldom came to ask him, and even when he did, he asked Pei Ning first, and Pei Ning would not.

Now that he is Qiao Lan's classmate, as long as he tells Qiao Lan first, Qiao Lan won't have to ask anyone else... Right.

Qiao Lan didn't know how many little things Tan Mo had been thinking about in her head, her worst thing was physics, and although she had been asking Pei Ning for help before, Pei Ning wasn't as good as Chen Yaoyang, let alone Tan Mo.

Now that Tan Mo has offered to teach her physics, Qiao Lan is feeling motivated for her last final exam of the semester.

With Tan Mo teaching her, maybe the next final exam, physics won't be pulled apart so much by Chen Yaoyang, as long as physics doesn't pull points, she won't worry about being pressured by Chen Yaoyang at all.

So, this new pair of tablemates, on the first day of becoming tablemates, agreed on the goal of studying well and helping each other, and officially started to implement it on the second day during recess.

Before Qiao Lan could come across a question she didn't know how to do, Tan Mo opened her physics exercise book with a blank face.

"Ask."

Qiao Lan: ......

Although I'm not too prepared, there are still a lot of questions that I won't leave blank, Tan Mo is willing to teach, and Qiao Lan won't shirk her duties.

Quickly flipping through the exercise book to find the empty questions between them, she placed the book in front of Tan Mo, "This one."

Tan Mo looked at it, and less than ten seconds later, quickly wrote out the answer and returned the book to Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan waited for a few seconds, but never waited for Tan Mo to open his mouth. Qiao Lan looked up at Tan Mo in a daze, why was there a sudden silence if he wasn't talking about the topic?

The two of them stared at each other wide-eyed for a long time before Qiao Lan spoke uncertainly, "That, how did you arrive at that answer, the process, the process..."

Tan Mo looked at the question and then at Qiao Lan, her beautiful eyes in a daze.

He pretty much came up with the answer after reading it, so there was no process.

Qiao Lan: ......

The first battle was lost.

Qiao Lan did not want to fear that Tan Mo would be struck, and hurriedly turned out another one, "It's okay, it's okay, this one, you write out as much of the process as you can think of."

Tan Mo resumed work, and after a while returned the book to Qiao Lan, who looked at it.

This time there's a process, and as a result, it's not readable.

It's like a high school student giving a math problem to an elementary school student, a problem that can be done in a second by setting up an unknown, but is rendered impossible because the elementary school student doesn't even know what an unknown is.

Can't talk about it.

Tan Mo, even if he was slow, knew that it was his own fault that he couldn't go on, and because he couldn't do anything about it, he suddenly became a bit agitated, dissatisfied with himself, afraid of Qiao Lan's disappointment, and all sorts of emotions were crammed into his head again.

Emotions are starting to get out of control again.

"No more lectures," he said, dropping his pen in annoyance and sitting down in his seat with gloomy eyes, no one knowing what he was thinking.

Qiao Lan: ... What about this?

She hadn't seen it coming, and now it was a disastrous Waterloo before it had even begun.

She tries to talk to Tan Mo, but Tan Mo reverts to her previous state of being silent when she is in a bad mood. Qiao Lan doesn't know what to do for a while, and even after class is over, she doesn't figure out what to do, so she can only go to the restroom.

Tan Mo saw her turn around and walk away, her heart panicked again, and was about to say something when he heard a boy next to him say, "Yao Yang, I realized that you and Qiao Lan are really quite destined to be together, and with a paper of 1200 points, you can both get the exact same score..."

Tan Mo's hand squeezing the pen tightened unexpectedly.

When Qiao Lan came back, he saw Tan Mo flipping through his physics textbook, and was surprised to see him suddenly looking at it, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"... Read the book."

Read it and then use the book to teach you.