After going through military training and spending more than a month with each other, the students who had just entered high school had become familiar with their classmates during this period of time. They were chatting and joking with each other in groups of three or five.
It was the break between classes after morning exercises. Without the teacher's supervision, the students were having a lot of fun. Finally, Qiao Lan, who was sleeping on her desk, was woken up by the noise.
Her surroundings were chaotic. Shouts and screams filled her ears, causing her eardrums to hurt. Qiao Lan didn't have time to react to what was going on. She looked up and saw a boy playing beside her running straight into her.
Qiao Lan reflexively jumped to the side. The boy bumped into a chair and fell to the ground. When he got up, he rubbed his sore arm and cursed. He glared at Qiao Lan unhappily. "F * ck, why did you dodge?"
Qiao Lan was confused.
Qiao Lan looked at the boy.
He had a big face and short hair. There were two or three pimples on his fierce-looking face. He was almost 1.9 meters tall.
Not only did he not apologize when he bumped into her, he even asked her why she dodged. Did he think he was made of paper?
"I'm not dodging. Wait …"
Before he could finish his sentence, the girl sitting in front of Qiao Lan turned around and looked at him. "Qin Yang, calm down."
The girl's voice was pleasant to the ears. Qiao Lan, who was still confused, glanced at her subconsciously. She could not help but take a second look.
The girl had fair skin and delicate facial features. Even with her ponytail, she looked very pretty in her school uniform. Her big eyes were especially eye-catching. They were as bright as a doll's.
The boy, who was annoyed by Qiao Lan just now, suddenly smiled brightly. "It's nothing." He smiled casually and turned to look at Qiao Lan. "I'm just kidding. By the way, Qiao Lan, where's today's candy?"
Candy?
"What candy?"
"Just candy. Are you sleepy?"
As Qin Yang spoke, he moved closer to Qiao Lan and reached into the hole under Qiao Lan's desk.
Even if they were good friends, there was no reason for him to reach his hand out to her. Besides, she didn't even know this guy. Qiao Lan grabbed the guy's arm and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"
Qin Yang's hand was blocked, and he was stunned for a moment.
In the past, they looked down on Qiao Lan and were not willing to talk to her. Later on, when they Song Yaoyao, they would always bring Qiao Lan along. Qiao Lan would also buy them candy and water from time to time. Although they didn't like such obvious flattery, who would refuse to eat for free? Later on, when Qiao Lan didn't buy anything, they would directly ask her for it. Anyway, Qiao Lan wouldn't refuse.
It was normal for her to flip through the Qiao Lan table like today.
He didn't expect that Qiao Lan would suddenly stop him today.
However, Qin Yang was only stunned for a moment. He didn't take it to heart, or rather, he didn't care about Qiao Lan's attitude at all.
"You didn't buy it today? Then don't forget to buy it in the afternoon. I want the original flavor. Buy a few more," Qin Yang said naturally. He retracted his hand and returned to his seat. He took out an English newspaper and threw it on Qiao Lan's desk. "Copy the newspaper for me. The essay is full. Otherwise, Lao Liu will scold me again. F * ck, why is Lao Liu so troublesome? Isn't he tired of checking every day …"
He threw the newspaper to Qiao Lan, went back to his seat and rummaged through his bag. Then, he rushed out of the classroom with a group of boys and continued to play in the corridor.
Qiao Lan was speechless.
Qiao Lan saw the other students in the classroom. No one felt that there was anything wrong. They were still talking and laughing, eating breakfast, and chatting.
"Song Yao, I'll go get some water. Do you want some?"
The pretty girl who spoke just now passed the cup on the table to the girl who spoke. "Yes, thank you."
"Where did Yaoyang go? Why isn't he here yet?"
"I saw him go out with a few Fanfan just now. He must have gone to buy breakfast."
It was all useless nonsense, but it made Qiao Lan's mind go blank.
If Song Yao wasn't accurate enough, then add Yaoyang. Qiao Lan happened to read a novel recently. Because there was a character in the novel with the same name as her, Qiao Lan roughly flipped through the book.
Song Yao and Chen Yaoyang were the female and male protagonists in the novel.
She took the newspaper that the boy threw on the table and flipped open the textbook on the table. There were two pretty words on it: Qiao Lan.
At this moment, Qiao Lan only had one swear word in her mind.
F * ck it.
Transmigrating into a novel was such an unimaginable thing, but why didn't she transmigrate into a beautiful, rich, and outstanding female protagonist? Why did she transmigrate into Qiao Lan?
Was it because her name was also Qiao Lan?
Qiao Lan in the novel was a villain. She was a cannon fodder villain who couldn't be more miserable!
She was oppressed by her parents at home and bullied by her classmates at school. She was poor, ugly, and unlucky. Later, the beautiful and kind female protagonist, Song Yao, couldn't stand it and took the initiative to become friends with her. Thus, Qiao Lan reluctantly became a member of Song Yao's group of friends.
It was one thing to have Song Yao's help, but it was another thing for the boys and girls who had a good relationship with Song Yao to look down on her. In order to please these people, Qiao Lan often took the initiative to buy things, do homework, and clean the house so that they could bring her along when they had fun.
When Qiao Lan first read the novel, she was so angry that she wanted to curse. In the novel, it was written that Qiao Lan was so thin that she was almost skin and bones. She had some money to eat, but she didn't save it for herself. Instead, she thought of ways to give money to these people.
There was something wrong with her brain.
Without thinking, Qiao Lan stood up and threw the newspaper back on Qin Yang's table.
After sitting back down, she took out Qiao Lan's newspaper from her bag.
She had done all the multiple-choice questions, but left the correction and essay sections blank.
Thinking of what Qin Yang had said just now about checking the newspaper, Qiao Lan took out a pen and quickly corrected the mistakes. Then, she started writing her essay.
Outside the teaching building, the slope of the disabled passageway was very gentle, but Tan Mo still had a hard time turning the wheelchair. His hands were not as strong as the average person's, and they were even weaker than many girls'.
The students who came and went automatically moved away from a certain space when they saw him. Tan Mo could hear the whispers of the students who walked past him. There were also countless gazes that could be compared to a public execution.
Tan Mo lowered his head. His pale face was covered by his long hair, and his thin white fingers struggled to turn the wheelchair.
With great difficulty, the wheelchair finally reached the entrance of the building. Suddenly, a person rushed out of the teaching building. The person was too fast and didn't have time to stop in time. The person directly bumped into Tan Mo.
The wheelchair was knocked back abruptly. Tan Mo didn't have time to retract his finger and it was stuck in the wheel. For a moment, he felt a piercing pain. He hurriedly pulled his finger out, but the wheelchair was uncontrollably moving back quickly.
The surrounding girls screamed, and the wheelchair quickly slid down from the disabled passageway. No one stopped it, and the wheelchair went straight down the side of the small steps. Tan Mo fell heavily to the ground. His palms were immediately rubbed by the rough cement floor, and the wheelchair was also thrown far away in an instant.
The boy who bumped into Tan Mo quietly pushed the wheelchair to Tan Mo's side, then quickly ran away, as if Tan Mo was something unclean.
Tan Mo's hands, which were full of bloody thorns, trembled uncontrollably. He pulled the wheelchair to his side and supported himself with both hands. His trembling arms supported his whole body, and he struggled to sit back in the wheelchair.
His hands trembled, and he fell to the ground again. The passing students were all looking at him, but no one helped him up. Some people wanted to go forward, but they thought of something and retreated.
He fell once, twice, thrice, and finally sat back in the wheelchair. His white school uniform was already stained with dust, and there were sporadic bloodstains on it. He still had his head down, and there was no expression on his face. His muscles seemed to be necrotic, and he silently rolled the wheelchair back to the disabled passageway.
In the classroom, when Qiao Lan was halfway through writing her essay, a group of boys rushed in from outside the classroom. The boy who walked at the front put a glass of water on Song Yao's desk, and the class immediately became rowdy. Song Yao took the glass of water and said thank you.
The shyness in this thank you was too obvious. Qiao Lan couldn't help but take a look, and saw the tall and thin boy standing in front of Song Yao's desk.
He was very tall, and his school uniform couldn't hide his handsomeness. Someone next to him shouted, "Yaoyang," and Qiao Lan immediately understood.
No wonder he was so handsome. After all, he was the male lead.
Chen Yaoyang handed the glass of water in his hand to Song Yao, and calmly talked to Song Yao for a while. As soon as he turned his head, he met Qiao Lan's gaze.
Although he controlled it well, Qiao Lan could still see the disgust on Chen Yaoyang's face.
Qiao Lan was speechless.
F * ck you.
Qiao Lan really didn't like this male lead at all. Compared to the so-called arrogant and domineering male lead, Qiao Lan preferred a supporting male lead named Tan Mo.
It was a pity that he died too early.
When she read the novel and saw that Tan Mo had died, Qiao Lan didn't bother to read the rest of the plot.
Thinking of this, Qiao Lan turned her head to look at the last row.
She remembered that in the novel, Tan Mo was in the same class as them. Tan Mo had to sit in a wheelchair, and because of his illness, he was afraid of light and wind, so he always sat in the corner of the classroom.
In the last row at the furthest corner of the classroom, there was only a single table. The two chairs in front of the table were very far away from the table, and the wall blocked some of the light, making the space even more deserted and out of place.
Tan Mo hadn't arrived yet.
Qiao Lan turned her head again and picked up her pen to continue writing her essay. She didn't notice Chen Yaoyang's slightly surprised gaze. A skinny boy came in from the classroom and said loudly, "He just came in from outside and bumped into Tan Mo."
Qiao Lan's pen paused in her hand.
"Bumped into him? Who dares to bump into him? Bullying a disabled person," someone said.
After saying that, a bunch of people around him laughed. The skinny boy was also laughing for a long time. "He just came up from the disabled's passage and someone rushed out. He didn't see it and bumped into him. His wheelchair flipped over. Damn, you guys didn't see it. It was really hard to fall."
A girl next to him laughed a few times. "We're classmates. We should help each other and care for disabled people. Do you understand?"
"That's right. Why didn't you help him?"
"No." The skinny boy laughed and waved his hand. "Who dares to help him? I'm afraid it'll be contagious."
"Is neuropathy contagious?"
"How the f * ck would I know?"
"Hahaha, your biology is in a dog's stomach."
"F * ck, biology is learning this? Why don't you ask Tan Mo if neuropathy is contagious? If neuropathy isn't contagious, then ask if epilepsy is contagious? "
"I'm not going to f * cking talk to a lunatic …"
Almost everyone laughed. Laughter filled the entire classroom until Tan Mo appeared. The laughter stopped abruptly.
The pale and skinny boy rolled his wheelchair into the classroom quietly. He didn't say a word, as if he didn't hear anything. He went to his seat and the thick wall shrouded his entire body in shadow.
No one paid attention to him, and no one said a word to him.
The entire classroom was unbelievably lively, but this liveliness …
It had nothing to do with him at all.
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