Mrs. Qiao was angry and aggrieved. She was about to step out of the kitchen, but when she heard Old Lady Joe praising Qiao Lu, she retracted her foot.
After waiting for Second Aunt Qiao's family to leave, Mrs. Qiao finally came out to clear the table. When she saw Qiao Lan, who was silent at the side, Mrs. Qiao was furious.
She thought about it carefully. She and Old Lady Joe had quarreled so much because Qiao Lan ate too much. If Qiao Lan's grades were not so bad, she would not be looked down upon by Old Lady Joe, and she would not be so embarrassed in front of Second Aunt Qiao.
She was in the same school and grade as Qiao Lu, but Qiao Lan was in the top ten of the class. Qiao Lan was in the bottom ten of the class. She remembered that Old Lady Joe and Father Qiao had asked Qiao Lan not to go to school and help out at the store. At that time, she had stopped them.
Now, she regretted it.
After cursing for a long time, she ran into Qiao Lan's room. Qiao Lan was lying on the table reading.
"You only know how to read now? Why did you do it earlier? Who are you pretending for now? If you had started reading earlier, I don't believe that I can't outdo Qiao Lu …"
Before she could finish, Old Lady Joe walked out from the side. "Women don't study, and they can't study well. Qiao Lu is good at studying because she has a mother who can teach."
Mrs. Qiao's mind went blank and she almost fainted.
Old Lady Joe had never said such things so bluntly.
Old Lady Joe had always looked down on her. Other than the fact that she could not bear a son, there was another reason.
Mrs. Qiao was a working girl from the countryside. She was uneducated and her family was poor. She met Father Qiao, who was also poor and uneducated. In the end, the two of them fell in love and got married. Old Lady Joe had always looked down on Mrs. Qiao.
However, Second Aunt Qiao was different.
Second Uncle Qiao was also a hardworking person. He was the only one in the Qiao family who got into a university. Second Aunt Qiao's parents were from the city and her family was well-off. Second Aunt Qiao's job was better than Mrs. Qiao's because she was a teacher.
In Old Lady Joe's words, Second Aunt Qiao was a cadre.
Old Qiao's words. She said that Mrs. Qiao was different from Second Aunt Qiao................. to give Qiao Lan and Qiao to Qiao...... was.... Qiao was to......... to Qiao Lan to her brain. to............ she was.
That night, after Madam Qiao and Madam Qiao finished quarreling, Madam Qiao continued to quarrel with Madam Qiao. After Madam Qiao won the quarrel and successfully drove a wedge between her son and daughter-in-law, she went to bed in a good mood.
Qiao Lan didn't notice that Sun Qiaoyuan, who was usually very active, was too quiet today.
Qiao Lan stuffed two balls of paper into her ears, but they couldn't block out the sounds of quarreling outside. She fell asleep in a daze. When she woke up the next day, she didn't even think about staying in the house for a second longer and went to school.
As usual, she took her books outside to memorize. However, she went to a place where she wouldn't bump into Chen Yaoyang and the others.
The exams would start next Monday. Qiao Lan went through the political history that she was familiar with. As for geography, she didn't memorize much. She had to understand it. She was good at literature in the past, so she didn't have to worry about these three subjects.
She was mainly worried about physics. She could memorize chemistry, but not physics. Qiao Lan had been spending 50% to 60% of her time on physics. She could do most of the questions now, but she still couldn't do some of the more difficult ones.
She remembered that Chen Yaoyang was the best at science. He could get full marks in mathematics, chemistry, and physics. She had to work harder.
After the morning self-study session, Qiao Lan went to the water room to get some water.
Her lips were dry, but she didn't have money to buy lipstick. The best way was to drink water and drink more water. There was no harm in drinking more water. She came out of the water room with a water bottle and saw a wheelchair rolling in front of her.
Qiao Lan quickened her steps and caught up with Tan Mo in a few steps.
"Good morning," Qiao Lan greeted Tan Mo with a smile.
Tan Mo's hand paused. He turned to look at Qiao Lan. His slightly lighter eyes stared at Qiao Lan.
Just when Qiao Lan thought Tan Mo was silent as usual, Tan Mo's cold but clear voice fell into Qiao Lan's ears.
"Good morning."
Qiao Lan was so shocked that she almost threw the cup in her hand.
Qiao Lan froze on the spot for a moment. Then she caught up with Tan Mo and walked beside him.
This was a good start.
Qiao Lan walked briskly beside Tan Mo. "Tan Mo, have you had breakfast?"
Tan Mo had just responded to Qiao Lan, but after hearing Qiao Lan's first sentence, he didn't want to answer.
It was already eight o 'clock. Of course, he had already eaten. Tan Mo felt that this question was unnecessary.
What Qiao Lan didn't know was that for people with Asperger's Syndrome, they didn't understand jokes or formalities. Anything that had nothing to do with serious matters would make them very confused. They didn't understand why people would say such meaningless things.
However, Tan Mo didn't understand either. For thousands of years, this was the most common greeting used by Chinese people.
Tan Mo didn't answer. Qiao Lan thought that Tan Mo didn't hear her, so she asked again. Tan Mo's eyes were filled with indescribable confusion and impatience. However, he still pursed his lips in the end. "Yes."
"The mid-term exam is next Monday. Are you going to take it this time?"
"Nope."
"Why?" Qiao Lan asked. Tan Mo definitely knew all these subjects.
It was written in the book that Tan Mo's IQ was far higher than normal people. His memory was even scarier. He had been reading since he was young. He wasn't a fool like his classmates said. He was a genius. Other than being brought to the United States for treatment by his mother when he was young and his language wasn't very good, the rest of the subjects in high school were too easy for Tan Mo.
Tan Mo didn't answer her again.
Because of his conversation with Qiao Lan, Tan Mo, who was already eye-catching, became even more eye-catching today. Some people pointed and said that there was actually someone talking to Tan Mo. Some people whispered and asked who the girl was. The person next to them shook her head. "I don't know."
Coincidentally, a girl from the same class passed by and saw Qiao Lan talking to Tan Mo. She couldn't stop laughing.
"Qiao Lan is really sick these days. She talks to Tan Mo every day. Her brain must be damaged."
Tan Mo heard everything.
Tan Mo's hand that was holding the wheelchair tightened. His fingers trembled slightly as he tried to increase the distance between the wheelchair and Qiao Lan.
However, he heard Qiao Lan's calm voice. "Tan Mo, what book were you reading yesterday?"
Those two girls were talking so loudly just now. Didn't she hear it?
She definitely heard it. If she heard it, why did she still talk to him? Because when she talked to him, they all said that she was sick. How could she still maintain such a normal tone?
Tan Mo couldn't help but want to question her, but for some reason, he didn't ask. He lowered his head to hide the emotions in his eyes and said in a low voice, "Wuthering Heights."
"Ah, I read it too, but I read the translated version. I still don't understand the original English. By the way, Tan Mo, did you eat the candy I gave you yesterday?"
Tan Mo was about to say something when a black shadow rushed over. A tall boy who was about 1.9 meters tall blocked Qiao Lan's way and shouted Qiao Lan's name in a rough voice.
Qin Yang waited for a whole day, but Qiao Lan didn't give him any candy.
The group of boys were all betting on how Qiao Lan would apologize to him. He was also waiting, but in the end, nothing happened.
Qin Yang couldn't hold it in anymore. A group of people were talking about this just now, so Qin Yang couldn't hold it in anymore and directly went to question Qiao Lan.
"Where's the candy?"
Qiao Lan was really baffled. His good temper towards Tan Mo disappeared in an instant. Annoyance was written all over his face. "What candy?"
"Why are you pretending to be confused? You bought me candy."
Tan Mo, who was sitting in a wheelchair, suddenly paused when he heard this. He reached out and pressed his hand against the pocket of his school uniform.
There was a candy in the pocket of his school uniform.
Qiao Lan gave it to him yesterday.
He suddenly felt that it was a bit funny.
So Qiao Lan didn't just give him candy to eat.
Tan Mo rolled his wheelchair and silently walked back to his seat.
But then he heard a gradually familiar voice behind him. "What's wrong with me buying candy for you, Qin Yang? Paranoia is an illness. It needs to be treated."
Even Tan Mo, who couldn't be more insensitive to emotions, could hear the mockery in this sentence.
Tan Mo's face still didn't show any expression, but he touched the candy in his pocket again.
He had never eaten sweets before, but at this moment, he really wanted to taste them.
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