When she returned to the classroom, Qiao Lan had already returned from outside. Many students gathered outside the classroom finally saw the legendary Qiao Lan.
However, the legendary Qiao Lan didn't have the slightest joy of getting first place in the entire grade. A tall and thin girl walked into the classroom silently. She seemed to be looking at the last row of the first group, but also seemed like she didn't look at it. In the end, she returned to her seat without saying a word.
Qiao Lan had to admit that she was a little disappointed.
Just now, the homeroom teacher found her and said that Tan Mo didn't want to sit with her.
He directly said that he didn't want to and didn't explain any reason.
The homeroom teacher was a good person. She even comforted Qiao Lan, "Tan Mo is different from what you know. He has been severely autistic since he was young. Later on, something happened to his family and his condition became more serious. At that time, Tan Mo didn't want to come to school at all. Tan Mo's father spent a lot of effort to get Tan Mo to come to school. Tan Mo doesn't like to be close to people, so it's better to let him sit at the back alone … "
"Teacher, you don't have to say anymore. I understand."
She knew even more than the homeroom teacher.
She knew that Tan Mo didn't have ordinary autism and also knew what happened to him. However, she couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
The homeroom teacher didn't say anything. She thought for a while and said, "About changing seats, I think it's a good idea for you to sit with Chen Yaoyang. Chen Yaoyang's physics and chemistry are very good. You can help each other and improve your grades!"
Qiao Lan: "…"
Teacher, please let me go.
Maybe it was because Qiao Lan's expression was so hopeless that the homeroom teacher didn't have the heart to make things difficult for her.
After all, she was the first place and had some privileges. "Then who do you want to sit with?"
"Anything," Qiao Lan said. There were 45 people in the class, and she couldn't even remember the names of 40 of them.
The homeroom teacher thought for a while, "Then Pei Ning. Pei Ning is also good at physics and chemistry, but his English is a little weak. It's not bad for you to sit together."
Qiao Lan didn't know who Pei Ning was, but since the form teacher said so, he just let it be.
After Qiao Lan left, the homeroom teacher sighed. He was still wondering why Qiao Lan didn't sit at the same table as Chen Yaoyang. As far as he knew, Chen Yaoyang was very popular in class.
He shook his head and walked out of the office. After taking two steps, he found that the back of the person in front of him was a little familiar. Wasn't that Chen Yaoyang?
What is Chen Yaoyang doing here?
The head teacher didn't think much of it and called out to Chen Yaoyang. Chen Yaoyang didn't want to respond, but he still stood there and looked at the head teacher expressionlessly. "Teacher, what's the matter?"
"This …" The homeroom teacher hesitated for a moment, but still felt that he couldn't ask. He could only encourage Chen Yaoyang as he walked. "Are you a little discouraged that you didn't get first place in the grade this time? I think you don't have to take it to heart at all. Just work hard and try to get back next time."
Chen Yaoyang didn't care about whether he got first or second place now. He admitted that he had been a little too relaxed recently. As long as he worked harder on his literature and other subjects, he would still get first place next time. He wasn't too worried.
What he was frustrated about now was …
"Teacher," Chen Yaoyang said thoughtfully, "The seats in the afternoon …"
"Oh, oh, oh, I was just about to tell you. According to the ranking this time, you and Qiao Lan should sit at the same table, but for some reason, I decided to let Qiao Lan and Pei Ning sit together. You and Song Yao sit together. I think you have a good relationship with Song Yao, so it shouldn't be a problem."
Chen Yaoyang was speechless.
'Since you said so, what else can I say?
If I don't agree, does that mean I don't have a good relationship with Song Yao? '
It was rare that Chen Yaoyang didn't want to say a word. The fire that had just been suppressed a while ago began to revive bit by bit. When he passed by the display board of the grade one ranking, he saw Qiao Lan at the top.
He looked away gloomily.
The last class in the afternoon was the class meeting. Every student in Class 13 was a little excited. After the second class, all the students packed their bags and waited to welcome their new deskmates.
Only Tan Mo sat quietly as if he had nothing to do with everything.
When the bell rang, the homeroom teacher walked in with the results list. He stood on the podium and cleared his throat before saying, "Today, we will arrange the seats according to the ranking. I think everyone should understand the meaning of this sentence, but I still have a few other points to make clear. I know that some students are not satisfied with this seating arrangement, especially those who are at the bottom of the class. Regarding this, there is one more thing I would like to clarify about the seating arrangement. "
"Those who are at the top of the class can sit with those who are at the top of the class. However, if a student has improved a lot in the exam, I can also adjust the seating arrangement according to the teacher's discretion. Therefore, even if your results are not good, as long as you improve, you can still sit with those who are at the top of the class. In other words, the seating arrangement this time is not strictly based on the ranking."
When he said this, the students who were at the bottom of the class suddenly became energetic. The class began to buzz with discussion.
"Okay, okay, everyone be quiet. We will now arrange the seats." The homeroom teacher pointed at the first row of the group near the door. "Starting from this group, first row, Qiao Lan, Pei Ning."
As soon as he finished speaking, the whole class's eyes fell on Qiao Lan.
Shouldn't Qiao Lan sit with Chen Yaoyang?
Even Pei Ning, who was about to sit with Qiao Lan, was stunned. However, he was introverted, so he didn't say anything.
Qiao Lan was even calmer. As soon as the homeroom teacher finished speaking, he took his bag and sat in the first row.
Tan Mo, who had been reading with his head lowered, had already stopped writing. The muscles on his face, which was always expressionless, faintly twitched. For the first time, there was confusion in his beautiful light brown eyes.
Shouldn't she sit with Chen Yaoyang?
However, no one answered him, and no one would tell him.
Chen Yaoyang, who was supposed to sit with Qiao Lan, sat in the first row of the third group to the left of Qiao Lan. Sitting with him was the class belle, Song Yao.
Song Yao's cheeks were slightly red, and her big, beautiful eyes were watery. However, Chen Yaoyang was in a bad mood, so he didn't notice.
As soon as he turned his head, he could see Qiao Lan. She had her head down and was working on a physics exercise book with a pen. She didn't seem to be interested in where he was sitting, and the chaos around her had nothing to do with her.
Qiao Lan really didn't like him?
Even though he heard Qiao Lan not sit with him, Chen Yaoyang didn't believe it.
After all, Qiao Lan's gaze was too obvious.
Qiao Lan wouldn't have worked so hard to get this ranking if it wasn't for the fact that she wanted to be closer to him.
However, Chen Yaoyang really couldn't figure out what Qiao Lan wanted to do now.
After the row between Qiao Lan and Chen Yaoyang, the change of seats became meaningless. Everyone sat down with a new deskmate, and everyone was chatting happily.
Tan Mo was the only one who became more silent and gloomy.
He raised his head and looked at one seat as usual, but the person sitting there was no longer Qiao Lan. Instead, it was a tall and strong boy.
Qiao Lan sat by the door, and Tan Mo sat on the diagonal.
Qiao Lan became the person who was the furthest away from Tan Mo in the classroom.
There were so many students in the middle, and the tall and strong boy blocked Tan Mo's line of sight.
He couldn't see Qiao Lan's back.
The pen in his hand scratched the paper and left a long mark on the book, but Tan Mo didn't notice it at all.
In a trance, the last class ended. The students who stood up were taller, and he couldn't see anything. When he could finally see, Tan Mo saw that Qiao Lan was still sitting in her seat, reading.
Tan Mo, who was about to leave, paused.
Tan Mo couldn't figure out why he didn't leave. Why did he stay here?
He didn't want to think about the reasons behind it. He stared at Qiao Lan, who was now very far away from him.
The phone in his clothes vibrated. It was a call from Uncle Chen, who picked him up every day. Tan Mo looked at the phone and hung up. He replied to Uncle Chen and asked him to wait.
School ended at 5: 20 pm. At 5: 40 pm, Qiao Lan finally put down the pen in her hand and let out a sigh of relief.
She unconsciously turned back to look in Tan Mo's direction. When she turned back, she remembered that Tan Mo should have left by now.
But when she looked back, she found that Tan Mo was still there. Not only was he there, but the pale and weak boy in the wheelchair was also staring at her.
His eyes were always emotionless, but even though they were so far away, Qiao Lan felt that his gaze was too hot.
Qiao Lan was about to leave, but she hesitated for a moment and stopped.
Ever since Tan Mo said that he didn't want to sit at the same table with her, Qiao Lan's enthusiasm had been somewhat dampened. She didn't know how to continue communicating with Tan Mo. She even doubted that her one-sided initiative was really appropriate.
She thought that she was close to him, but to Tan Mo, it was just irritating and disturbing.
But … Qiao Lan lowered her eyes slightly. When she raised her head again, Tan Mo had already looked away. He rolled his wheelchair out of the classroom. His cold back made it seem like the burning gaze just now was fake.
Qiao Lan grabbed her bag and chased after him.
"Tan Mo," Qiao Lan called out to Tan Mo.
The boy in the wheelchair stopped. The setting sun fell on his pale and thin cheeks. His voice was indifferent and distant. "What?"
"You …"
What were you looking at just now?
What did you want to do just now?
In the end, Qiao Lan didn't ask anything. She was sure that even Tan Mo didn't know.
"Tan Mo, do you like to be alone?"
"Yes."
"Don't you like people to be too close to you?"
"Yes."
"Do you hate people to be too close to you?"
"Yes."
Qiao Lan was silent.
Tan Mo stared at Qiao Lan closely. Why did she ask this? Why did she ask such irrelevant questions? Why didn't she continue to ask?
Qiao Lan didn't ask.
Tan Mo stared at Qiao Lan's dark eyes and asked the question that had annoyed him all day. "Why didn't you sit with Chen Yaoyang?"
Qiao Lan was stunned. She probably didn't understand why Chen Yaoyang was mentioned, but she still answered honestly.
"Because I didn't want to."
Didn't want to?
Why not?
Then who did you want to sit with?
Didn't you get first place for him?
Tan Mo didn't ask, but Qiao Lan understood Tan Mo's question.
"I didn't want to, because I hate him," Qiao Lan said. Then, as if she was joking with herself, she said, "I wanted to sit with you, but the teacher said you didn't want to."
Tan Mo suddenly raised his head and looked at her.
However, there was still no expression on his face. Qiao Lan looked down at him and stopped smiling.
"Tan Mo, I didn't know you would dislike him so much. I didn't mean to make you feel so uncomfortable. I'm sorry, I won't do it again. I won't bother you anymore."
She looked at Tan Mo and smiled gently. It was the same smile as in the past. However, this smile was different from the smile in her memory. It was no longer the same.
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