Regardless of whether it was Qiao Lan or Tan Mo, they were all supporting characters. There wasn't much mention of them in the book.
However, because Qiao Lan had the same name as her, and because she especially liked Tan Mo's character, Qiao Lan paid more attention to the plot of these two people than the main characters. Now that the surrounding students were joking around, and everyone was calling Tan Mo crazy, idiot, and crazy, Qiao Lan felt that it was indescribably harsh.
After she finished writing the last letter of the essay, the class bell finally rang. Chen Yaoyang, Qin Yang, and the other boys who were playing around finally returned to their seats. The slightly balding teacher entered the classroom after the bell rang. As soon as he entered, he shouted in a particularly deep voice and went straight to the students in the first row of the first group.
"Take out all the newspapers." He rolled up the textbooks in his hands and started to check them one by one.
"How many times have I told you?! Draw out the answers in the text for reading comprehension. It's useless to say it every day … Who are you going to report to if you only write a few lines of essays? Are you going to study for me? "
Lao Liu scolded as he checked. Qin Yang slowly picked up the newspaper on the table and glanced at it. As a result, his face turned green.
The newspaper was clean, and there wasn't a single question written on it.
Qiao Lan actually didn't write one for him!
Qin Yang was so angry that he immediately turned his head and glared at Qiao Lan.
Qiao Lan didn't see Qin Yang's face turn red, but Qiao Lan's deskmate saw it. She secretly nudged Qiao Lan's arm to remind her. Qiao Lan raised her head and saw Qin Yang's murderous gaze. She immediately gave Qin Yang a look that said "you're an idiot". After that, she didn't look at Qin Yang anymore.
Qin Yang was shocked. 'F * ck, is Qiao Lan mocking me???'
If it weren't for the teacher's presence, Qin Yang would have rushed over and hit Qiao Lan.
Qin Yang's deskmate was also surprised. Usually, Qiao Lan would rush to please this group of people in the class. Today, he was a bit strange, but he did not lose his mind like Qin Yang. He urged Qin Yang, "Don't worry about that. Hurry up and copy. Lao Liu will be here soon."
Only then did Qin Yang come to his senses. He glared at Qiao Lan fiercely before picking up his pen and frantically copying down the answers.
As he copied, he couldn't help but curse Qiao Lan. It was all because of Qiao Lan! After class, he had to …
Just as she was thinking about this, the newspaper in front of her was taken away by Lao Liu.
When Lao Liu inspected the other students, he only glanced at them. He didn't expect that he would inspect Qin Yang so carefully. Qin Yang was stunned.
Lao Liu flipped the newspaper left and right. After a few seconds of silence, he exploded.
"Put two ticks on the cloze question. What's wrong? You just copied it? Why didn't you write the reading comprehension answer behind the question? Are you blind at such a young age? You're so arrogant when you copy the answer. Do you really think I didn't see it? Do you think I didn't see it when you copied the essay? Do you think I'm a fool or blind?! You're tall and strong, but you don't have any skills. You might as well stand on the field and shine a few pounds of oil. Once you've spent all your parents' money, you can find a crooked tree and hang yourself. Get the hell out of here and stand at the back! "
Qiao Lan almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
No wonder the students were scared to death when this teacher was mentioned. The speed of his speech was like a machine gun. Being scolded like this was simply embarrassing.
Comfortable.
After Lao Liu finished scolding Qin Yang, he didn't scold anyone else. When it came to Tan Mo, he only glanced at Tan Mo and directly skipped over him.
No one treated Tan Mo as a normal person.
Tan Mo didn't have any reaction to this. He was hidden in the shadow of the wall. His slightly long hair covered his eyes. Qiao Lan could only see his sharp chin. He was too thin and too pale.
Qiao Lan withdrew his gaze and ignored Qin Yang's murderous glare from behind him. He listened to Lao Liu's class seriously.
Although Lao Liu had a bad temper, his class was really good. The English class ended quickly without much feeling.
After class, Qiao Lan looked at the class schedule. He put away the English textbook and looked for the math book under the table. Just as he touched the corner of the book, a shadow covered him. The few girls who were talking next to him lowered their voices. Qiao Lan turned around and saw Qin Yang with a fierce face.
Qiao Lan took out the math book. "What are you doing?"
F * ck, why are you still asking me? Qin Yang's eyebrows were raised.
He was scolded and punished to stand. Now you still have the face to ask me what I'm doing?
"I asked you to write the newspaper. Didn't you hear me?"
"Did I agree?"
Chen Yaoyang, Song Yao, and the others who were sitting in front all looked over in surprise when they heard this. Qin Yang was stunned. He was so angry that he felt even more ashamed. "You f * cking say that again?"
"Are you deaf? Move, don't block the way. "Qiao Lan stood up. She was going to put the books in the backpack at the back of the classroom.
Qin Yang, who had just stood up, grabbed the books in Qiao Lan's hand and threw them out. The books hit the wall at the back of the classroom heavily.
A book flew straight towards Tan Mo. It hit Tan Mo's leg and fell to the ground.
The class suddenly became quiet. Qiao Lan suddenly remembered the description of Tan Mo's condition in the original novel.
People with Asperger's disease were particularly sensitive to touch. They would even have an overreaction. The feeling of touching a foreign object on their skin would make them feel painful and uneasy.
Qiao Lan's heart tightened. She pushed Qin Yang away and walked towards Tan Mo. Qin Yang scolded behind her, "What the f * ck is this? Do you really think you're something just because Song Yao brought you around? If it wasn't for your pitifulness, who the f * ck would want you …"
Qiao Lan turned a deaf ear. She quickly walked to Tan Mo's side and picked up the books at Tan Mo's feet. She looked up at the young man in front of her and asked him carefully.
"Are you okay?"
The young man didn't seem to see or hear anything. He didn't have the slightest reaction. He sat in front of the table like a statue. His school uniform was covered in dust and blood. His pale and thin fingers were holding a pen and writing something. There was a book on the table. His body didn't move at all.
Qiao Lan stood up and squatted down a little. She was at the same level as Tan Mo. "I'm sorry."
The pen in Tan Mo's hand finally stopped for a moment. He raised his head slightly. In an instant, Qiao Lan met Tan Mo's eyes, which were covered by slightly long hair.
But that was it. He lowered his head again and still didn't say anything.
Qiao Lan didn't disturb him anymore. She stood up and quickly glanced at Tan Mo's table.
It wasn't a textbook. It was densely packed with words, mixed with symbols and formulas that didn't belong to high school knowledge.
Qiao Lan recognized the formula. It was the indefinite integral of calculus, the Newton-Leibniz formula.
Qiao Lan had just learned this before she transmigrated into the book.
Qin Yang originally wanted to teach Qiao Lan a lesson, but he didn't expect that Qiao Lan, who was used to pleasing him, would do something today.
Qin Yang couldn't stand it anymore. He cursed in the classroom for nearly ten minutes. In the end, he said something ruthless. "Don't f * cking regret it. Don't expect us to take you with us in the future!"
Qiao Lan didn't take such a childish threat seriously. She had seen this kind of threat when she was in elementary school. Moreover, Qiao Lan didn't want the "friendship" that she gained by humbly pleasing others. Moreover, Qiao Lan didn't want to have anything to do with these people.
Especially Chen Yaoyang.
Thinking of Chen Yaoyang's undisguised disgust for her today, Qiao Lan didn't understand what the Qiao Lan in the book liked about him. Was it self-abuse?
She reached into her schoolbag and took out a few Alps lollipops. She was speechless.
It turned out that Qiao Lan really bought lollipops.
Qiao Lan didn't even understand Qiao Lan's brain circuit.
If she put these thoughts of pleasing others into her studies, she wouldn't do so badly in every exam. Her family was poor, and she didn't look good. No wonder she was disliked by others.
If she wanted to be liked and accepted by others, she had to have something to shine.
Qin Yang unilaterally thought that Qiao Lan deliberately didn't give him face. He called on his good friends and girls who were close to him to isolate Qiao Lan unknowingly.
Qiao Lan was pleased to hear the crowd badmouthing Chen Yaoyang. They said that her looks weren't even one-tenth of Song Yao's, but she still had the nerve to like Chen Yaoyang. She didn't see how much Chen Yaoyang disliked her. It was only because Song Yao was kind that she helped her …
Qin Yang was excited. He couldn't wait to see Qiao Lan being alienated by her good friends and having to apologize to him.
However, when he turned his head, he saw Qiao Lan stuffing a lollipop into her mouth.
F * ck!
Qin Yang's mood, which had just eased up, suddenly disappeared.
Qiao Lan didn't have time to deal with Qin Yang. She chewed the lollipop in her mouth and went to the bathroom. When she came back, she saw the homeroom teacher entering the classroom. When she came out, Tan Mo slowly followed the homeroom teacher in his wheelchair.
'What are they going to do?'
Qiao Lan stared at Tan Mo's back for a while before entering the classroom again. As soon as she entered, she heard the students in the class talking about Tan Mo.
"Why did Old Mu bring him there?"
"Who knows," someone said. "I'm really impressed by Old Mu. His temper is f * cking good. If I were Old Mu, I wouldn't care about him."
"Old Mu is the reincarnation of the Holy Father. He's overflowing with love. Every time he gets scolded, he still goes up to him eagerly …"
"Isn't it just overflowing with love? He's disabled and mentally ill. He shouldn't be more concerned about him."
The students all laughed. A boy said, "He's really crazy. Sometimes he looks quite normal."
"Even if he's crazy, he won't always be crazy," a short girl interrupted. "The last time I was cleaning, I accidentally touched his arm. I didn't do it on purpose. In the end, he pushed me out and I almost fell. He's really crazy."
Qiao Lan's pen paused in her hand.
It wasn't like that.
That was because he had Asperger's disease. His skin was too sensitive. The so-called gentle touch of a normal person was a shock that normal people would not understand.
"Didn't I sit at the same table with him for a few days? I even talked to him a few times. It scared me to death."
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" The students were excited and angry.
"When you talk to him, he stares straight at you. His eyeballs don't even move. It's so creepy. Also, sometimes his hand would tremble when he held the pen …"
"Isn't that epilepsy?"
"F * ck, he's still holding a pen and writing. Does he know how to do that?"
He knows, of course he knows. Qiao Lan thought of the calculus book he saw on Tan Mo's desk today.
Although Asperger's disease would cause people to be autistic and lose their basic social functions, this group of people's IQ and memory were indeed far superior to others. Tan Mo was even more so.
He stared straight at a person, not because he wanted to do something, but because he could not read other people's emotions. He just wanted to understand the other person's meaning.
As for the trembling fingers … That was post-traumatic stress disorder left over from the car accident. An autistic child who had Asperger's disease since he was young had witnessed the death of his mother in a car accident. After his legs were paralyzed, he would never recover from the pain.
He was already pitiful enough, but no one had ever pitied him. They called him a lunatic, an idiot, and a psychopath. They used the most vicious ridicule of their age to provoke this young man who was already on the verge of breaking down over and over again.
There was even a girl beside him who was talking about her so-called experience. She said that she occasionally saw Tan Mo holding a pen and writing randomly like a three-year-old child. She also said that she once saw Tan Mo foolishly drooling.
"F * ck, drooling!"
"F * ck, he's really a f * cking idiot."
"Why do you think his parents sent him here?"
In the classroom, the students talked and laughed. Idiot, lunatic, and such words drilled into Qiao Lan's ears over and over again. Qiao Lan could not stand it anymore and looked at the girl who was spreading rumors.
"Are you done?"
The girl was stunned for a moment, then she screamed, "Qiao Lan, are you crazy?!"
"You're not crazy just because you spread rumors?"
The girl's face turned pale, and she changed the topic while cursing, "Thank goodness I helped you when Qin Yang scolded you today. You took my kindness as ill intent …"
The surrounding students looked at the girl, then looked at Qiao Lan. No one knew what they were thinking about, but they gradually dispersed.
When class was about to start, Tan Mo finally came back. His injured hand was wrapped in gauze. Qiao Lan glanced at it, then turned her head and caught a glimpse of her deskmate who pretended to unintentionally move her desk a little further away.
In the afternoon, Qiao Lan clearly felt that she was being isolated. The girls who had taken the initiative to talk to her before were now completely ignoring her.
Qiao Lan's heart did not waver. She did not even know the names of these people, so why would she care about these things?
After school in the afternoon, the students poured out of the classroom. Qiao Lan put the homework she had to do today into her bag. Just as she was about to leave, she turned her head and saw Tan Mo again.
He was still sitting in the last row, writing something with his head down. The students who passed by craned their necks to take a look. They probably thought that he was scribbling like a three-year-old child.
Qiao Lan sat back down. It was not until there were only a few people left in the classroom and the noisy shouting in the corridor that Tan Mo finally moved.
He pushed the wheelchair and silently turned it out of the classroom, out of the corridor, and finally stopped at the disabled passageway.
The cut on his hand was still very painful. The phone was also very painful when it was stuck in the wheel. In front of him was such a level disabled passageway. Tan Mo silently clenched his fingers. After pausing for nearly ten seconds, he finally put his hand back on the wheel of the wheelchair.
Just as the wheelchair moved, it was grabbed by someone. Someone grabbed the back of the wheelchair and slowly pushed it down the disabled passageway.
Tan Mo suddenly turned his head. His voice was filled with fear and anger.
"Let go!"
The person behind him did not let go. He only let go after pushing the wheelchair to a level place. Then, he turned around and left without saying a word.
Tan Mo's hands were tightly clasped on the wheelchair. His already pale skin became even paler. He sat silently in the wheelchair and stared at the person's back.
He remembered this person.
Not long ago, she stood in front of him and asked if he was okay.
Also, she said, "I'm sorry."
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