How could Qiao Lan get everything right?!
Qiao Lan's English was not good. Every time she was given homework, she would just blindly copy it. She would never do homework that was not written down, like memorizing text and vocabulary.
This morning, Qiao Lan even asked her which unit to dictate. She clearly didn't even know where to start.
But now, she actually got everything right!
Not only did she get all the words in this unit correct, but she also got all the words in the previous units correct. Even the words that she got wrong, Qiao Lan got everything right.
So Qiao Lan already knew which unit to dictate and had already memorized the words. She even pretended that she didn't memorize them and asked her!
She remembered the thoughts in her heart when she deliberately ignored Qiao Lan this morning. At this moment, other than the burning pain on her face, she hated Qiao Lan even more for pretending to make her lose face.
Lao Liu was very happy that Qiao Lan suddenly changed her attitude and praised Qiao Lan for a long time. When he turned around and saw Qin Yang glaring at Qiao Lan with an unreadable expression, Lao Liu immediately became angry again.
"What are you looking at? Look at what she wrote. Look at what you wrote. You got 14 out of 23 words wrong. Even a pig is smarter than you. You still have the face to look? Get down and copy the words! Except for Qiao Lan, everyone else has to copy the wrong words 100 times. When you're done, bring them to me for inspection! "
Her deskmate's face became even darker.
It was reasonable to say that she had already written very well, but because of Qiao Lan, even she was punished. When she returned to her seat with a dark face, she probably fainted from anger. She probably thought that Qiao Lan was still the same Qiao Lan who was easy to bully. Without thinking, she questioned Qiao Lan, "I thought you didn't memorize it?"
Qiao Lan leisurely flipped a page of her book.
What did you say? The wind is too strong, I can't hear you.
F * ck! Qiao Lan actually pretended not to hear her and ignored her?
Her deskmate was shocked. Her face turned green with anger.
Wasn't she just praised by Lao Liu? Did she really want to go to heaven? Fine, fine, fine. She was ignoring her. The group of people around Song Yao had already made up their minds to reject Qiao Lan. Now that she had angered her, let's wait and see who would regret it in the future!
After the self-study session, Qiao Lan's deskmate ran off to look for her close friends. They gathered together and talked about something. As they talked, they kept glancing at Qiao Lan. The students sitting around them could hear the girls talking about Qiao Lan's disguise.
. "" What's with the pretense? Who doesn't know what kind of person she is? "The more they talked, the more excited they became." Only Song Yao is kind and pitiful. "
"Yeah, yeah. Song Yao treats her so well. She doesn't thank Song Yao at all. She actually likes Chen Yaoyang. How can she be so shameless?"
"Yeah. She likes Chen Yaoyang. How can Chen Yaoyang like her? If I were Song Yao, wouldn't I be disgusted by her?"
The silent boy sitting next to her didn't know what to think.
Chen Yaoyang's grades were the best in the grade and he was so handsome. Ten percent of the girls in the class liked him. These girls who scolded Qiao Lan said a few days ago that Chen Yaoyang liked her a lot.
They all like Chen Yaoyang. Why aren't you disgusted?
However, no matter how much she complained in her heart, she was an introvert after all. She didn't dare to say it out loud. She just thought that if there was a chance in the future, she should change seats with her current deskmate.
Qiao Lan's deskmate took advantage of the break and gathered a bunch of Avengers. Qiao Lan was ostracized even more. Qiao Lan didn't have any reaction to this. She went to the bathroom. When she came back, she happened to see Tan Mo, who had just entered the classroom in a wheelchair.
Tan Mo's school uniform was clean again. There was a new bandage wrapped around his hand. His head was lowered as usual. He was silent and lifeless.
Qiao Lan thought for a while and quickened her pace to walk up.
She remembered that Asperger's Disease was a little different from ordinary autism. Autism was a rejection and alienation, but Asperger's Disease was a desire for friendship. It was just that social misunderstandings often backfired.
The crowd coming and going made Tan Mo uncontrollably nervous. His muscles became stiff, and his emotions became very uneasy.
When he was still living with his mother in the United States, his mother had taken him to see a psychiatrist. After the psychiatrist had a certain understanding of him, he said to his mother, "When your child is in front of a crowd, the pressure he feels increases in proportion to the number of people present."
He was only about ten years old at the time, but he already understood the meaning of the increase. He quickly used mathematical formulas and geometric figures in his mind to calculate what the psychiatrist meant. When two people interacted, there was only one connection. When three people interacted, there would be three connections. When four people interacted, there would be six connections. When five people interacted, there would be ten connections.
At this time, there were so many connections around him that it was impossible to count them. No one could see the high intensity of tension and anxiety that he was facing under his silent and deathly still face.
Under such circumstances, even when someone called his name, Tan Mo subconsciously thought that he had misheard.
Until that voice called him again. Tan Mo's hearing surpassed that of others, and he immediately recognized the direction of the voice.
He raised his head and saw the girl who had apologized to him yesterday and pushed his wheelchair. She was standing 1.5 meters away from him and looking at him with a smile.
"Good morning," the girl said.
Tan Mo's slender white fingers gripped the wheelchair tightly. His amber eyes stared at Qiao Lan. The muscles on his face seemed to have died, and there was not a trace of expression on his face.
He could tell that this was a simple greeting. He was no longer like when he was young and couldn't tell whether a person was crying or laughing. Now, he could be sure that the girl in front of him was smiling at him.
But that was it.
There were many kinds of smiles: a small smile, a cold smile, a bitter smile, a big laugh, a mocking smile, and so on. As a normal person grew older and more experienced, they would be able to understand the meaning behind these expressions on their own. However, Tan Mo couldn't.
Tan Mo had once looked up the meaning of every word in the dictionary, but his Asperger's Disease still made him unable to distinguish between them. He used a long time to simply distinguish between a smile and a big laugh. He also remembered the facial expressions of people when they were smiling and laughing.
When his mother took a picture of him, she asked him to smile. She told him that a smile was a slight smile. The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he could even show a little bit of his teeth. As for a big laugh, it was because someone had laughed so hard that they cried.
The girl in front of him was smiling at him.
However, when he remembered the expression behind the smile, Tan Mo lowered his head again. He was like a machine that had received a wrong command. After a short moment of discernment, he returned to his usual silence.
He remembered that when he was seven years old, the boy next door talked to him in a very friendly manner. He had a smile on his face. However, the next moment, the boy pushed him violently. He hit the hard concrete floor. As blood flowed down his cheeks, he could only hear his mother's voice calling his name in the distance, and the boy's undisguised laughter.
He also remembered that when he was ten years old, his classmates who often laughed at him and called him a fool came to him. They told him that they were very ashamed of their past teasing him. They asked him if he was willing to accept their apology. He forgave them. They gave him a bottle of soda. He opened the bottle, but a crazy wasp flew out of it.
This kind of teasing and bullying never stopped. The other children usually took pleasure in it.
They all said that he was a fool because he was tricked again and again. However, he couldn't do anything about it. Asperger's Disease caused his eyes to be covered with a layer of fog when he faced people. He couldn't distinguish between malice and kindness. He couldn't distinguish between good and bad people. He couldn't distinguish between help and teasing. This was because all teasing started with the deception of "kind help."
In the end, whether it was kindness or malice, he categorized them all as malice. He no longer trusted anyone other than his mother. This way, he wouldn't be chased anymore, and he wouldn't feel the pain of being hurt every time he trusted someone.
Therefore, he still lowered his head and silently passed by Qiao Lan. He didn't give her any reaction.
No one would like him, and no one would treat him kindly.
He was born a mental lunatic. He was an abandoned defective product.
And a defective product..
Was destined to be accepted by no one.
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