Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

Qiao Lan approached the classroom with sugar in her pocket, always feeling that the atmosphere in the classroom was a bit wrong today.

But I didn't think much about it. Maybe it was because there was a physical education class in the afternoon, and everyone was more excited. After all, the two previous physical education classes were changed to self-study because of the rain.

The sun is shining bright today.

The physical education class is the last in the afternoon.

After the second class was over, the classmates rushed downstairs one by one, Qiao Lan tidied up her things and glanced back habitually. Tan Mo hid herself in a small shadow behind the wall and lowered her head. Incompatible with the lively classroom.

Qiao Lan packed up the books and slowly went downstairs. The playground was just across the road from the right side of the teaching building. The students were chatting together and the sports committee was calling everyone to form a team.

The physical education teacher also knew that the students wanted to play ball. After organizing the students to do a few sports, they disbanded. The students cheered and rushed onto the court.

After Song Yao and the team disbanded, they turned to find Qiao Lan.

She has been a little wondering what to do these days.

She took Qiao Lan to play together at the beginning, although her friends didn't like Qiao Lan, even Chen Yaoyang also said that Qiao Lan is not what she looks like, but she has deep thoughts, so she should stay away from Qiao Lan.

Song Yao was very embarrassed, especially after Qiao Lan had a quarrel with her close friends. Song Yao was even more difficult. If she took the initiative to ask Qiao Lan to play together now, her good friends would definitely be unhappy.

But as soon as I turned my head, I saw Qiao Lan standing alone, and she couldn't bear it. She was entangled in asking Qiao Lan to play together, so she was dragged away by the girl who was playing with her.

"Why are you in a daze, Yaoyang and the others are going to play!"

Song Yao's thoughts were instantly taken away by Chen Yaoyang's name, and when she turned her head again, Qiao Lan was gone.

Maybe Chen Yaoyang and the others played.

Song Yao actually knows that Qiao Lan likes Chen Yaoyang, but there are too many people who like Chen Yaoyang. She has been used to it since she was young, and she even knows the few who have played well with her. Friends also like Chen Yaoyang.

The stadium is very lively today.

Boys play and girls watch. Even students from other classes ran to watch the game today, mainly because of two people.

One is Chen Yaoyang and the other is Hao Ying.

Because of his handsome appearance, Chen Yaoyang won the first grade in the first monthly exam and became a star in the school. Hao Ying was a star when he entered the school, just because Hao Ying had a star face. He and a very popular actor at the time looked very similar to each other. When the report was first made, even the seniors in the second and third year of high school came to see him.

So the two people got together to play, and soon there was a circle of people around the court. Qiao Lan went around the crowded court and went into the elementary school building silently and returned to the classroom.

She was not in the mood to watch a bunch of high school students play, and she didn't have a tendency to stand there and be mocked as a live target, so she might as well go back to the classroom to read.

The classroom was very quiet, only Tan Mo was reading.

All the classmates went to the playground for physical education, and he was the only one in the classroom.

Tan Mo likes to be alone, there is no other people around, there is no messy sound, it is a rare relaxation for Tan Mo, when he is alone, he reads faster than usual, and he will not be nervous.

Prolonged high-intensity concentration and maintaining a vigilant posture can be exhausting physically and mentally.

But the next moment, clear footsteps stepped into the classroom, making Tan Mo suddenly stiff.

somebody is coming.

He suddenly raised his head and recognized the person coming to the classroom through the long forehead.

It was the girl who kept greeting him.

But after being warned by him to stay away from him last time, she never said good morning or good afternoon to him.

He guessed it would be so, and he should be so.

If it is good intentions, after he refuses again and again, he should also give up. If it is malicious, he should also retreat after being aware of it.

But since he has given up, why do he appear here again?

Why is it here, why can I still smile at him like the previous few times.

How could it be good intentions? Even his biological father chose to shake his hand after being rejected several times, let alone such a stranger.

Is it malicious, right?

Because she said that humiliating him a few days ago, because she hasn't achieved her goal yet, so she insists on it again and again. What does she want to do?What does she want?

He lowered his head, guessing what she would do, but he couldn't help thinking about what she could do even if she wanted to.

He doesn't have the ability to resist, or even the ability to stand up.

All the sounds around him were clearer than usual. He could hear the girl's footsteps getting closer and closer, and the sound of the chair pulling away...Finally, the sound of opening the book gently.

The surroundings returned to calm again.

Tan Moyan raised his head.

The girl who had just approached the classroom, sat in her place, lowered her head, and wrote something with a pen in her hand.

She did not approach him, she returned to her seat.

She didn't do anything, she didn't show any malice, Tan Mo unconsciously squeezed the pen in her hand, and his gaze fell straight on the girl sitting in front of her, as if she wanted to find something from her.

The tip of the pen touched the paper leaving a slight rustle, quiet and calm.

Tan Mo still stared at her, and if Qiao Lan turned her head, she could see the almost suffocating gaze.

In fact, when she first entered the classroom, she wanted to approach and greet Tan Mo, but found that Tan Mo was very nervous.

Thinking of the content in the previous information, Qiao Lan gave up approaching Tan Mo, and finally just smiled at Tan Mo and returned to her seat.

Qiao Lan did the question very seriously, Tan Mo stared at Qiao Lan more seriously, Qiao Lan turned her back to him, and could not see his unscrupulously probing eyes.

As time passed, the sun began to drift to the west, and the sun lay on its side into the classroom, illuminating the shadow of Tan Mo that was originally blocked by the wall.

Tan Mo's desk was gradually covered with sunlight, shining on the opened book, faintly stinging Tan Mo's eyes.

He is not very able to adapt to strong lights, if it is brighter, his eyes will even be a little unclear.

He set his gaze on Qiao Lan again, but when he looked over, Qiao Lan's body looked a little unreal, and his eyes seemed to be covered with black shadow.

My eyes hurt even more.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened it, he stretched out his hand to pull the curtain not far away, but it was a little far away. He moved the wheelchair forward, but he couldn't help it.

Qiao Lan heard a little movement while doing the question. After turning around, she found that Tan Mo's pale hands were holding the curtains, but because the distance was a little far away, the curtains could only make a slight noise.

Qiao Lan noticed that half of Tan Mo's body had been exposed to the sun.

He is afraid of light.

Qiao Lan discovered another secret.

After hesitating for a while, Qiao Lan gently pushed the chair and stood up. Tan Mo's sensitive hearing heard the sound for an instant, and the hand holding the curtain trembled and froze.

He heard her pull the chair away, the sound of footsteps getting closer and closer to him.

I raised my head stiffly and watched her come to my eyes, walked to the window, closed the window and stretched out the curtains.

All the dazzling light was hidden behind the curtains for an instant, and the space belonging to Tanmo regained its previous brightness, and Shirze's unreal vision stimulated by the sun gradually returned to normal.

He saw the corners of her lips gently raised, and the dark eyes staring at him seriously.

Her pupils are really dark.

But if Tan Mo can read the eyes of others like a normal person, then he can see the slight smile hidden in these dark eyes.

Tan Mo was still tight, but the feeling of tightness seemed to be different from just now.

Tan Mo lowered his head and raised his head again after the other party said "I'm sorry".

The dark-eyed girl sat on the chair in front of her, her sight was level with him, "I'm sorry", the girl said, "I just wanted to talk to you that day. I was really sorry to offend you, but I really didn't mean it. ."

Tan Mo fixedly looked at her without speaking.

Qiao Lan paused, reached out and touched his pocket, and finally took out a lollipop and put it on his table, "I really didn't mean it, can you forgive me."

Tan Mo still looked at her, still not speaking.

Although I knew it would be difficult to get close to Tan Mo, Qiao Lan was still a little disappointed. Tan Mo was still very resistant to her, sighed silently, looked back at the time, and the get out of class was over in five minutes. , She has to go down to assemble.

"I have to go down and gather." Qiao Lan stood up, turned and walked towards the door, and after two steps, she turned and said, "Tan Mo, goodbye."

Tan Mo was hidden in the shadow behind the wall, motionless.

It wasn't until Qiao Lan's figure disappeared and the sound of footsteps disappeared that he dropped his sight on the sugar on the table.

He never eats candy.

After a long silence, he picked up the sugar, turned the wheelchair and slowly moved to Qiao Lan's seat, and slowly put the sugar on Qiao Lan's table.

On the table is the physics paper that Qiao Lan has not finished just now. Most of it has been written, and there are still a few questions that have not been completed, and the finished part is empty.

She will not make it out on purpose.

Tan Mo stared at the question for less than twenty seconds, then turned around blankly.

He can figure out the answer to this question in his head in just twenty seconds.

He knew all this knowledge when he was twelve years old, but she couldn't make it out.

That's stupid.

Stupid beyond imagination.

Would such a stupid person really try to lie to him again and again just to humiliate him?

Tan Mo paused while holding the wheelchair.

After a long silence, Tan Mo turned the wheelchair back to Qiao Lan's seat, opened Qiao Lan's book, remembered the name on the book, and finally took the candy that he had just returned back in his hand.