Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

"If you ignore me, no one will care about me."

This kind of coquettish remark was hidden in the noisy discussion of the surrounding students, and finally penetrated into Tan Mo's heart heavily.

Every day, he kept this distance carefully, not willing to pull Qiao Lan into the dark and muddy area because of him, but Qiao Lan walked in by himself.

She stood on his side in front of everyone. After all, she let him talk tragically. She asked him to take care of her, but Tan Mo thought, in fact, every moment of every day, he wants to be the same as Peining. Talk to her unscrupulously.

How could he really ignore her.

But he still couldn't understand why she did it, why she could do it.

What is he worth her to do.

Tan Mo couldn't understand.

He has always had the mentality of having to understand everything, whether in life or studying, but now, Tan Mo suddenly doesn't want to understand.

It is so important.

It seems not.

He raised his head and faced Qiao Lan, unable to understand the smile in Qiao Lan's eyes, but he could see the curvature of her lips.

Tan Mo suddenly wanted to laugh. He had never laughed before, but he wanted to give this girl a smile.

But what a smile should be like, Tan Mo doesn’t know. He is not like a normal person who can smile without thinking at all. He needs to look at the smile on the girl’s lips in front of him and think in his heart which muscles of the face should be moved. , And finally imitated a somewhat nondescript smile.

This imitation is very poor.

There was no smile in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes would not rise. Only the corners of the lips made a faintly discernible arc, which looked strange in the eyes of others, but Qiao Lan understood.

She remembered a sentence she had read. For people with Asperger's disease, starting to imitate it was their first step to get close to someone.

Qiao Lan's eyes softened, her chin lying on her arm, her eyes falling on the book torn by him, "Can you tell me what book it is now?"

The surrounding discussion continued, and Tan Mo didn't even need to look up to know how many people were looking here curiously.

But Qiao Lan didn't look at them or care about them. She looked at him and asked him what book it was.

Tan Mo closed the book, revealing the cover of the book, and then turned the book to face Qiao Lan, pursing his lips, as if after a difficult ideological struggle, he was finally audible with the people around him. The voice said,

"Classic electrodynamics."

Qiao Lan's eyes suddenly became sore.

Tan Mo finally spoke, and finally spoke to her in front of so many people.

She put her hand on the book and looked up at his eyes, "Then can I take a look."

Without thinking this time, Tan Mo nodded immediately.

Qiao Lan opened the catalog and turned the back. Pure English, Qiao Lan's English is still very good, and she can score more than one hundred points in the sixth level of the naked test. But looking at the book in front of her, she read it in one sentence. A lot of unknown words.

Too many technical terms.

Qiao Lan sighed, turned the book back to face Tan Mo again, and looked at him, "I can't understand", probably because he wants to make Tan Mo talk more, "You can tell me about this book. What happened?"

Tan Mo was about to speak subconsciously, but the moment he spoke, he suddenly thought of something and took it back.

People with Asperger’s disease have a very obvious characteristic. They are passionate about certain things or interests. So when talking about the part that they are more interested in, they often talk about it regardless of whether others are willing to listen. Don't care about the mood of others.

In other words, because they find it interesting, they take it for granted that others find it interesting too, and they can’t understand the impatience on the listener’s face, so they don’t realize what they just said, which is just for others. A kind of noise.

Once at ten, because the IQ was so high, when the rest of the children were still calculating one-dimensional linear equations, he could already understand definite integral and indefinite integral by himself.

He insisted on telling other children about the mathematics he knew, but other people didn’t understand Tan Mo, who was already bullied. After showing his superior IQ, he became even more out of place. Rejected by peers.

Later, his mother advised him time and time again, if there is something really interesting, go home and tell her not to tell others.

But later his mother passed away in a car accident, Tan Mo no longer had anyone who could listen to him, nor did he tell anyone else. As he got older, he also gradually understood that other people were not willing to listen. He speaks.

But now Qiao Lan took the initiative to ask him that Tan Mo's fingers on the book tightened unconsciously. After a long time, he finally said, "This is a book by American physicist Jackson, divided into two volumes. This is the first volume. The main content of the first volume is traditional electromagnetic theory, including electrostatics, magnetostatics, electromagnetic fields that change with time, Maxwell's equations, etc., and discusses various macro-electromagnetic phenomena using Maxwell's equations..."

Qiao Lan admitted that she did not understand anything, and the various rankings in it were all astronomical to her.

But she could hear Tan Mo's stumbling and stumbling from the beginning, and then it was very smooth afterwards.

Tan Mo was always expressionless, and his unusually pale face and long hair that covered his eyes made people always notice his weirdness for the first time and never saw his facial features clearly.

It was the first time that Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo so close, and when he saw what he liked, his light brown eyes showed a different look, and the young boy's already outstanding facial features seemed to become vivid in an instant. .

Qiao Lan found out that the boy's appearance was also exceptionally good-looking.

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That night, Uncle Chen was still preparing to let Tan Mo stay in the car and go to the Western restaurant to buy things by himself, but Tan Mo said, "I will go too."

reconciled?Stop arguing?

A lot of entries popped out of Uncle Chen's mind, but he didn't ask much. He took the wheelchair out of the car with a smile, and pushed Tan Mo into the western restaurant.

This time, Meng Xue finally would not be boring anymore. The others in the restaurant were used to the daily patronage of Tan Mo and Uncle Chen, and when they saw Tan Mo came in, they called Qiao Lan to order.

Seeing Qiao Lan walking past, several girls couldn't help sighing.

"Why didn't this Young Master Tan give Qiao Lan money directly?"

"What's the point of that", another humane said, "Oh, really, if someone treats me like this, even if it's really disabled, but if I can do it like this, I will be moved by the disability or not."

"Qiao Lan seems to be only sixteen years old, alas, people's sixteen years old, ours sixteen years old."

"Shut up, you are twenty-six..."

Several people burst into laughter, and the western restaurant was softly lit, and water dripped on the glass.

With the pattering sound, it's raining.

Qiao Lan brought up the dishes one by one. Tan Mo wanted a small steak today.

"I'll cut it for you." Tan Mo held the knife and fork for a while, then handed it to Qiao Lan. He sat quietly and watched Qiao Lan expertly divide into two, and then into four.

Uncle Chen, who was sitting opposite, could not help slowing down his eating speed.

Tan Mo didn't like the approach of others, even Mr. Tan would avoid him very far every time he came, but now this little girl named Qiao Lan is standing beside Tan Mo, her sleeves even rubbing against Tan Mo's shoulders from time to time .

But he didn't hide, staring fixedly at Qiao Lan's hands. After a long while, there was a thunderstorm outside the window, and then he looked out the window as if he was awakened.

"It's raining."

Tan Mo said suddenly.

Uncle Chen also glanced out, and subconsciously answered, "Yes", it's raining, "It's quite heavy..."

When he turned his head, he found that Tan Mo didn't look at him at all. He raised his head and looked at Qiao Lan who was cutting steak.

It's raining, I didn't say it to him at all, they said it to Qiao Lan.

Uncle Chen:...

Even Uncle Chen didn't react, let alone Qiao Lan. The "passionate" Uncle Chen looked at Qiao Lan who didn't even realize it, and after a little guessing, he said what Tan Mo hadn't finished.

"It's raining, it's quite heavy, Miss Qiao, how can you get back later?"

Qiao Lan was called by Miss Qiao and hurriedly said, "Just call me Qiao Lan." After the steak was finally cut, she handed the knife and fork to Tan Mo again, and said, "I'm getting off work early. It’s no longer anymore.” After finishing speaking, he glanced at Tan Mo, who was wearing thin clothes, “Are you cold?”

Tan Mo took the knife and fork that Qiao Lan had taken the temperature of Qiao Lan's finger, and took a bite silently, "It's not cold."

If it still rains then.

She has just recovered from the cold for three days.

Chen Boyue was surprised.

Something must have happened today.

After Qiao Lan left, Tan Mo put down his knife and fork, took out his phone and looked at it for a long time, "It will keep raining tonight."

Uncle Chen thought for a while and said, "In that case, I'll take you back first. If it still rains afterwards, I'll take another trip to take Miss Qiao back, okay."

Looking at the heavy rain outside the window, Tan Mo nodded and took another bite of steak.

"it is good."

After closing the bill as usual, Uncle Chen asked casually as if he was chatting while pushing Tan Mo out, "Miss Qiao still has classes during the day. Will this work at night affect her study?"

Qiao Lan smiled, "It's not too busy in high school, it's okay."

"What time will you usually be busy?"

"You can leave work at eleven."

Chen Bo nodded happily, Qiao Lan didn't notice anything, and escorted the two out of the western restaurant. The girl standing in the lighted area smiled and waved her hand as she did during school, "Tan Mo, goodbye."

Tan Mo looked back at her, "See you tomorrow."

Thunder flashed outside the window, and the rain was getting heavier. It was not like Qiao Lan said it might be a shower. Because of the heavy rain, there were a lot fewer customers in the store than usual. Qiao Lan and the others were also free, Qiao Lan You can even take a look at the text to be recited tomorrow.

The others stood at the door, watching the heavy rain outside the window, and began to worry about how to get back. The bus was gone, and now it is difficult to get a taxi.

A few girls twittered and asked everyone who had an umbrella, so they could walk together if they dropped in.

After eleven o'clock, there were really no customers in the shop. Everyone closed the shop and walked out. Everyone shivered in the cold night. Meng Xue saw Qiao Lan without an umbrella and wearing a thin school uniform.

He couldn't hold his mouth again, "Why, you still need to walk back with us..."

As soon as the words fell, the car hidden in the dark on the side of the road turned on its lights, the door opened, and Chen Bo opened the umbrella and walked over, handed the other umbrella in his hand to Qiao Lan, and smiled, "Master let me send you. Come back home."