A gloomy young man with an excessively pale face got out of the car proudly. He was very eye-catching.

Especially after he entered the western restaurant, everyone recognized him immediately.

They heard that he was Mr. Feng's son. Qiao Lan, who was in charge of his table yesterday, earned more than a thousand yuan in one night.

However, the young man seemed to have blocked out everyone after he came in. His gloomy eyes only saw Qiao Lan.

He specifically asked Qiao Lan to order.

Qiao Lan walked to Tan Mo with an order book under the envious gazes of the other people in the restaurant. He lowered his head and looked at Tan Mo's slender and fair fingers randomly ordering on the menu.

He didn't order the dishes he liked, only the expensive ones.

Qiao Lan was speechless.

Although he knew that Tan Mo wouldn't be short of money in his life even if he was so extravagant, he wouldn't spend money like this no matter how rich he was.

Tan Mo ordered a lot of dishes in an unusually calm tone. Qiao Lan's pen poked on the book for a long time, but he didn't write anything. Uncle Chen, who was sitting on the other side, noticed that something was wrong. He looked at Tan Mo and then at Qiao Lan. He was in deep thought and didn't say anything.

After Tan Mo finished ordering, he looked up and saw Qiao Lan staring at him. "That's all."

Tan Mo was stunned and then suddenly panicked.

Why was he staring at him?

What did he do wrong?

Guessing other people's thoughts was something Tan Mo wasn't good at.

He wasn't like other people who could guess other people's thoughts based on their expressions and eyes. Tan Mo met Qiao Lan's dark eyes. His fingers holding the menu tightened uncontrollably.

Qiao Lan stared at Tan Mo silently for a long time. Finally, he moved his eyes away and took the menu from Tan Mo's hand.

"It's too much," Qiao Lan said. He quickly turned the menu to the second page. "For the main dish, I recommend this Iced Skate with Caviar, Black Truffle Artichoke Soup, and a serving of spring vegetables. Is that okay?"

Tan Mo didn't eat much after ordering so many dishes yesterday. These were the dishes that Tan Mo had ordered yesterday. Relatively speaking, he had eaten a lot.

Tan Mo didn't say anything again. The muscles on his face twitched. "It's not enough."

These dishes didn't even add up to a thousand yuan.

"It's definitely enough." Qiao Lan confirmed seriously. "We ordered too much. It'll be a waste if we can't finish it."

This was the logic that Tan Mo could understand. After staring at the menu for quite a while, Tan Mo pushed the menu in front of Elder Chen, "Order."

.........

Flattered.

What about him?

Uncle Chen had lived for decades, and he had already seen through the ways of the world. Today, Tan Mo's unusual and sudden request to eat here was enough to surprise him. After that, he asked this little girl to order more dishes, and she was stubborn to order more, and she even ordered the expensive dishes …

Uncle Chen hadn't figured out the reason yet, but he had already figured out how to satisfy Tan Mo.

He quickly ordered a few expensive dishes and said cheerfully, "I have a big appetite. I eat a lot."

Qiao Lan was speechless.

The menu in his hand started to burn again.

When all the dishes had been served, Uncle Chen kept looking at Tan Mo while eating his own food.

Tan Mo didn't have a big appetite because of his health. He was also very sensitive to the taste of some ingredients, so he was very picky.

However, Tan Mo seemed to like the three dishes served by this little girl because Tan Mo actually finished all of them.

Uncle Chen had taken care of Tan Mo for a long time. He knew that if Tan Mo didn't like something, he would never eat more than a bite because his body couldn't take it. But since Tan Mo finished, it meant that the dishes that this little girl ordered for Tan Mo were all very suitable for Tan Mo.

Hiss …

Uncle Chen didn't ask until the two of them finished eating, paid the bill, and pushed Tan Mo away. Uncle Chen glanced at Qiao Lan, who was still busy, and asked Tan Mo, "Aren't you going to say goodbye before you leave?"

Tan Mo looked up. "What do you want me to say?"

Uncle Chen: "Goodbye?"

"She's very busy."

Uncle Chen was speechless.

He shouldn't think for Tan Mo like a normal person who understood the ways of the world. Tan Mo didn't understand these things. He only understood the simplest logic.

Because she was very busy, there was no need to say goodbye.

Uncle Chen sighed and pushed Tan Mo out of the restaurant. Then, he got into the car.

The car slowly slid out. Uncle Chen thought for a long time before he said hesitantly, "Young Master, the little girl who ordered for us just now, do you … know her?"

"Yes." Tan Mo looked at the bright lights outside the window.

"Oh." Uncle Chen nodded. "… Did you meet her by chance while eating?"

"Classmate."

Classmate?

Uncle Chen was slightly surprised.

Tan Mo's classmate?

So this little girl was still studying?

If she was studying, why did she come out to work?

The reason was simple. She had to go to school and work. There could only be one reason. This little girl's family situation wasn't very good.

So Tan Mo specially came here, specifically picked the more expensive dishes, and even asked him to give him a tip, just to help her?

But why did he help her?

If she was just a classmate, there was no need to go to this extent. Uncle Chen suddenly thought of the candy that Tan Mo had always put on the table. Suddenly, he connected the dots.

Tan Mo was never like a human, not like a normal person. He was like a machine, without feelings or mood swings.

Tan Mo probably didn't feel anything, but Uncle Chen couldn't suppress his excitement.

"Young Master …" Uncle Chen deliberated and patiently guided Tan Mo to think. "Why do you want to help this classmate?"

"Because she needs money."

"What does her lack of money have to do with you?"

"I don't need money."

Uncle Chen was speechless.

With a perfect logical relationship, there was nothing wrong with his reasoning. However, when he thought about it carefully, there were loopholes. Uncle Chen didn't give up and continued to guide him. "Young Master, there are too many people in this world who need money. Just now, when we passed by the overpass, there were beggars who needed money. In the restaurant just now, there were people who needed money even more than that little girl.

"No." Tan Mo didn't even need to think about it.

"So, why did you only help that little girl?" Uncle Chen glanced at the rearview mirror. The young man who had been looking out the window finally turned around. He seemed to be momentarily stunned by the question. After a long time, he answered.

"I don't know them."

Would you help them if you knew them?

Uncle Chen didn't think so.

He knew Tan Mo too well. In the past, there were people who approached Tan Mo with good intentions, but in the end, they all failed because of Tan Mo's indifference. For so many years, Tan Mo had never communicated with people of his age. This little girl was the first person of his age who could communicate normally with Tan Mo.

Uncle Chen didn't think too far ahead.

For Tan Mo, it was already a great relief to have a normal friend who could improve a little bit.

However … Although Tan Mo was unusually smart, he was a complete blank when it came to the ways of the world. It was difficult for him to distinguish good from bad. Uncle Chen still needed to understand this little girl a little. If she didn't have a good character, he didn't want her as a friend.

Qiao Lan didn't know that Uncle Chen had given Tan Mo a simple thought. She was still very busy. Every night, when she finished working, it was almost 11 pm. She would go home and do her homework. Every day, her schedule was full.

Because the time after school was taken up, she could only work harder during the day after class. Pei Ning looked at her with fear and trepidation.

He felt that he was already serious enough, but compared to Qiao Lan's hard work, there was still a big gap.

Pei Ning could see how hard Qiao Lan was working. Naturally, Chen Yaoyang, who was less than a meter away, could also see it.

In order to surpass her, did she really have to go to this extent?

But if she was already working so hard, why did she take the initiative to ask the homeroom teacher to not sit with him?

It had been almost a week since the change of seats, but Chen Yaoyang still couldn't figure out this problem. In the past week, Qiao Lan, her new deskmate, and the students behind her could communicate normally, but she didn't talk to him, who was sitting on the left.

It was too deliberate. That was abnormal.

Was she really playing hard to get?

Qiao Lan had gone overboard with her indulgence.

The morning self-study was language self-study, which was also the homeroom teacher's self-study class. After walking around the classroom for a while, he suddenly announced a decision.

It was about the change of seats.

The main problem was Chen Yaoyang's problem.

Chen Yaoyang was too tall. With such a tall person sitting in the first row, the students behind him couldn't see the blackboard clearly. However, it wasn't good to move Chen Yaoyang to the back alone, so the homeroom teacher came up with another idea.

"From next week onwards, we will rotate in every group and every row. The groups and groups will move to the right, and the rows and rows will move forward."

In other words, the students in the first group would be moved to the second group, and the second group would be moved to the third group. As for the seats, the second row would be moved to the first row, and the first row would be moved to the last row. They would change every week.

Students loved novelty, so they naturally clapped their hands in approval of this change.

Qiao Lan was also very happy.

Because she would be moving to the first group next week, and Chen Yaoyang would continue to stay in the fourth group. Finally, she could stay far away from Chen Yaoyang.

Moreover, Qiao Lan realized that all the students' seats changed, but Tan Mo seemed to always be sitting in the last row of the first group. So, when the seats changed next week, she would be able to sit in front of Tan Mo?

Qiao Lan's eyes lit up. She looked back and saw that Tan Mo hadn't arrived yet.

When she thought of Tan Mo, Qiao Lan felt a little puzzled.

Ever since Tan Mo came to the western restaurant once, he would bring the old man here every night. In just a few days, Qiao Lan's commission and tips were more than a month's salary.

Even if Qiao Lan was a fool, she still understood Tan Mo's intention.

Because he knew that she was short of money, and she didn't want to take his money, Tan Mo used this method to give her money.

If it were someone else, Qiao Lan would definitely think that this person was trying to woo her.

But if this person was Tan Mo, she couldn't think that way. Tan Mo was like a simple and stubborn child. He was just helping her.

Qiao Lan suddenly felt a little sad.

In fact, she didn't do anything. She just said good morning to Tan Mo a few times and gave him a candy. But Tan Mo gave her back much more than she did.

Because there was no light in life, as long as someone was a little bit nicer to him, he would cherish it.

But this kind of Tan Mo never talked to her at school. He even told her not to talk to him.

Why?

In the western restaurant, she stood in front of Tan Mo and helped him cut the steak. But in school, when she was just cleaning and passing by him, Tan Mo looked like he was facing a great enemy.

Qiao Lan originally wanted to find a chance to talk to Tan Mo. After all, eating at the western restaurant every day cost a lot, and Tan Mo's health condition shouldn't allow him to eat these kinds of things every day.

But Qiao Lan was very busy at the western restaurant. When she wanted to talk to Tan Mo at school, Tan Mo told her to stay away from him.

Tan Mo was too weak, whether it was mentally or physically. If it was something that he was very resistant to, Qiao Lan didn't dare to insist. Looking back at Tan Mo, who was still sitting in the last row silently, Qiao Lan helplessly leaned on the table.

She felt that something was wrong as she leaned on the table.

That night, Qiao Lan asked for leave from the boss because she wasn't feeling well. She didn't go to work, but went straight home.

When she got home, she hugged the hot water bottle and fell asleep. After she felt a little better, she remembered that she didn't tell Tan Mo that she didn't go to work today.

But she didn't have Tan Mo's contact information.

She could only hope that Tan Mo didn't go to the western restaurant today.

But Tan Mo still went.

He went to the western restaurant as usual, but he didn't find any trace of Qiao Lan.

Tan Mo came every day recently. Everyone in the western restaurant knew him. Every time he ordered food from Qiao Lan, he ordered a lot of food. All the waiters in the restaurant were envious of Qiao Lan, especially Meng Xue.

But Qiao Lan didn't come today.

Meng Xue suddenly had an idea.

Although she bumped into this young man that day and made him unhappy, it had been a few days. He might have forgotten about it. And Meng Xue couldn't figure out how Qiao Lan, who was not good-looking at all, could make this young man so happy to come here.

Another girl next to her whispered, "He's here to look for Qiao Lan again, right?"

"Of course," someone said, "Eating is fake. Looking at Qiao Lan every day is his real purpose."

"Should we tell him that Qiao Lan didn't come today?"

"Can't other people order food just because Qiao Lan didn't come?"

Meng Xue was annoyed. She didn't believe that this young man wouldn't give her face when she went over with a smile.

Looking at the confident Meng Xue, the girl next to her wanted to pull her back, but she was stopped by another person. She rolled her eyes at Meng Xue's back.

She remembered that she just wanted to help this young man push his wheelchair that day. The way the young man avoided her made her feel embarrassed.

Meng Xue walked over with a smile on her face. But when she was two meters away from the young man, he suddenly raised his head.

His cold gaze was like a nail that nailed Meng Xue to the ground.

Mingming was a teenager, but when Meng Xue met such a gaze, she was so scared that she didn't dare to move anymore. She forced a smile on her face. "Qiao Lan asked for leave today. I'll be in charge of ordering food for you …"

"No need."

Tan Mo turned his wheelchair and was about to leave.

Meng Xue hurried forward. "It's just a meal. I can …"

"Get lost!"

The young man's body suddenly tensed up and he said coldly. Uncle Chen, who had just parked his car and rushed over, was shocked when he heard the commotion. After asking for the reason, he looked at Meng Xue unhappily and pushed Tan Mo out of the western restaurant.

Meng Xue's face turned from white to red. She was burning hot. The waiters behind her who were watching the show almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

"I told you that he came for Qiao Lan. Why did he have to rush over to get scolded?"

"Sigh, I'm envious. If someone chased me like this, I definitely wouldn't be able to last three days."

Meng Xue turned around with an extremely ugly expression. "What's there to be envious of? He's a disabled person. He might even be a lunatic. Even if he was given to me, I wouldn't like him." After saying that, she turned around and left.

The few of them looked at each other.

Although it was a bit unpleasant to say that he was a lunatic, there was indeed something wrong with this young man.

However, Meng Xue's behavior of rushing to get close to him and turning hostile and speaking ill of him was still not acceptable.

The few of them chatted for a while more before leaving.

After leaving the western restaurant, Tan Mo remained silent. Uncle Chen thought about it and said, "Should I call the teacher and ask?"

"No," Uncle Chen said helplessly.

"Maybe something happened at home. When you go to school next week, you can ask her why she didn't come today."

Today was Friday. After the weekend, next Monday, he could ask Qiao Lan why she didn't come.

However, Uncle Chen didn't know that Tan Mo didn't talk to Qiao Lan in school.

Tan Mo pursed his lips and lowered his eyelashes.

Last week, Tan Mo occasionally heard a few classmates talking about Qiao Lan and him.

They said that Qiao Lan was alienated by the girls in class because she spoke up for him.

Later, because Qiao Lan took the initiative to greet him, some classmates even laughed at her.

"Qiao Lan must be sick. She greets Tan Mo every day."

If he was sick, people who talked to him or had anything to do with him would also be called sick.

He wasn't normal, so Qiao Lan also wasn't normal when she talked to him.

Therefore, Tan Mo wasn't at school and didn't respond to Qiao Lan in places where other people knew Qiao Lan.

Moreover, he felt that things were already very good now. He could even talk in the western restaurant. Occasionally, Qiao Lan would also come to the classroom during physical education.

However, what Tan Mo didn't expect was that suddenly, the distance between him and Qiao Lan could be reduced to only a table and a chair.

The weekend passed and Monday arrived. As soon as they arrived in the classroom, the excited students moved their tables and started to change seats. Qiao Lan moved to the second last row of the first group.

Tan Mo entered the classroom as usual. When he looked up, he saw Qiao Lan sitting in front of him.