"If you continue to ignore me, then no one will."

These coquettish and coquettish words were hidden in the noisy discussions of the surrounding students. In the end, they heavily chiseled into Tan Mo's heart.

Every day, he carefully maintained this distance. He didn't want to drag Qiao Lan into the dark and muddy area because of him. But Qiao Lan walked in on her own.

She stood on his side in front of everyone. Not only that, she even pitifully asked him to talk to her. She asked him to pay attention to her. But Tan Mo thought to himself that every day, every moment, he actually wanted to talk to her without any scruples, just like Pei Ning.

How could he really ignore her?

But he still couldn't understand why she would do this. Why would she do this? Why would she do this?

What did he have that made her do this?

Tan Mo couldn't figure it out.

He always had the mentality that he had to figure out everything, whether it was in life or in school. But now, Tan Mo suddenly didn't want to figure it out.

Was it that important?

It didn't seem to be.

He raised his head and looked into Qiao Lan's eyes. He didn't understand the smile in Qiao Lan's eyes, but he understood the curve of her lips.

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

But Tan Mo didn't know how to smile. He wasn't like a normal person who could smile without thinking. He needed to look at the smile on the girl's lips in front of him and think about which facial muscles to move. Finally, he imitated a somewhat nondescript smile.

This imitation was very bad.

There was no smile in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes didn't rise. Only the curve of his lips could be seen. In other people's eyes, it looked very strange, but Qiao Lan understood.

She remembered a sentence she had read before. For people with Asperger's disease, starting to imitate was the first step they took to get closer to a person.

Qiao Lan's gaze softened. She rested her chin on her arm and looked at the torn book. "Can you tell me what book this is now?"

The discussion around them continued. Tan Mo didn't even need to raise his head to know how many people were curiously looking in their direction.

But Qiao Lan didn't look at them, nor did she care about them. She looked at him and asked what book it was.

Tan Mo closed the book to reveal the cover. Then he turned the book to face Qiao Lan. He pursed his lips, as if he had gone through a difficult mental struggle, and finally said in a voice that could be heard by the people around them.

"Classical Electrodynamics."

Qiao Lan suddenly felt her eyes sting.

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

She placed her hand on the book and looked up into his eyes. "Can I have a look?"

This time, without thinking, Tan Mo immediately nodded.

Qiao Lan opened the table of contents and flipped to the back of the book. It was all in English. Qiao Lan's English was pretty good. Even if she took the CET-6 test, she could still score more than 100 marks. However, when she looked at the book in front of her, she couldn't understand a single word.

There were too many technical terms.

Qiao Lan sighed and turned the book back to face Tan Mo. She looked at him and said, "I don't understand." She probably wanted Tan Mo to talk more. "Can you tell me what this book is about?"

Tan Mo was about to speak, but the moment he opened his mouth, he suddenly thought of something and stopped.

People with Asperger's disease had a very obvious characteristic. They were passionate about specific things or interests. So when they talked about something they were more interested in, they often didn't care if others were willing to listen or not. They would continue to talk about it without hesitation. They didn't care about other people's feelings at all.

Or it could be said that because they found it interesting, they naturally thought that other people found it interesting as well. They couldn't understand the impatience on the faces of the listeners, so they didn't realize that what they had just said was just noise to other people.

When he was ten years old, because of his high IQ, he could already understand definite and indefinite integrals on his own while other children were still calculating linear equations.

He stubbornly wanted to talk about the mathematics he knew with other children, but other people couldn't understand. Tan Mo, who was already bullied, became even more out of place after he showed his high IQ. He was ostracized by his peers.

Later, his mother told him again and again that if there was something he was really interested in, he should tell her when he got home. Don't tell other people.

However, after his mother passed away in a car accident, Tan Mo no longer had anyone who could listen to him talk about these things. He didn't tell other people either. As he slowly grew older, he gradually understood that other people didn't want to listen to him.

But now that Qiao Lan took the initiative to ask him, Tan Mo's fingers unconsciously tightened on the book. After a long time, he finally opened his mouth and said, "This is a book by the American physicist Michael Jackson. It's divided into two volumes. This is the first volume. The first volume is mainly about traditional electromagnetic theory, including electrostatics, magnetostatics, electromagnetic fields that change with time, Maxwell's equations, and so on. It also discusses various macroscopic electromagnetic phenomena using Maxwell's equations..."

Qiao Lan admitted that she didn't understand anything. The various rankings in the book were all astronomical to her.

However, she could tell that Tan Mo was stumbling at the beginning, but he was speaking very fluently towards the end.

Tan Mo had always been expressionless, and his unusually pale face and long hair that covered his eyes made people notice his strangeness at the first moment. No one could see his facial features clearly.

It was the first time that Qiao Lan had seen Tan Mo so closely. When he talked about the things he liked, his light brown eyes showed a different kind of expression. The young man's outstanding facial features seemed to become more vivid in an instant.

Qiao Lan then realized that the young man's appearance was also very handsome.

That night, Uncle Chen prepared to let Tan Mo stay in the car as he did the previous few days. He went to the western restaurant to buy things. However, Tan Mo said, "I'll go too."

They made up?

They didn't quarrel anymore?

In an instant, a lot of words popped up in 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.

Meng Xue finally didn't ask for a rebuff this time. The other people in the restaurant had long been used to Tan Mo and Uncle Chen's daily visits. When they saw Tan Mo come in, they called Qiao Lan to order food.

Looking at Qiao Lan's back as she walked away, the girls couldn't help but sigh.

"Why don't you think this Young Master Feng just give Qiao Lan money?"

"What's the point of that?" another person said. "Sigh, really. If someone treated me like this, even if he was really disabled, he could still do this. Disabled or not, I would be moved."

"Qiao Lan seems to be only 16 years old. Sigh, other people are 16 years old, we are 16 years old."

"Shut up, you are already 26 years old …"

The few of them roared with laughter. The western restaurant was filled with soft light, and the glass was dripping with water.

The sound of pattering could be heard. It was raining.

Qiao Lan served the dishes one by one. Tan Mo ordered a small steak today.

"Let me cut it for you." Tan Mo held the knife and fork and hesitated for a moment. Then, he handed it to Qiao Lan. He sat at the side and quietly watched Qiao Lan skillfully cut it into two, then four.

Uncle Chen, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't help but slow down his eating speed.

Tan Mo didn't like people getting close to him. Every time Mr. Feng came, Tan Mo would stay far away. But now, this little girl named Qiao Lan was standing beside Tan Mo. Her sleeves even rubbed against Tan Mo's shoulders from time to time.

However, he didn't avoid it. His eyes were fixed on Qiao Lan's hands. After a long while, there was a sudden clap of thunder outside the window. Only then did he look out of the window as if he was awakened.

"It's raining."

Tan Mo suddenly said.

Uncle Chen also looked out and subconsciously answered, "Yes, it's raining." It's raining quite heavily … "

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

The words "It's raining" were not said to him at all. They were said to Qiao Lan.

Uncle Chen was speechless.

Even Uncle Chen didn't react, let alone Qiao Lan. Uncle Chen, who was "thinking too much," looked at Qiao Lan, who didn't realize it at all. After guessing for a while, he finished Tan Mo's words.

"It's raining quite heavily. Miss Qiao, how are you going to go back later?"

Qiao Lan was startled by the way he called her Miss Qiao. She hurriedly said, "Just call me Qiao Lan." When she finally finished cutting the steak, she handed the knife and fork back to Tan Mo and said, "It's still early for me to get off work. It shouldn't be raining by then." After she finished speaking, she looked at Tan Mo again. Tan Mo was wearing very thin clothes. "Are you cold?"

Tan Mo held the knife and fork that Qiao Lan had taken from him. It was still warm from Qiao Lan's fingers. He silently took a bite and said, "I'm not cold."

What if it was raining by then?

She had just recovered from her cold less than three days ago.

Uncle Chen was even more 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's going to keep raining tonight."

Uncle Chen thought for a while and said, "How about this? I'll take you back first. If it's still raining later, I'll take Miss Qiao back. Is that okay?"

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

"Okay."

After paying the bill as usual, Uncle Chen pushed Tan Mo out of the restaurant. He casually asked, "Miss Qiao has classes during the day. If you work so hard at night, will it affect your studies?"

Qiao Lan smiled and said, "It's not too busy in the first year of high school. It's okay."

"What time do you usually work until?"

"I can get off work at 11 o'clock."

Uncle Chen nodded happily. Qiao Lan didn't notice anything and walked the two of them out of the restaurant. The girl standing in the light smiled and waved her hand just like she did when school was over. "Goodbye, Tan Mo."

Tan Mo looked back and glanced at her. "See you tomorrow."

Outside the window, lightning flashed and thunder roared. The rain was getting heavier, unlike what Qiao Lan had said. Because of the heavy rain, there were fewer customers in the restaurant than usual. Qiao Lan's group was also free. Qiao Lan even took the opportunity to read the text that she had to memorize the next day.

The rest of the people stood at the door and looked at the heavy rain outside the window. They began to worry about how to go back. There were no more buses, and it was difficult to get a taxi now.

A few girls chattered and asked if anyone had an umbrella and if it was on the way, they could walk together.

After 11 o'clock, there were no more customers in the restaurant. After everyone finished cleaning up, they closed the restaurant and walked out. The night rain was so cold that everyone shivered. Meng Xue saw Qiao Lan without an umbrella and wearing a thin school uniform at first glance.

She couldn't help but ask, "Why? Do you need to walk back with us?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the lights of a car hidden in the darkness by the road turned on. The car door opened and Uncle Chen came over with an umbrella. He handed the other umbrella in his hand to Qiao Lan and smiled. "Young Master asked me to take you home."