He could ask the homeroom teacher. Last time, the homeroom teacher had asked him. As long as he asked, he could sit with Qiao Lan right away.

However, Tan Mo didn't want to do that.

Whether it was the world or the class, Tan Mo had his own rules. Even small things like changing seats had his own rules and methods.

Last time, Qiao Lan had asked him why he didn't take the exam. However, he felt that it had nothing to do with whether he took the exam or not. But now, Tan Mo had found the connection.

Qiao Lan was also not very happy about changing seats.

Chen Yaoyang sat on her left again, further away from Tan Mo.

Last week, because they sat very close to each other, Qiao Lan could clearly feel that Tan Mo's speech had improved. However, a week later, they changed seats again. She couldn't just turn around and talk to Tan Mo.

She turned around and glanced at the girl sitting in front of Tan Mo. She pulled the table and stool very close to the front, purposely creating a large space between Tan Mo and herself.

Qiao Lan stared at the girl for a long time before finally looking away.

Qiao Lan often found it hard to understand Tan Mo's actions at the moment. Sometimes, she even misunderstood them. However, after some time, Qiao Lan could roughly figure out what Tan Mo meant.

For example, last time, Tan Mo ignored her because she asked for water. Tan Mo would talk to her in a western restaurant in Mingming, but he suddenly became mute when they arrived at school.

Tan Mo's way of thinking was different from ordinary people. Sometimes, it was difficult to understand him. However, there was one thing that was relatively simple: no matter what Tan Mo was thinking, he would never have evil thoughts. In other words, whatever he did, he would never harm her. In fact, he would even do it for her own good.

When she thought of this, Qiao Lan felt angry and sad. That was why people thought Tan Mo was scary. In fact, his heart was purer and purer than anyone else's.

Following this train of thought, Qiao Lan finally understood why Tan Mo didn't talk to her in class. Or rather, why he didn't talk to her in front of the other students.

He was worried that the people here would alienate her or slander her because she was close to him.

Qiao Lan's eyes were a little sore again.

She really wasn't a sentimental person. The number of times she cried in her previous life could be counted with two fingers.......... grew like a weed for twenty years....... Now when she saw this young man.. the softest part....

. and there was such a person in this world.

Pei Ning was explaining a question to Qiao Lan. Suddenly, she realized that Qiao Lan was in a daze. Pei Ning glanced over and realized that Qiao Lan was in a daze.

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Pei Ning grabbed Qiao Lan's arm. "I don't know how to answer this question. Let me see …"

Qiao Lan couldn't help but turn to look at Tan Mo. However, she met Tan Mo's eyes. His beautiful, light-colored eyes stared at her quietly for a long time. Then, he lowered his head again.

Qiao Lan felt that she was hallucinating. The moment Tan Mo lowered his head, she felt like she could feel the sadness in Tan Mo's eyes. It was mixed with the indifference of being abandoned by the whole world.

Qiao Lan's fingers trembled. Suddenly, she shook off Pei Ning's hand, which was still holding her arm. Pei Ning asked her in surprise. Qiao Lan was stunned.

She didn't know what was wrong with her.

She just had a feeling that Tan Mo didn't like Pei Ning being so close to her.

"It's okay." Qiao Lan lowered her eyes and whispered, "You still don't know how to answer it?"

"It's too difficult. What should I do? I have to hand it in later." Qiao Lan didn't know how to answer a question that even Pei Ning, who was comparable to Chen Yaoyang in physics and chemistry, didn't know how to answer. She lowered her head and looked at the question on the paper. After a while, she stood up and walked to Tan Mo's seat with the paper in her hand.

The class had just ended. The students in front of Tan Mo weren't in their seats. Qiao Lan walked over and sat in the seat in front of Tan Mo. She pulled the chair, which was originally very far away from Tan Mo, to a seat very close to Tan Mo. She didn't care about the gazes that fell on her in unison.

Tan Mo had already seen Qiao Lan walking over. The hand that was holding the pen tightened uncontrollably. He saw Qiao Lan sitting in the seat in front of him again.

Why did she come over? Wasn't she talking to Pei Ning? Pei Ning's hand was even on her arm.

Tan Mo couldn't control the inexplicable and unsettling feeling that welled up in his heart.

He saw Qiao Lan talking to Pei Ning. He felt that to Qiao Lan, he was no different from Pei Ning. No, there was still a difference. He couldn't be compared to Pei Ning at all. After he left Qiao Lan, he was in so much pain. However, Qiao Lan was still talking to others and smiling at others.

Even though he had already decided to occupy Pei Ning's seat, every minute and every second was incomparably difficult for him.

It was like a candle flame that had broken into the darkness. It was getting further and further away from him bit by bit. He wasn't sure if the candle flame would still light up for him if he chased in the direction in which it went.

For normal people, sometimes they would feel insecure. However, for Tan Mo, he didn't feel secure at all.

But now that Qiao Lan was here again, Tan Mo's irrepressible frustration and uneasiness seemed to have found an outlet in an instant. He stared at the letters on the book for a long time. He couldn't help but look up at Qiao Lan and ask her what she was doing here.

Qiao Lan placed the paper on the table and turned it around to face Tan Mo. "I'm here to ask you a question. No matter how hard I try, I can't solve this question. Tan Mo, you must know how to do it."

Tan Mo's cold gaze shifted from Qiao Lan's face to the back of Pei Ning's head. "You can ask him."

Qiao Lan followed Tan Mo's gaze and glanced back. "It's too difficult. Pei Ning doesn't know how to do it."

So she asked Pei Ning first. Pei Ning didn't know how to do it, so she came to ask him.

Tan Mo lowered his head and looked at the overly simple question in front of him. He looked back at the book in front of him. "I don't know how to do it either."

He definitely knew how to do it.

Qiao Lan had done her research. The book Tan Mo was reading a few days ago was difficult even for college students. If he could understand that kind of book, how could he not know how to do a physics question in the first year of high school?

He didn't want to.

That cold and sad gaze just now wasn't an illusion at all.

"Okay, you don't know how to do it either. Forget it."

Tan Mo's body stiffened again after hearing this.

Just like that … forget it? Was she going to leave again?

Qiao Lan took back the paper. She didn't leave. She leaned back on the chair again and said in a light voice, "Anyway, the question is incidental."

Tan Mo was stunned. His eyelashes fluttered slightly. Incidental?

Qiao Lan smiled. "I mainly wanted to talk to you. Since you didn't take the initiative to talk to me, I could only come to you and ask you how to do this question."

The candle flame that was gradually moving away from the darkness came back again.

Tan Mo looked at the smile on the girl's face. His fingers trembled slightly. After a while, he said, "Give it to me."

"What?" Qiao Lan didn't react for a moment.

"The paper."

Qiao Lan was stunned. Then she smiled. "Help me take a look. It's just this question. It's so difficult."

Tan Mo picked up the pen. In less than ten seconds, the tip of the pen fell on the paper and a string of words quickly appeared.

This was the first time Qiao Lan saw Tan Mo write. His writing was very fast and his handwriting was clear and beautiful. He didn't seem to need to think, but he was decisive and confident. Qiao Lan suddenly felt that the young man in front of her was glowing.

Qiao Lan looked at the slender and pale hand holding the pen and sighed. "Tan Mo, your fingers are so beautiful."

Tan Mo's fingers trembled.

What's so beautiful about a pair of sickly white hands?

He finished writing the last word.

Tan Mo handed the paper back to Qiao Lan. "Class is about to start."

Qiao Lan chuckled. "I'll leave right away." She took the paper and stood up. She put the chair back in its original position and returned to her seat.

Many students in the class who were staring at her looked at each other and shook their heads in the end.

"Why did he go over when he changed seats?"

"What are they talking about?"

"Am I seeing things? Tan Mo is writing?"

"Maybe Qiao Lan is playing with him. If he can write, then I can get first place in the grade."

Pei Ning, who had been studying with her head, didn't notice what was happening. She only knew that Qiao Lan had left her seat for a while. When she came back, she actually solved the question that she hadn't been able to solve.

"You solved it?"

He also solved it. Pei Ning glanced at her paper and found that her answer was different from Qiao Lan's.

"I made a mistake," Pei Ning said. "I think so."

Qiao Lan refused to correct her. "I think I'm right."

After each of them had their own opinions, they didn't correct their answers. After handing in the paper, the physics class started again. Pei Ning looked at her own score of 0 and then at Qiao Lan's full score of 12. She was dumbfounded.

She pulled Qiao Lan's paper and looked at it for a long time. She found that something was wrong. "No … this isn't your handwriting. Did you ask someone?"

"Yes."

"Who did you ask?"

Qiao Lan looked back with a smile. "A genius."

Pei Ning: "…"

In the blink of an eye, another week had passed. When she came to school again, Qiao Lan was even further away from Tan Mo.

During class, the homeroom teacher reminded the students who were behind, "The teacher said that the seats are arranged according to the ranking, not completely according to the ranking, so students who are behind don't be discouraged. As long as you make progress, as long as the teacher can see your progress, you can still sit next to students with better grades.

Therefore, opportunities are reserved for those who are prepared. Do you understand? "

"Understood …"

After class, Li Fan and a few others gathered around Chen Yaoyang's table and teased him. "Yaoyang, do you want to go out and do some exercise?"

Chen Yaoyang was doing a question. "I'm not free right now."

"F * ck, what's wrong with you?" A few of them were shocked. They looked at Qiao Lan as if they had thought of something. "Are you going to get the first place back?"

Chen Yaoyang ignored them.

"You didn't study much before. You didn't memorize much history and politics. Just memorize a little before the exam and you'll definitely get the first place again. Do you need to be so worried?"

"Just in case."

The underachievers were silent. Perhaps they didn't understand the healthy competition between the top students.

Li Fan thought for a while and looked back at Qiao Lan who was sitting behind him. He whispered, "Actually, don't underestimate Qiao Lan too much. Last time, she scored seven points lower than Yaoyang in physics and chemistry. She also works so hard. Other than playing with Tan Mo after class, she spends most of her time reading. Moreover, she's really good at literature."

Literature, history, and politics. Normally, the gap between these three subjects wasn't too big. However, last time, Qiao Lan scored nearly 30 points higher than Chen Yaoyang in these three subjects. She scored more than 10 points higher than Song Yao, who was very good at literature. This was very scary.

Chen Yaoyang had a strong ego and didn't want to be suppressed by Qiao Lan again. It was understandable.

The underachievers sighed. Their brother was so awesome, but they weren't encouraged at all.

"Ever since Qiao Lan got the first place last time, our class has been like on steroids."

Who said otherwise? Even Chen Yaoyang started to get serious.

"I suddenly feel a little ashamed. Do you know what I saw this morning? F * ck, I saw Tan Mo reading a history textbook." Qin Yang's voice was very loud. Although he didn't shout at the top of his lungs, Qiao Lan's seat was very close to Chen Yaoyang. When she heard Tan Mo's name, she immediately stopped writing.

Qin Yang couldn't stop laughing. "Even an idiot knows how to study. Really, I think we should read some books too. F * ck, who bumped into me?"

Qiao Lan squeezed past Qin Yang expressionlessly. "Don't block the way, okay?"

Qin Yang: "…"

He was 1.9 meters tall. Standing in the aisle that was less than a meter wide, he really blocked the way.

Li Fan pulled Qin Yang back. After watching Qiao Lan walk away, he whispered, "Why do I feel like she did it on purpose?"

Qin Yang's eyes lit up. "She bumped into me on purpose?"

Li Fan saw Qin Yang's expression and knew that he was thinking too much. "You just said Tan Mo. Qiao Lan must be unhappy."

"What does Tan Mo have to do with her?"

"Who knows? Qiao Lan is protecting Tan Mo like a child." Li Fan shook his head. "Didn't she quarrel with Tang Qin because of Tan Mo?"

"If you're talking nonsense then go outside. Don't disturb me when I'm doing the questions." Chen Yaoyang frowned and told them to get lost. After Qin Yang and the others left, he put down his pen.

F * ck.

He suddenly didn't want to do it anymore.

Qiao Lan took out his notes and used a day to fill in everything he could think of that he didn't write down in the notebook.

She did bump into Qin Yang on purpose, but after that, her heart was beating a little fast.

Qin Yang's words were unpleasant, but he probably wasn't lying.

He said that Tan Mo was reading a history textbook.

Tan Mo had also read history books before. Qiao Lan saw it clearly once. It was a world history lecture book. It was very thick and very professional. Logically speaking, Tan Mo who had read that kind of book would never read a textbook.

Compared to the book he read, the content was too little.

However, Tan Mo was really reading it.

People with AS hate change. They like to follow their own plans and repeat their daily lives. Therefore, as long as there is a little difference, it must mean something else.

It was also because of this that Qiao Lan suddenly guessed something. She felt that it was unbelievable, but she couldn't help but feel happy.

What if it was true?

What if Tan Mo really decided to change?

Tan Mo didn't tell her, nor did he talk to her about this matter. Therefore, Qiao Lan couldn't ask Tan Mo.

Although she couldn't ask, she could do something else.

Tan Mo was very smart. Therefore, when it came to mathematics and physics, Qiao Lan thought of the physics questions Tan Mo solved in a few seconds that day and felt that her worries were completely unnecessary.

However, history and politics were not the same.

The more you knew, the more you knew, the more you would be able to get a high score.

Some of the answers were fixed and couldn't be found in books.

The next day, when Tan Mo came to school, he found that there were two more notebooks under his desk.

There were two big words written on the cover: Qiao Lan.

Tan Mo's heart trembled faintly. He took out the notebooks and gently opened them.

The detailed knowledge points were very complete. In order to distinguish them clearly, they were marked with different pens, as if they were afraid that he couldn't see them clearly.

One was history and the other was politics.

In fact, after he made up his mind, he had already asked Uncle Chen to make a lot of copies. Uncle Chen was very fast. The knowledge points he brought back were more complete and rich. However, looking at the notebooks in his hands, Tan Mo still couldn't bear to return them.

After reading all of them, he asked Uncle Chen to make a copy and returned it to Qiao Lan the next day.

Qiao Lan looked at the notebooks in her hands. He finished reading them just like that?

Could she have guessed wrong and Tan Mo didn't want to take this exam at all?

The second monthly exam would be in ten days. Normally, the teachers would start preparing the exam papers. However, when the class started, the head teacher told everyone a piece of bad news.

"This time, we bought the monthly exam papers of XX High School in S City. Everyone knows about XX High School, right?"

Upon hearing this, the entire class began to wail.

These days, there wasn't a student who hadn't heard of XX High School.

The college entrance examination was a top school in a big province. Every year, half of the students admitted to Tsinghua University in the province were from XX High School.

This time, after buying the test papers of this school, everyone understood a fact at the first moment.

That was, this monthly exam would be very, very difficult.

The whole class started to cry. However, there were some students who were in a relatively good mood, such as Pei Ning and Chen Yaoyang.

If the exam papers were difficult, the gap between the students would be even bigger, especially for subjects like Mathematics, Physics, and English. For the top students, these subjects were at an advantage.

In particular, the Affiliated High School had a very crazy way of doing things, which was to give 150 marks for every subject.

They took the exam papers of other students with 100 marks and changed the score of each question to 150 marks. This way, the score of each question would be better and the gap between the students would be bigger.

Qiao Lan was a little nervous.

Of course, she was still nervous about Physics.

She was not bad at Physics and could be ranked in the top five in class. However, she was not as talented as Chen Yaoyang and Pei Ning.

Qiao Lan did not want to lose to Chen Yaoyang.

In the next ten days, Qiao Lan worked even harder and learned to take shortcuts. For example, she could spare some time to study Physics in English class.

Pei Ning, who was weak in English and was always a burden, wanted to cry when he saw Qiao Lan studying Physics in English class.

Why was life so unfair? He was so serious, but he still could not catch up in English.

Qiao Lan thought for a while and said, "It can't be helped. Your foundation in English is poor."

Pei Ning was speechless.

Forget it, let's not talk about it anymore.

Qiao Lan smiled and did not say anything else. She continued to focus on her book.

When they returned home that night, Mother Qiao could not figure out what Qiao Lan was doing all day. She only came home after midnight every day.

"What are you doing all day? If you don't tell me, I'm going to ask your teacher."

Qiao Lan frowned and said, "I'm working."

Working?

Mother Qiao was stunned. "Working for what?"

Just in case, Qiao Lan thought to himself. He glanced at Mother Qiao and said with a smile, "Didn't you and Second Sister want me to go out and meet people?"

"If that's the case, then just go. Why are you still studying?" Mother Qiao said happily, but then she paused.

It was not easy for the family to have someone who was good at studying. Because Qiao Lan got first place in the grade last time, Mother Qiao finally gained some face in front of Old Lady Joe and Second Aunt Qiao. She felt that it was a pity that Qiao Lan did not study.

If he did not study, there would be nothing to show off.

Thinking of this, Mother Qiao was a little angry. Why was her son not good at studying? It would be great if her son's grades were good.

"No, you should study first." Second Sister Qiao said that she was looking for a partner for Qiao Lan, but she had not found one yet.

Qiao Lan looked at Mother Qiao with a smile. "Got it."

Every day was packed and time seemed to pass very quickly. It was so fast that it felt like there was not enough time.

The second monthly exam was scheduled for Thursday and Friday of this week. After the two days of exams, the teachers would work overtime to mark the papers. They would know the results on Monday.

It was really nerve-wracking and exciting.

On Wednesday, each class was given the exam list and pasted it on the door. Then, they pulled out all the tables and pasted the exam number on the corner of the table. They also gave each student a very crudely made 'exam ticket'.

It was actually just a piece of paper.

The students squeezed together to see if there was anyone in the same exam room as them. They chatted and laughed before dispersing.

During the exam period, there was no need for morning self-study. The exam started at eight o 'clock sharp and they just had to be in the exam room before eight o' clock.

Although there was no need to run for breakfast, most of the students still arrived at the classroom early. Qiao Lan arrived a little later. When she entered the classroom at half past seven, many students in the classroom recognized her. Some whispered, "Isn't that Qiao Lan?"

Qiao Lan placed the book on the table and left the classroom to head downstairs.

She stood under the morning light and looked into the distance. A classmate who passed by asked her what she was doing. Qiao Lan said, "Waiting for someone."

Waiting for someone?

Waiting for who?

Just as they were about to ask, Qiao Lan suddenly smiled and walked out of the classroom.

The classmate turned around and thought that he might be hallucinating.

Otherwise, why would he see Tan Mo on the exam day?

But when he looked again, there was no mistake. The person in the wheelchair was indeed Tan Mo. Qiao Lan, who had said that she was waiting for someone, was also walking over.

She said softly, "You're here."