Qiao Lan felt that she might really be a little fairer. After Uncle Chen said that she had become fairer, her classmates also said that she had become fairer when they greeted her.

Sure enough, she had been too hungry in the past. Now that she was slowly recuperating, her body was slowly getting better. Her complexion was also much better than before.

However, when she thought about her Second Sister Qiao, who had become more plump and fairer after marrying into a "rich family", and her chubby little Fatty Qiao Yuan, Qiao Lan felt that she still had a lot of room for improvement.

Thinking about the novel's description of Qiao Lan's return, Qiao Lan was really looking forward to seeing what her face would look like when she was stunned.

Could skin color really have such a big impact on a person's appearance?

However, that was all in the future. Right now, she should focus on her studies.

In the class, other than Tan Mo, Pei Ning was the closest to Qiao Lan.

After this semester, the homeroom teacher did not arrange the seats according to the seating order anymore. Because some students reported that the homeroom teacher's behavior was unfair to students with poor grades, the homeroom teacher could only give up.

Therefore, the homeroom teacher changed the seating order to students with good grades. Students with good grades could choose their own deskmates.

If the students with poor grades were popular enough, they could also sit with students with good grades.

High school students were still a little shy. There were so many people in the class who liked Chen Yaoyang and Song Yao. However, in the end, Chen Yaoyang and his best friend, Li Fan, sat together. Song Yao also sat together with her best friend.

Pei Ning also ran to sit with her roommates.

After this change, the number of male and female deskmates in the class instantly decreased by 90%. Qiao Lan and Tan Mo were 10% of them.

When the homeroom teacher had said the new seating order, Tan Mo had been nervous for a while.

He was not stupid. He had long realized that Qiao Lan was not popular in the class. Other than the students who usually greeted her, the only one she could really talk to was Pei Ning.

Therefore, Qiao Lan didn't want to sit with other people, but he might sit with Pei Ning.

He carefully glanced at Qiao Lan. Qiao Lan sat steadily in her seat, as if changing seats had nothing to do with her.

Later, Pei Ning sat at the same table with another boy.

However, even if Pei Ning sat far away, she would still come to Qiao Lan whenever she was free, even though she usually came to ask questions.

It was the end of class. Qiao Lan took out his mobile phone to search for words that he did not know. Pei Ning appeared out of nowhere. Before she could ask any questions, she saw Qiao Lan's mobile phone and exclaimed, "Oh, you bought a mobile phone?

Then save my number. "

Qiao Lan made an OK gesture, and Pei Ning reported a string of numbers. Qiao Lan recorded it on his phone.

Tan Mo stared at the name "Pei Ning" on Qiao Lan's mobile phone. His eyes darkened, and he didn't say anything.

A few days later, Qiao Lan happened to pass the mobile phone to Tan Mo for safekeeping. Tan Mo stared at the white mobile phone in his hand for a long time. Then, he opened the screen saver and found the contact list.

Qiao Lan's mobile phone didn't only have his number. In addition to Pei Ning, there were also many people that Qiao Lan knew when she was working.

The notes were arranged according to the first letter of the name. Tan Mo's surname started with "T". Although it wasn't at the end of the list, it was very far behind. At least, Pei Ning's name was in front of his.

Tan Mo pursed his lips, opened his contact list, and added a "1" in front of Tan Mo's number.

Tan Mo became "1" Tan Mo.

Then, he opened the contact list again. Tan Mo saw that his name was instantly at the top of the list, and below it was Qiao Lan's phone number.

Qiao Lan always couldn't remember his number, so she especially added "My phone number."

Tan Mo was at the top, and "My phone" was at the bottom. After looking at it for a while, Tan Mo suddenly felt the tips of his ears burning. He hurriedly locked the mobile phone and pretended that nothing had happened.

When Qiao Lan came back, she returned the mobile phone to Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan didn't find out Tan Mo's little secret. She was busy doing the physics paper.

Ever since Qiao Lan became proficient in physics, her interest in physics began to increase day by day. The best thing was that whenever she encountered a question that she didn't understand, she just had to show it to Tan Mo and he would be able to solve it. She pushed the paper to Tan Mo. Tan Mo naturally took the paper and took the pen from Qiao Lan's hand.

Qiao Lan saw the bracelet on Tan Mo's wrist.

She had spent a lot of effort to make it, so she couldn't recognize it just because it was a string of beads.

She didn't know who was so skillful. When Qiao Lan was making the peace knot, it didn't look right. But now that it was made into a bracelet, she didn't know how the ending was made, but it looked very neat. At the end of the bracelet, there was a small silver pendant on the hanging tassel.

In an instant, Qiao Lan's peace knot was upgraded by more than one level.

Qiao Lan stared at the black beads on the bracelet. "Is this bead agate?"

"No, it's obsidian." Tan Mo put down his pen and took out his phone to turn on the flashlight. He pointed it at the black bead. "When the light shines on it, the agate is still pure black, but the obsidian isn't."

Qiao Lan looked down for a long time. Under the strong light, the black bead actually had a little rainbow glow.

"It's very beautiful," Qiao Lan said.

Tan Mo thought for a while. "There's still more than half a box at home. I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"No need, no need!"

Qiao Lan quickly shut her mouth. She was just saying it casually. If this continued, Qiao Lan wouldn't dare to say anything in front of Tan Mo.

She was afraid that Tan Mo would bring it over the next day.

Tan Mo's daily fixed feeding made her feel pressured. For the past two days, Qiao Lan had been thinking about how to tell Tan Mo not to come to the western restaurant and be a sucker, but she hadn't found the right opportunity.

Qiao Lan had a feeling that Tan Mo would be unhappy if she said this, but she had to say it. This was a matter of principle.

After school in the afternoon, when Qiao Lan went to the western restaurant, she passed by a street full of barbecue shops. The students of the affiliated high school joked that this was the barbecue street.

As Qiao Lan walked past the barbecue street, she saw a familiar figure.

She squinted her eyes and looked over again. She wasn't mistaken. A group of junior high school students in the affiliated high school's uniform were crowding around an outdoor table. There were both boys and girls, and a group of children were yelling and drinking.

Qiao Yuan's round and round body was especially obvious among the group of junior high school students.

Qiao Lan's parents were always generous with Qiao Yuan's money, so Qiao Lan didn't think too much about it. She just took a glance and turned around to get on the bus.

At night, Tan Mo arrived as promised. However, Uncle Chen left after sending him here, saying that he had something to do.

Tan Mo ordered the same dishes as yesterday. Qiao Lan hesitated for a long time before asking, "Won't you get tired of eating these dishes every day?"

No matter how delicious the food was, one would get tired of eating it every day.

Tan Mo had eaten at this restaurant for three months in a row. He had eaten all the dishes countless times. Was he really not tired of it?

Recently, Uncle Chen had been ordering less and less. He had even started ordering red wine. Qiao Lan was sure that Uncle Chen would definitely get tired of it.

However, Tan Mo was cutting his steak seriously. He answered Qiao Lan quite seriously, "Not at all."

He wasn't lying. Tan Mo wouldn't lie either.

He really wasn't tired of it. He liked the same rhythm of life, including the place he lived, the people around him, the things in his room, and the food that filled his stomach.

As long as he could fill his stomach.

Qiao Lan's probing failed. She silently stared at Tan Mo for a long time. Suddenly, she said, "Tan Mo, do you know how much money you've spent on this restaurant?"

Tan Mo's hand that was cutting his steak paused. He didn't know why Qiao Lan suddenly asked this question. Since Qiao Lan was talking, Tan Mo politely looked up at her and answered honestly, "I don't know."

Uncle Chen paid every day. Moreover, Tan Mo didn't care about it.

There weren't many people in the restaurant today. Uncle Chen wasn't here either. Qiao Lan simply sat where Uncle Chen always sat. She showed Tan Mo the number seven.

"Tan Mo, in three months, you've spent a total of 70,000 yuan at this restaurant."

In both Qiao Lan's previous and current lives, other than the fact that she was ranked ninth in her province for her college entrance examination and received a reward of 50,000 yuan from the government, she had always been poor. She didn't do the math previously, but after doing the math, she realized that Tan Mo had already spent so much on this restaurant. Qiao Lan couldn't sit still.

Tan Mo still didn't understand what Qiao Lan meant. What's wrong with spending 70,000 yuan in three months …?

Qiao Lan frowned. "Don't you think it's too much?"

Tan Mo didn't even think about it and shook his head. "Not at all."

Qiao Lan was speechless.

She didn't want to discuss with Tan Mo the concept of 70,000 yuan to the rich and ordinary people. She took a deep breath and said, "But to me, it's too much. There's no need to waste it like this."

"It's not a waste." Tan Mo put down his knife and fork. His light brown eyes focused on Qiao Lan. "I'm here to eat. You can get a commission and a tip, so it's not a waste."

If this wasn't a waste, then what was?

This was the first time Tan Mo had said that he came here for Qiao Lan. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't touched, but she also felt guilty. "It's a waste to spend money on something you don't like every day," Qiao Lan tried to explain to Tan Mo.

Tan Mo was silent for a while. He lowered his head and said softly, "It's not that I don't like it."

"It's not that I don't like it, but I can't say that I like it either. Am I right? Before coming to this restaurant, Tan Mo, you had a professional nutritionist to prepare everything for you every day. You need to get a balanced amount of nutrition. Your body doesn't allow you to eat such greasy and unhealthy food for a long time."

Tan Mo didn't refute. He finally felt that something was wrong from Qiao Lan's words. "What do you want to say?" He looked at Qiao Lan.

"What I want to say is, Tan Mo, after today, just eat at home like before. Don't come here anymore."

Tan Mo looked at her without saying a word. After a long time, he said in a muffled voice, "Then I won't come here anymore." Without waiting for Qiao Lan to breathe a sigh of relief, he continued, "I'll ask Uncle Chen to bring it back every day."

Qiao Lan became angry again.

"No." Qiao Lan finally realized that she couldn't beat around the bush with Tan Mo. She had to tell him directly and clearly what she wanted to say. "Don't come here to eat, and don't ask Uncle Chen to bring …"

Tan Mo couldn't control himself and started to become irritable. He couldn't understand.

"You don't want money, and you don't want me to come here. Then what do you want me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything, Tan Mo." Qiao Lan repeated. "You don't have to do anything. You don't have to help me, you don't have to give me money. I can do it myself …"

"What can you do? If you can do it, why are you working here?"

Tan Mo was stubborn. He couldn't understand why Qiao Lan kept thinking about this problem. She was in need of money, and he was rich. However, why was it so difficult to get 70,000 yuan?

Qiao Lan's tone became more serious because she couldn't get through to him. "Me being in need of money has nothing to do with you being rich. Why can't you understand? We're friends and classmates. No friend or classmate would do this. Tan Mo, between us, there's no relationship where you have to support me and support me …"

Tan Mo's suppressed irritation instantly exploded when he heard the last sentence. He threw the knife and fork in his hand on the plate. "Clang!" The people around them all looked over.

He looked at Qiao Lan coldly. "I'm not eating anymore. Bill."