Qiao Lan hadn't been home for more than ten days, but the Qiao family didn't take it to heart. Back then, their second son had also run away for a month or two, so they were still cursing and swearing.

For example, he had grown bold and didn't even listen to them anymore. It was fine if he didn't come back, but just looking at him made them angry. Father Qiao was also extremely dissatisfied with Qiao Lan's escape. He said several times that when Qiao Lan came back, he would teach him a lesson and see if he still dared to run away.

In the end, before Qiao Lan came back, Mother Qiao accidentally discovered that the person who stole the money might not be Qiao Lan.

It might be Qiao Yuan.

After Qiao Yuan's classmates left, Mother Qiao's face turned green. She told Father Qiao that she had something to do and went home first. Once she got home, she went straight to Qiao Yuan's room.

Qiao Yuan was shocked. He had been spoiled by his family, so when he saw Mother Qiao rummaging through his bag, he said impatiently, "Mom, what are you doing!"

He wanted to snatch his bag.

There was something in his bag that Mother Qiao couldn't see.

In the end, Mother Qiao, who usually couldn't bear to say a harsh word to him, slapped his hand and yelled at him to sit down.

Qiao Yuan's heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition suddenly surged in his heart.

Then he saw Mother Qiao take out three fantasy novels that he had just bought and an unopened hair clip from his bag. This was the birthday present he had bought for Yao Si Meng two days ago.

Little Fatty was very vain. Recently, he had been showing off his wealth in front of his classmates, so when he bought the present, he purposely left the price tag on the hair clip.

218 yuan.

At their age, a present would at most cost a dozen yuan. Sometimes, they would even give two one-time celebrity posters. Qiao Yuan purposely left the price tag on so that Yao Si Meng would think that he was richer and more considerate. It would also make the other boys envious.

Who would have thought that his mother would suddenly find out?

There was only one thought left in his mind. If he had known, he would have torn the price tag off. If he couldn't see the price tag, he could have made up something that cost a dozen yuan.

Qiao Yuan shrunk his neck. "… Mom, what are you doing? You went through my bag the moment you came in …"

"Where did you get this?" Mother Qiao stared at the number 218 on the hair clip. She became even angrier when she saw the fantasy novels. She spent thousands of yuan every month tutoring Qiao Yuan, but Qiao Yuan read novels every day.

"Where did you get the money?!"

"Just … Just the money I saved up." Qiao Yuan was also a little scared. He didn't expect that Mother Qiao already knew that he was the one who stole the money. He was mainly afraid that his mother would say that he didn't study hard and read novels.

Everyone in the family doted on him, including his mother. However, unlike his grandmother and father, when he didn't study hard or secretly ate at night, his mother would scold him if she found out. Therefore, Qiao Yuan was still a little afraid of Mother Qiao.

"I didn't spend the money you gave me. I've been saving it …"

. "You saved it?"

Mother Qiao threw the hairpin to the ground, and a few of the diamonds on it fell off. Qiao Yuan felt his heart ache when he saw this. "Mom, don't drop it." He was about to pick it up when he was pinned to the ground by Mother Qiao.

"If you only saved money to buy it, then where did you get the money to treat your classmates to skewers? Did you save it too?"

Only then did Qiao Yuan's pale and fat face change.

At first, Qiao Yuan was afraid when he took the money secretly. But with two thick stacks of money, Qiao Yuan wouldn't be discovered even if he took one. During that period of time, Yao Si Meng liked to drink jasmine tea, and he bought her two bottles a day.

Qiao Yuan was a spendthrift, but he didn't have enough money to buy things for Yao Si Meng.

After three to four days, no one found out. Qiao Yuan gradually became more daring. First, he took one, then two, and finally four or five. After half a month, he took 1500 yuan.

He treated his close friends and a few girls to skewers. Even though he was still worried, he still felt proud when he thought about how envious his classmates were.

One day, Father Qiao and Mother Qiao finally found out, but they didn't think it was him. Instead, they thought it was Qiao Lan who stole it, so Qiao Yuan was finally relieved.

Another ten days passed peacefully. Qiao Yuan thought that the matter was over, but somehow, Mother Qiao found out.

Qiao Yuan refused to admit it and tried to push the blame to Qiao Lan. "What skewers? Did Qiao Lan say something to you again?" Qiao Yuan thought it was Qiao Lan who said something.

Mother Qiao didn't expect that Qiao Yuan would still quibble at this time. She was so angry that her mind went blank. She swung her hand and slapped Qiao Yuan on the arm. "You still don't admit it? Your classmates said that you treated them to food and it was 600 to 700 yuan per meal. Do you want me to go to school and ask your classmates clearly before you admit it?"

Qiao Yuan was scared out of his wits. If his classmates found out that he had stolen the money, how could he show his face in front of them? He was so scared that he started to cry.

Old Lady Joe, who was busy in the kitchen, stopped cooking when she heard her grandson cry. When she came in, she saw that her daughter-in-law was about to hit her grandson. She shielded Qiao Yuan behind her and yelled at her daughter-in-law, "What's wrong with you? Why are you hitting him? Look at how he's crying."

"He still has the cheek to cry?" Mother Qiao was so angry that she trembled. "Ask him how much money he stole!"

Steal money? What money? Old Lady Joe was stunned. "Isn't it Qiao Lan who stole it? Why are you blaming it on my grandson?"

At the mention of this, Mother Qiao remembered that Qiao Lan had been the scapegoat for Qiao Yuan for so many days. However, Mother Qiao couldn't care less about Qiao Lan now. Her mind was filled with Qiao Yuan.

Mother Qiao was uncultured and uncultured, so she always wanted her son to study hard so that he could be more successful than her and Father Qiao in the future. She also wanted him to become a cadre in Old Lady Joe's eyes.

In the end, what did Qiao Yuan do all day? He secretly read novels, stole money from the family, and even cheated people. Mother Qiao was not only angry, but also sad.

Old Lady Joe finally knew the whole story. However, knowing was one thing. Seeing that Mother Qiao was about to hit Qiao Yuan again, she was dissatisfied. "You're still hitting me? Why don't you hit me too? Look at how the child is crying." She turned the gun and began to fire at Mother Qiao.

"You didn't hide the twenty thousand yuan well and put it on the coffee table. If you didn't let the family take it, it would have been stolen by a thief sooner or later. You didn't know how to hide it well and now you're blaming the child.

I thought he didn't learn well after taking the money. Didn't he just treat his classmate to a meal and buy a birthday present? You don't have to force him to take it himself if you give him more pocket money.

You're so busy that you don't even know how to take care of your child. Whenever something happens, you only know how to hit and hit. Which mother is like you?! "

Old Lady Joe was full of words. It was Qiao Yuan's fault, but after a few sentences, she pushed all the blame to Mother Qiao.

"Look at how he's crying. Even if you don't feel sorry for him, I do …"

At this time, Qiao Yuan was quick-witted. He let go of his throat and cried loudly. His crying made Old Madam Qiao's heart ache. When Father Qiao came back, he saw his mother and daughter-in-law with cold faces and not saying a word. His son was hiding behind his grandmother like a punching bag.

After asking what happened, Father Qiao acted as the peacemaker between the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law as usual. He told his daughter-in-law that Old Lady Joe also cared about her grandson, while Old Lady Joe told her that Mother Qiao expected better from him. In the end, she pulled his son to sit on her lap and lectured him for more than an hour.

It was as if Qiao Yuan was not 13 years old but 3 years old. She was kind and patient, not at all as fierce as when she used a broom to hit Qiao Lan.

Finally, she felt that she had reasoned with her son. She secretly gave Qiao Yuan another three hundred yuan. "If you want money, tell me. Do you think I'll shortchange you?

Go apologize to your mother later. Your mother is doing this for your own good. "

Qiao Yuan took the money and nodded. However, in his mind, he was thinking about how he could show off in front of his classmates again.

At night, Qiao Yuan ran to Mother Qiao and apologized in a low voice, saying that he knew that he was wrong. Mother Qiao's heart softened when she saw her son's red eyes. She pulled Qiao Yuan aside and lectured him again.

Qiao Yuan survived the "theft" incident without any mishap. He even had a few hundred yuan in his hands.

When he went to bed that night, Qiao Yuan suddenly realized that he had stolen money. He had made a fortune.

He stole the money, but he did not receive any punishment. Qiao Yuan could not help but think that if he took the family's money again, even if his mother was angry, his grandmother would protect him. His father would also protect him. He would not be beaten. When the incident was over, he would cry to his mother and act like a spoiled child. Then, this incident would be over again. Perhaps his parents would give him more pocket money.

Anyway, he did not steal the family's money. It was not someone else's money.

Qiao Lan did not know or care about the impact that Old Lady Joe's father's immoral and indulgent parenting style would have on Qiao Yuan and the Qiao family.

Everyone was busy studying as they had to pass the general entrance exam. In his free time, Qiao Lan was even watching the "Silk Road" that Tan Mo gave him. He was not in the mood to care about what happened to the Qiao family.

However, one day, the homeroom teacher suddenly came looking for her. He said that Mother Qiao had called him and asked Qiao Lan to call her back when he was free.

Qiao Lan did not tell Mother Qiao his phone number, so Mother Qiao called the homeroom teacher. Qiao Lan agreed verbally and threw the matter to the back of her mind. She did not want to have anything to do with the Qiao family anymore. After the college entrance exam, she would definitely go to a university far away from here.

At first, Mother Qiao wanted to talk to Qiao Lan. However, after two attempts, Qiao Lan ignored her completely. Mother Qiao became angry.

It was as if she loved to meddle in Qiao Lan's business.

If she had the ability, she would never come back and ask her for money.

Without Mother Qiao's harassment, Qiao Lan's days were very comfortable. Recently, she did not have to work. When she was free from studying, she could read other books. At night, she could even go jogging in the field.

Her complexion was much better than before. Qiao Lan's facial features, which were originally very outstanding, were finally starting to show. She ate well and was in a good mood, so she continued to exercise.

Gradually, after exam after exam, Tan Mo and Qiao Lan sat firmly in second place. Chen Yaoyang became the unchanging third place. Everyone gradually became numb to this reality. After every exam, they sighed and glanced at Qiao Lan and Tan Mo.

However, as they looked, they gradually discovered something new. Boys were always very sensitive to a girl's appearance.

"Why do I feel that Qiao Lan looks much better than before?"

"She's become fairer. Her complexion is much better. She used to look very skinny and sallow."

"What did I say before? Qiao Lan's skin is too dark. If her skin could be like Song Yao's, she would definitely be very beautiful."

Tan Mo's sharp ears heard these words. Suddenly, a sense of superiority rose from the bottom of his heart. "You've finally discovered it."

He had long since discovered that Qiao Lan was very beautiful.

After thinking of ways to feed her for nearly half a year, there was finally an effect. Tan Mo felt that he had to continue to work hard.

The boys who were discussing animatedly in the distance did not know what Tan Mo was thinking. They continued to talk enthusiastically.

"Prettier than Song Yao?

Don't joke around. How is that possible? You're exaggerating. She's only slightly prettier than before. How can she be compared to Song Yao? "

"Actually, I don't really get Song Yao. I like the mature type. Song Yao looks like a doll and is a bit too small."

When it came to this, no one refuted it.

Apart from the boy who said that he did not like Song Yao's type, Song Yao's biggest flaw was her height. In the previous class physical examination, Song Yao's height was 155 cm. However, this height matched Song Yao's face very well.

There were also many boys who liked this type.

However, many boys nowadays were obsessed with legs. No matter how good a small person's proportions were, they could not be compared to a tall person. When the boys talked about girls, they instantly became excited. They talked about who was taller in the class, but the proportions were not good. It was fifty-fifty. They also talked about who had better proportions and better legs.

As they talked, they talked about Qiao Lan.

Recently, there was a trend in the school to change the school pants. The loose and wide school pants could be changed into trendy pencil pants. The thicker legs could be made wider and the thinner legs could be made narrower. However, they did not dare to make it too narrow. If they were too narrow, it would test the shape of the legs. Moreover, if the head of the grade saw it, he would definitely scold them.

After changing the pants, some girls with long legs and good looking legs instantly stood out.

Qiao Lan was one of them.

She was more than 1.7 meters tall, and when she wore the modified school pants, her long legs attracted a lot of attention. In the past, Qiao Lan was never considered a pretty girl, nor was she considered a girl that boys would be interested in. Hence, many boys were shocked when they saw her good figure.

"Why didn't I realize that Qiao Lan's legs were so long before?"

"Hasn't she always been quite tall? I think she's almost 172 cm. Her legs are indeed long."

"Long legs don't equate to good looking legs." Some people were dissatisfied. "Qiao Lan is too skinny. The shape of her legs must not be good."

Qiao Lan did not have good hearing like Tan Mo. She could not hear them and did not purposely listen. She opened the fruit box that Tan Mo had brought and used a toothpick to pick up a piece of cantaloupe for Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan realized that Tan Mo liked very sweet fruits, such as lychee, cantaloupe, and so on.

Sure enough, Tan Mo took it and ate it obediently.

Qiao Lan chuckled.

Recently, Qiao Lan had been quite idle. Sometimes, she would think about Tan Mo's matters.

She remembered the name of this book. However, this book could not be found in this world. Qiao Lan could only rely on her memory to recall the original content of the book.

In the end, Tan Mo was a supporting character. Moreover, he was not the second supporting character. Therefore, there were not many chapters in the book. However, every time he appeared, he would leave a deep impression on Qiao Lan.

In the book, Tan Mo's first appearance was in the first year of high school. However, he was always bullied by his classmates and dropped out of school. The next time he appeared was when the male and female protagonists went to university.

During that period of time, Tan Mo attracted the most fans of the book. Tan Mo remembered that the female protagonist, Song Yao, occasionally cared about him. Relying on his strong financial resources and excellent economic mind, he helped the male and female protagonists who were in a financial crisis. Just when everyone thought that he could live a good life, his depression became more and more serious.

Finally, two years later, Tan Mo died of suicide.

When Qiao Lan had read to this point, she did not continue reading. Her favorite character was gone. Qiao Lan really had no interest in the male and female protagonists.

Song Yao was exactly the same as in the book. She was a kind and innocent female protagonist. Therefore, the book wrote that Song Yao would help Tan Mo when everyone bullied Tan Mo. There was nothing wrong with this logic.

However, perhaps because Qiao Lan had transmigrated and cared about Tan Mo first, Song Yao only had her eyes on Chen Yaoyang. She did not care about Tan Mo.

However, these were not important. What was important was Tan Mo's illness.

Although Tan Mo had Asperger's Disease and his legs were disabled, neither of these could cause Tan Mo's death. Tan Mo's death was due to his severe depression and suicide.

At first, Qiao Lan cared about Tan Mo because she liked this character and felt pity for Tan Mo. However, now that she thought about it, Qiao Lan did not know when, but she had spontaneously taken care of Tan Mo as her own responsibility.

Because when she helped this young man, he gave her too much in return.

People always had feelings.

Tan Mo did not want to talk about his legs. Sometimes, when they talked about the hospital and treatment, he would awkwardly and deliberately change the topic. Qiao Lan really did not have the heart to force him to talk about these things.

However, she could not do anything about Asperger's Disease and Qiao Lan's legs for the time being. As for depression, there were no traces of depression on Tan Mo's body. However, he had severe paranoia. Paranoia was also very likely to accompany depression.

There was not much she could do, but she could still help, accompany, be friendly, be kind, and so on.

After the second monthly exam, the physics paper this time was very difficult. However, Tan Mo once again got full marks in physics. Several physics teachers held Tan Mo's paper and praised it. Finally, they found Tan Mo's class teacher.

The class teacher happily entered the classroom and found Tan Mo. The students in the class saw that the class teacher was happy and asked him curiously what had happened.

"Anyway, it's a good thing." The class teacher was quite mysterious. When he was happy, he forgot how to behave. He was anxious to help Tan Mo push the wheelchair. Tan Mo hurriedly moved the wheelchair half a meter away, his face full of vigilance.

The class teacher remembered that a few days ago, he saw Qiao Lan helping Tan Mo push the wheelchair. He thought that Tan Mo had improved again. However, today, when he went up to help, Tan Mo was still very resistant.

The class teacher took back his hand a little embarrassedly. There was an indescribable feeling in his heart, but he still hurriedly talked about business. "Tan Mo, come with me to the office. I have something to tell you."

Once Tan Mo left the Qiao Lan, he returned to his usual quiet self. He silently operated the wheelchair and left the classroom. Everyone looked left and right but could not find anything, so they went back to their own conversations.

Qiao Lan stared at Tan Mo's back until he left. The two girls sitting behind Qiao Lan casually asked Qiao Lan, "Qiao Lan, are you going to study liberal arts or science?"

The first year of high school would end in a month. The liberal arts and science subjects became the topic that everyone was most concerned about.

Liberal arts or science?

Qiao Lan subconsciously wanted to say liberal arts. After all, she used to study liberal arts. It would be relatively easier for her to study it again. However, when the words were about to come out of her mouth, she swallowed them back and said, "I haven't decided yet."

"You should study liberal arts," the girl sitting behind said for Qiao Lan, "You're so good at politics, history, and science."

"Not only is she good at politics, history, and science, but she's also good at chemistry and physics. This time, her physics score was lower than Tan Mo's. She also got full marks in mathematics …"

"I said relative, relative!

Qiao Lan is also good at science, but she's better at liberal arts. Her mathematics score is too low. If she studies liberal arts in the future, she'll have a huge advantage. "

Qiao Lan did not say anything, but the two girls started arguing because of her. Qiao Lan stopped chatting with them. She lowered her head and stared at her results, thinking about it.

On the other side, Tan Mo was brought into the office by the cheerful homeroom teacher. As soon as he entered, he saw the physics teacher sitting in the office drinking tea. When he raised his head and saw Tan Mo, his eyes narrowed into slits.

"You're here," the physics teacher was only responsible for teaching. He did not know Tan Mo's specific situation. His overly friendly attitude made Tan Mo subconsciously take a step back.

The physics teacher was stunned for a moment. The homeroom teacher hurriedly said something in his ear. Only then did the physics teacher hurriedly reply with an "Oh" a few times. Then, he sat back down and kept a distance of nearly a meter away from Tan Mo's fingertips.

"Today, I'm looking for you mainly because I think you're especially talented in physics. Our school will select outstanding students to participate in the National High School Physics Competition every year. Student Tan Mo, do you want to participate?"