Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

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"If you ignore me again, no one will ignore me."

This kind of coquettish and somewhat coquettish remarks were hidden in the noisy discussions of the surrounding classmates, and finally penetrated heavily into Tan Mo's heart.

Every day, he is carefully maintaining this distance, unwilling to pull Qiao Lan into the dark and muddy area because of him, but Qiao Lan walked in by herself.

She stood on his side in front of everyone, but she let him talk miserably, she let him take care of her, but Tan Mo thought, in fact, every moment of every day, he wanted to be as innocent as Pei Ning. Talk to her without hesitation.

How could he really ignore her.

But he still couldn't understand why she did this, why she could do this.

What is there for him to do to her.

Tan Mo couldn't understand.

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

Is it that important.

It doesn't seem to have either.

He raised his head and looked at Qiao Lan. He couldn't understand the smile in Qiao Lan's eyes, but he could understand the curvature of her lips.

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

But what is a smile like? Tan Mo doesn't know, he is not like a normal person who can smile without thinking at all. He needs to look at the smile on the lips of the girl in front of him, and think about which muscles in his face to move. , and finally imitated a somewhat nondescript smile.

This imitation is very poor.

There was no smile in his eyes, and the corners of his eyes did not rise. Only the corners of his lips drew a faintly discernible arc, which looked very strange in the eyes of others, but Qiao Lan understood it.

She remembered a sentence she had read. For people with Asperger's disease, starting to imitate is the first step for them to get close to a person.

Qiao Lan's eyes softened, her chin rested on her arm, and her eyes fell on the book torn by him, "Can you tell me what book it is now?"

The surrounding discussions continued, and Tan Mo didn't even have to look up to know how many people were looking here curiously.

But Qiao Lan didn't look at them or cared about them. She looked at him and asked him what book it was.

Tan Mo closed the book, revealing the cover of the book, then turned the book over to face Qiao Lan, and pursed his lips, as if after a difficult ideological struggle, he finally used what the people around him could hear. the voice said,

"Classical Electrodynamics."

Qiao Lan's eyes suddenly became a little sore.

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

She put her hand on the book and looked up into his eyes, "Can I have a look then?"

Without thinking this time, Tan Mo nodded immediately.

Qiao Lan opened the catalogue and flipped through the back. In pure English, Qiao Lan's English was still very good. She could score more than 100 points in the CET-6 exam, but when she looked at the book in front of her, she read it in one sentence. Lots of unfamiliar words.

Too many technical terms.

Qiao Lan sighed, turned the book back to face Tan Mo again, looked at him, "I don't understand", probably because he wanted to let Tan Mo talk more, "You can tell me about this book or something. what?"

Tan Mo was about to speak subconsciously, but the moment he spoke, he suddenly thought of something and took it back.

People with Asperger's syndrome have a very obvious characteristic. They are keen on specific things or interests, so when they talk about the part that they are more interested in, they often talk about it regardless of whether others are willing to listen or not. Don't care about the mood of others.

In other words, because they think this is very interesting, they take it for granted that others also find it interesting, and they can't understand the impatience on the listener's face, so they don't realize that what they said just now is to others. a noise.

When he was ten, because of his extremely high IQ, he could already understand definite and indefinite integrals by himself when the other children were still calculating linear equations in one variable.

He persistently wanted to talk to other children about the mathematics he knew, but others couldn't understand it. Tan Mo, who had been bullied in the first place, showed his superior IQ, which made him even more out of place. ostracized by peers.

Later, his mother persuaded him time and time again that if there was something really interesting, go home and tell her not to tell others.

But then his mother died in a car accident, and Tan Mo no longer had anyone who could listen to him, nor did he tell others. As he grew older, he gradually understood that others were unwilling to listen. he speaks.

But now Qiao Lan took the initiative to ask him, Tan Mo's fingers on the book tightened unconsciously, and after a long time he finally said, "This is a book by American physicist Jackson, divided into two volumes. It is the first volume, the main content of the first volume is the traditional electromagnetic theory, including electrostatics, magnetostatics, electromagnetic fields changing with time, Maxwell's equations, etc., and the application of Maxwell's equations to discuss various macroscopic electromagnetic phenomena..."

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

But she could hear Tan Mo's stumbling and stumbling from the beginning, and then he said it very smoothly.

Tan Mo has always been expressionless, but his unusually pale face and long

The hair that covers his eyes makes people always notice his weirdness for the first time, and never see his facial features clearly.

It was the first time that Qiao Lan was so close to see Tan Mo, and when he talked about what he liked, a different look appeared in his light brown eyes, and the boy's outstanding facial features seemed to become vivid in an instant. .

Only then did Qiao Lan realize that the boy's appearance was exceptionally good-looking.

*

That night, Uncle Chen still planned to let Tan Mo stay in the car and go to the western restaurant to buy things, just like the previous days, but Tan Mo said, "I'll go too."

reconciled? Stop arguing?

In an instant, a lot of entries popped up in Uncle Chen's mind, but he didn't ask any further questions. He took the wheelchair out of the car with a smile, and pushed Tan Mo into the western restaurant.

This time, Meng Xue finally won't make fun of herself anymore. Others in the restaurant have long been accustomed to Tan Mo and Uncle Chen's daily patronage, and when they see Tan Mo come in, they call Qiao Lan over to order.

Looking at the back of Qiao Lan walking past, several girls couldn't help but sigh.

"Why didn't this young master Tan give Qiao Lan money directly?"

"What's the point of that?" Another person said, "Oh, really, if someone treats me like this, even if they are really disabled, but if I can achieve this level, I will be moved if I am disabled or not."

"Qiao Lan seems to be only sixteen years old, alas, other people's sixteen years old, ours sixteen years old."

"Shut up, you are twenty-six..."

A few people burst into laughter, the western restaurant was filled with soft light, and water was dripping on the glass.

There was a rustling sound, it was raining.

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

"I'll cut it for you." Tan Mo hesitated for a moment with the knife and fork, and then handed it over to Qiao Lan, sitting on the side quietly watching Qiao Lan skillfully divide into two, and then into four.

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

Tan Mo doesn't like being approached by others, even every time Mr. Tan comes, Tan Mo will avoid it far away, but now this little girl named Qiao Lan is standing next to Tan Mo, her sleeves even rubbing against Tan Mo's shoulder from time to time. .

But he didn't dodge, his eyes fixed on Qiao Lan's hands. After a while, there was a sudden thunder outside the window, and then he glanced out the window as if he had been awakened.

"It's raining."

Tan Mo said suddenly.

Uncle Chen also took a look out and answered subconsciously, "Yeah", it's raining, "It's raining quite a lot..."

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

It's raining, it wasn't said to him at all, it was said to Qiao Lan.

Uncle Chen:......

Even Uncle Chen didn't react, let alone Qiao Lan. Uncle Chen, who was "self-motivated", looked at Qiao Lan who didn't realize it at all. After a little guess, he said what Tan Mo didn't finish.

"It's raining, and it's quite heavy. Miss Qiao, how are you going back in a while?"

Qiao Lan was jolted by Miss Qiao's call, and hurriedly said, "Just call me Qiao Lan." The steak was finally cut, and he handed the knife and fork to Tan Mo again, saying, "I'm still early to leave work, I should have done it by then. It's too late." After speaking, he glanced at Tan Mo, who was wearing very thin clothes, "Are you cold?"

Tan Mo took the knife and fork that Qiao Lan had taken with the temperature on Qiao Lan's fingers, and took a silent bite, "It's not cold."

What if it still rained.

She had just recovered from the cold for three days.

Chen Bo was more surprised.

Something must have happened today.

After Qiao Lan left, Tan Mo put down his knife and fork, took out his mobile phone and looked at it for a long time, "It will continue to rain tonight."

Uncle Chen thought for a while and said, "In that case, I'll take you back first. If it rains later, I'll make another trip to take Miss Qiao back, okay?"

Tan Mo looked at the heavy rain outside the window, nodded, and ate another steak.

"it is good."

After closing the account as usual, Chen Bo pushed Tan Mo out and asked casually, "Miss Qiao still has classes during the day, and working so hard at night will affect her studies?"

Qiao Lan smiled, "Gao Yi is not too busy, it's okay."

"How long are you usually busy?"

"You can get off work at eleven o'clock."

Chen Bo nodded cheerfully, Qiao Lan didn't notice anything, and sent the two of them out of the western restaurant. The girl standing by the lights smiled and waved her hands like when she was after school, "Tanmo, goodbye."

Tan Mo looked back at her, "See you tomorrow."

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and the rain was getting heavier. It was nothing like what Qiao Lan said might be a shower. Because of the heavy rain, there were a lot fewer customers in the store than usual, and Qiao Lan and the others were also idle. You can even take the opportunity to look at the texts you will be reciting tomorrow.

The rest of the people stood at the door, watching the heavy rain outside the window, and began to worry about how to get back. The bus has disappeared, and it is difficult to get a taxi now.

A few girls chattered and asked everyone who had an umbrella, and they could go together if they dropped by.

After eleven o'clock, there were really no customers in the store. After everyone cleaned up, they closed the store and walked out. Everyone shuddered in the cold night. Meng Xue saw Qiao Lan who was wearing a thin school uniform without an umbrella at a glance.

He couldn't keep his mouth shut again, "Why, you still need to walk back with us..."

As soon as the words fell, the lights of the car hidden in the darkness on the side of the road turned on, the door opened, Uncle Chen

He opened the umbrella and walked over, handed the other umbrella to Qiao Lan, and smiled, "Master, let me take you home."

The author has something to say: I'm a little busy in the morning, I'm less busy, I'll write a chapter first, and then a chapter at 8 o'clock in the evening~

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