Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

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It has been half a year since I left Qiao's house last time, and Qiao Lan and Qiao's house have not had any contact since half a year ago, except that the head teacher of the first year of high school said that Qiao's mother had contacted once.

She usually lives in a dormitory, but on weekends, Aunt Chen will call her to have dinner at home.

On the weekend of another week, Bai Yu, who had a good relationship with Qiao Lan in the same dormitory, asked her casually, "Going home?"

"...Yes", in fact, he was going to Tan Mo's house.

Bai Yu quickly packed up her things, "Come play at my house next week, my mother said she wants to see you."

"What did you see me for, what did you and your mother say?"

Bai Yu blinked, "Just say that my upper bunk is the best-studied and most beautiful girl in the whole grade."

Qiao Lan almost spit out a mouthful of water, "Stop it, I'm afraid of you."

"What are you afraid of? Let me tell the truth." Bai Yu laughed for a long time, "I'm leaving first, remember to go home and tell your parents to come to my house to play next week."

"Understood." Qiao Lan waved her hand, going back to pack her schoolbag and leave the school gate. Uncle Chen and Tan Mo had been waiting in the car for a while.

After getting in the car, Chen Bo and Qiao Lan chatted. Tan Mo listened to them quietly as usual. After a while, Qiao Lan remembered Bai Yu's invitation, and turned to Tan Mo and Chen Bo, "I almost forgot, I have something to do next week. I won't come over."

"What's the matter?" Tan Mo turned to ask her.

Uncle Chen also glanced at Qiao Lan in the rearview mirror, "Did your parents call?"

"That's not true," Qiao Lan said, "My roommate said that he wants me to go to her house to play next week."

"That's it." Uncle Chen nodded, "Very good. You young people should make more friends."

Tan Moyin clenched his hands unnaturally, silently watching the scenery passing by outside the car window, no one knew what he was thinking.

Aunt Chen would prepare a lot every week when Qiao Lan came. Qiao Lan helped Aunt Chen wash the dishes after eating, but was kicked out by Aunt Chen and asked her to talk to Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan smiled and left the kitchen. When he found Tan Mo, Tan Mo was reading a book again.

Qiao Lan sat beside her and tilted her head to look at it for a long time, and said, "Tan Mo, sometimes you can read other things besides books, TV dramas and movies are much more intuitive than reading books that specialize in reading characters' emotions. .”

Tan Mo closed the book and said calmly, "What are you looking at?"

Qiao Lan just made an opinion, but Tan Mo didn't expect Tan Mo to adopt it so quickly. After thinking about it, he said, "I think you will be very interested in sci-fi movies, but I suggest watching some emotional movies."

Love, family, friendship, etc., are fine.

"I can't remember the specifics for a while. If I have time, I can look it up online. It's good to find those classic movies."

Tan Mo took out his phone and clicked a few times, and found a bunch of titles, all of which are world-famous movies, such as "The Pianist on the Sea", "Titanic", "Edward Scissorhands" and so on.

So that day, Qiao Lan sat in the living room with Tan Mo and Aunt Chen Bo and finished watching "The Pianist at Sea".

Watching a movie is a process, the main purpose is to allow Tan Mo to perceive the emotion that the movie wants to express, the pianist's love for music, and the innocence he maintains for the things he loves, born on that big boat, and silent with this big boat In the endless ocean.

Aunt Chen was teary-eyed, and Uncle Chen kept sighing, only Tan Mo remained indifferent.

After the ship finally sank, Qiao Lan asked Tan Mo if he knew why the pianist didn't choose to disembark. Tan Mo still stared at the screen, but gave an accurate answer.

Qiao Lan was very happy that he could speak of innocence and freedom.

But after seeing the final ending, Qiao Lan still felt unmoved, which made Qiao Lan inevitably disappointed.

Qiao Lan exhaled to comfort herself. She couldn't eat a fat man in one bite. Everything had to be done slowly. It was already very good to feel the emotion that the pianist yearned for. The emotions that the audience should have could gradually improve.

"In the future, if you have time, you can find a movie. If I'm not here, you can find a movie review, and compare the difference between what you have watched and what other people have watched."

Tan Mo subconsciously wanted to ask where you went if you weren't around, and then suddenly remembered that Qiao Lan was going to go to his roommate's house next week, so he pursed his lips and didn't say anything after all.

When they return to school next week, the approach of November makes the students start to become restless again.

Except for the November holiday, what makes everyone more excited is that three days before the November holiday, the school is preparing to hold a three-day track and field meeting.

What does the sports meeting represent? It means that you don't have to get up early, you don't have to go to class, and you can freely bring your mobile phone!

The sports committee stands on the podium to count the students who signed up for the sports meeting, and the class teacher stands aside for reference at any time.

Chen Yaoyang and Hao Ying like to play basketball, but it is a pity that the attached high school held a track and field meeting or a basketball meeting, so both of them were stupefied. The head teacher stared at the list for a long time, and then looked around the class, clicking He named five or six tall boys, including Chen Yaoyang and Hao Ying.

"Why don't you take part in such a tall person, one for each of you!"

Hao Ying, Chen Yaoyang and others:  …

The sports committee didn't care about my business. In the end, Hao Ying and Chen Yaoyang chose the discus throwing and the long jump, leaving the running to the others.

After the head teacher arranged the boys, he began to arrange the girls. Qiao Lan had a bad forecast, and sure enough, the next

Immediately, he was called by the teacher in charge.

"Qiao Lan, I heard that you run every night. Why did you sign up for a 100-meter relay? Participate! Be more active and add 800 to Qiao Lan."

Qiao Lan: "..."

The boys and girls in the class all cast miserable looks at Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan sighed, so let's run. She really had to run around the playground several times every night, but she just didn't want to participate. The 4x100m relay was really not enough people to make it.

There are too few girls in science classes.

After all the registrations were over, the homeroom teacher ordered Qiao Lan again and gave Qiao Lan a job.

On the day of the sports meeting, every class had to walk in a square formation. Each class selected a girl to walk in front and hold a sign. The head teacher didn't let everyone choose, so she directly booked Qiao Lan. After the booking, several boys booed and cheered.

There is no other reason, because the person holding the sign has fixed clothes.

There were girls in the class who were envious, but no one refuted the head teacher's opinion. For a girl like Qiao Lan who was a top-notch student, tall and tall, it was impossible to think of any way to object.

A class meeting went on like this, and the students who passed by after class chatted with Qiao Lan casually, Qiao Lan waited until the surroundings were clear, and turned to Tan Mo, "Will you come to the sports meeting?"

Tan Mo usually doesn't come to evening self-study, and the possibility of not coming to the sports meeting is almost 100%.

Tan Mo kept the pen in his hand, and said, "No."

He can't participate in what to do, and the sports meeting has nothing to do with him.

Qiao Lan had already guessed that this would happen, but she was still a little disappointed. She wanted Tan Mo to get in touch with everyone more, but after all, it was even more torture for Tan Mo to see other people on the field walking like flying.

Thinking about it this way, Qiao Lan felt that Tan Mo might as well stay at home and read books and watch movies.

So this topic came to an end. Qiao Lan lay on the table and sighed. She still wanted to persuade Tan Mo to go for treatment as soon as possible. Tan Mo's leg nerves are still feeling, but if it drags on for a long time, it may be really difficult to save .

But she didn't dare to say it.

Chen Bo said that the scar on Tan Mo's leg was caused by Tan Mo himself when they forced Tan Mo to receive treatment.

In the evening, he took Bai Yu to run around. After self-study in the morning, Tan Mo brought Qiao Lan the fruit that Aunt Chen had cut.

Qiao Lan handed those very sweet fruits to Tan Mo as usual, and while eating, he listened to Tan Mo's daily lectures.

Qiao Lan recalled Hao Ying's feelings when he asked her questions recently, and suddenly asked Tan Mo, "Tan Mo, do you find it annoying to talk to me like this every day?"

Tan Mo raised his head, his beautiful eyes fixed on her, "Why do you ask that?"

Qiao Lan glanced left and right, then approached Tan Mo and said in a voice that only two people could hear, "Because Hao Ying asks me questions every day, I'm a little annoyed."

Tan Mo was startled, then suddenly smiled.

The sun reflected lazily on Tan Mo's body, and the boy's cold facial features, under his smile, were dazzlingly beautiful.

Sitting behind Qiao Lan and Tan Mo, Xiang Xiaohan couldn't help but think of the time when he saw Tan Mo on the first day of the class.

It was also reflecting the morning light that day, Tan Mo's eyes were curved, he was shocked by the young man's exquisite face, and he froze in place.

By coincidence, she sat behind Tan Mo and Qiao Lan.

But nearly a month has passed, and Tan Mo has never said a word to her. Even if she took the initiative to greet Tan Mo, Tan Mo did not respond at all, let alone show such a smile to her.

Xiang Xiaohan suddenly felt a little ironic.

She is not as good-looking as Qiao Lan's grades, and it's okay for others to think so, but what right does Tan Mo have to think so.

Sometimes Xiang Xiaohan wanted to be sarcastic, but every time he saw Tan Mo's gentleness and patience when facing Qiao Lan, all his dissatisfaction changed in an instant.

Just now Tan Mo smiled at Qiao Lan again, Xiang Xiaohan bit his lip, and cleared away the complicated expression on his face, his voice sounded natural and cheerful, "Tan Mo, you give Qiao Lan extra lessons every day, and you also help Qiao Lan when you have time." I'll make it up."

Qiao Lan glanced at Tan Mo, and the smile on Tan Mo's face disappeared in an instant, and he gave Xiang Xiaohan a cold look.

Xiang Xiaohan was fixed in place by Tan Mo's undisguised cold gaze, and the smile on his face couldn't hold back.

"No time to."

Tan Mo said, then turned his head and refocused on Qiao Lan.

Xiang Xiaohan hurriedly looked around, saw that someone had already looked this way, and grabbed the hem of his clothes in embarrassment.

From the corner of the eye, he saw Tan Mo talking to Qiao Lan again, and Xiang Xiaohan felt extremely aggrieved. Tan Mo didn't have time to talk, because all the time was spent on Qiao Lan.

But why did Tan Mo treat Qiao Lan so well?

Many people heard that Qiao Lan took good care of Tan Mo when she was a freshman in high school, so Tan Mo has always been very kind to Qiao Lan.

But is it really just like that?

After all, Qiao Lan is so beautiful, even a boy like Hao Ying is interested in her, would Tan Mo think so?

But how dare a person like him have any thoughts about Qiao Lan? Could Qiao Lan actually know something?

Xiang Xiaohan shuddered suddenly, then looked up at Qiao Lan and Tan Mo, and then thought about what he had just thought, and an indescribable strangeness surged in his heart.

The author has something to say: Three o'clock later~

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