Chapter 15: Tablemate

The moment the results were released, the whole senior class found out that Chen Yaoyang had failed to retain the top spot in her year and had been pushed into second place by a girl from Qiao Lan.

Who is Qiao Lan?

No one knows.

But it didn't stop the rest of the class from exclaiming that someone had actually pinned Chen Yaoyang down, and not by a point or two, but by almost thirty points.

In the last monthly exam, Chen Yaoyang came second in her grade by almost 30 points.

Not everyone liked Chen Yaoyang, at least not Hao Ying, who was compared to him every day, saying that he was handsome but not as good a student as Chen Yaoyang.

Hao Ying was delighted when Chen Yaoyang was pipped to second place, and even happier when she saw the first name.

Crap, it's the schoolboy he copied!

After the ups and downs from despair to elation, the sight of Qiao Lan's name suddenly gave Hao Ying a sense of pride and closeness.

In another classroom, Qiao Lu was also anxiously looking at her results.

Qiao Lu did quite well, improving by three names from last time and finishing seventh in her class.

The higher the grade, the harder it is to improve, but Qiao Lu is still happy with her ranking and her mother promised to buy her a mobile phone if she improves.

Qiao Lu couldn't wait to run back and tell her mother about her results.

After exchanging pleasantries with the girls next to him, Qiao Lu remembered Qiao Lan.

I don't know how much Qiao Lan got, but she is probably at the bottom of her class again.

I opened the campus website and found the report card of Class 13, pulled it straight to the end and started reading from the bottom to the top, but I couldn't find Qiao Lan's name even after looking all the way up.

Qiao Lan Didn't take the exam?

No, it won't. The ranking will be put out even if you don't take part, like the wheelchair-bound disabled person in class 13, who is in last place, with zero marks in all subjects, and at a glance, he didn't take the exam.

Qiao Lu's brow furrowed as he looked to be on the verge of reaching the top 20, when he heard a few students around him exclaim, "Damn, he's got Chen Yaoyang by 30 points, that's awesome."

"It seems to be from class 13 as well, class 13 is really good."

Qiao Lu was stunned... he had pressed Chen Yaoyang for 30 points?

Chen Yaoyang is not the oldest?

"It's a girl, I think her name is Qiao Lan, we'll go down to the exercise later and see which one it is."

Qiao Lu, who was still checking her results, heard the word Qiao Lan and after a few seconds of confusion, she pulled her report card to the top.

Finally I found Qiao Lan's name, with a total score of 1092, which is unrealistically high.

"This can't be!"

A girl next to me turned around, "What's impossible."

"How can Qiao Lan get this high", Qiao Lu's eyes rounded, "she's so bad, she was at the bottom of the class that time before!"

"What's wrong with counting down, people are just positive now, why are you so excited."

A few people were taken aback by Qiao Lu's overly aggressive tone, and one attentive student suddenly thought of something, Qiao Lan, Qiao Lu, and frowned, " Qiao Lu you know this Qiao Lan ah."

"...she's my third uncle's daughter."

Qiao Lu's mind was in turmoil, and the good mood he had just achieved in the seventh place examination was instantly gone, and all he could think about was how Qiao Lan could have scored so high.

"She's always had bad grades, always bad in primary and middle school, last time she was at the bottom of her class, and this time she came straight to the top of her grade, don't you guys think that's strange?"

One does not normally speculate with malice about someone one does not even know.

The crowd shook their heads, not feeling surprised, they all thought it was awesome.

"She couldn't have gotten that high, she must have copied it..."

Finally someone couldn't listen any longer.

"The whole school disrupts the exam, the teacher himself writes the questions and has to check the communication devices when you enter the classroom, if you have the guts you copy one."

And still copy a first.

Perhaps with an improvement of a dozen places, people would have doubted the authenticity of this result, but because the improvement was so great and the scores in each course so high, everyone thought it was ridiculous to say that Qiao Lan had plagiarised.

The strange students were really not surprised, they just thought the girl was extraordinarily impressive.

Qiao Lu, on the other hand, seems to be related to Qiao Lan, and such relatives...some students had some different thoughts in their minds.

After the mid-term exams, Qiao Lan became a celebrity in her senior year, and some students from the classes near her were curious to see who this bully was who could pull Chen Yaoyang by 30 points.

Outside the classroom there was a buzz of voices, interspersed with the names of Chen Yaoyang and Qiao Lan, and Chen Yaoyang, who hadn't looked too good since his ranking, was even more silent at the moment.

The students outside the classroom are arguing and the classroom is talking, only the topic of discussion is not only grades, but also changing seats.

The last class of the afternoon is the class assembly session, where the class teacher will definitely change the seats.

Change your seat according to your ranking in this exam.

Qiao Lan came first and Chen Yaoyang came second, so his next tablemate was Qiao Lan.

Chen Yaoyang can't sit still.

If losing first place was humiliating enough, having Qiao Lan at his table would have been even more humiliating.

He didn't want to sit with Qiao Lan, just thinking about the slimy way Qiao Lan used to look at him made Chen Yaoyang feel goosebumps, no matter who else was better than Qiao Lan.

Chen Yaoyang put his phone in the hole of his desk, stood up and walked out of the classroom with his long legs, Li Fan behind him froze, "Going to the toilet? Come with me?"

"Something's up," Chen Yaoyang said, "don't follow."

Li Fan looks at Chen Yaoyang's back and thinks he has guessed where Chen Yaoyang is going.

If Chen Yaoyang was determined not to be at the same table as Qiao Lan, the class teacher could not force her to do so. He had worked so hard to get a table with Chen Yaoyang, but Chen Yaoyang did not give Qiao Lan a chance.

With a sigh, he turned his head in Qiao Lan's direction.

Qiao Lan was not in her seat, and after looking around the classroom, she did not see anyone.

It was probably a trip to the toilet, and Li Fan didn't take it to heart.

Chen Yaoyang went straight to the administration building to see the class teacher.

Chen Yaoyang had just reached the door of his class teacher's office when he heard a voice he could not have imagined.

How did Qiao Lan end up here?

What did she want with the homeroom teacher? She guessed that he would talk to the homeroom teacher about the seat change, so she said hello to the homeroom teacher in advance?

Chen Yaoyang's brow furrowed and she immediately tried to enter the classroom when the class teacher's voice came out without hiding her surprise, "Did you just say you wanted to sit at the same table as Tan Mo?"

Chen Yaoyang looks up in awe.

Qiao Lan ... wants to sit at the same table as Tan Mo? Chen Yaoyang thinks he might have an ear problem.

Qiao Lan is very serious.

She wanted to sit at the same table as Tan Mo and maybe take the opportunity to get closer to Tan Mo.

On the other hand, it was better to sit at the same table as the students who had been taunting her for almost a month than to sit at Tan Mo.

"I've spoken to him before and he's just an introvert who doesn't talk much. I really want to sit at the same table with Tan Mo, I'm not joking," Qiao Lan said with great sincerity.

The class teacher was a little hesitant, "But I said after the last monthly exam that this time you would be seated according to your ranking, and according to your ranking you should be at the same table as Chen Yaoyang."

Qiao Lan managed to keep the disgust on her face under control, but still couldn't control the refusal that came out of her mouth.

"Teacher, don't let me sit at the same table as Chen Yaoyang!"

Chen Yaoyang almost lost control and ran straight into the office.

Even the class teacher noticed how much Qiao Lan refused, "Why?"

"...no reason, I just don't want to sit with him."

The class teacher thought it was a conflict between classmates and said bitterly, "Classmates should be united and love each other."

Solidarity, my ass, if she wasn't mentally strong, this kind of love for her classmates would definitely have to be psychologically overshadowed when placed in the hands of some students who are weak at heart.

"Teacher," Qiao Lan said, "if you must let me sit at the same table as Chen Yaoyang, I will move my desk and sit directly in the last row."

Classroom teacher: "......"

Outside, Chen Yaoyang's face was already blue with anger.

Qiao Lan would rather sit with Tan Mo, that idiot, than sit at the same table as him, and would rather move the table and sit alone at the end?

Chen Yaoyang has never been so disliked in his ten years of life.

If he hadn't heard it himself, Chen Yaoyang would have thought it was a fantasy.

It's amazing that such words could come out of Qiao Lan's mouth.

Chen Yaoyang, forcing down the fire, no longer wanting to make himself feel guilty, turned around and left.

In the office, it was half a day before the class teacher sighed, "You said you wanted to sit at the same table as Tan Mo, right?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Qiao Lan nodded hastily.

"Tan Mo is a bit autistic and his classmates don't want to get close to him, so I'm glad that you can take the initiative to talk to him. If Tan Mo agrees, then there will be no problem."

Qiao Lan is a little unsure of himself.

Tan Mo's indifference and detachment do not melt away so easily overnight. Even when she says good morning in the morning, Tan Mo will occasionally return her greetings, but this does not mean anything.

But...

But what if Tan Mo had said yes.

After all, he hadn't said good morning to anyone else, nor would he ever coldly tell her to go away again.

Qiao Lan nodded and agreed to the class teacher's proposal.

Li Fan and the others saw Chen Yaoyang leaving the classroom in a bad mood and returning to the classroom in an even worse mood, so they were moved and said, "What's the matter? You must sit with Qiao Lan?"

Chen Yaoyang was even more annoyed when he remembered what Qiao Lan had just said, "Shut up!"

What's wrong with this?

Li Fan looked at each other and after a while Song Yao asked Chen Yaoyang to talk to him and the two of them went out.

"Maybe old Ben didn't agree?"

Tan Mo sits in the last row, his head still bowed, but the pen in his hand is unmoving.

His hearing was a little better than normal, especially for the voices he paid special attention to, and after learning that the girl he spoke to every day was called Qiao Lan, Tan Mo had begun to actively capture the name more often than he realized.

As usual, he heard Qiao Lan's name again, and it was the sound of a few boys talking.

"Qiao Lan fought to be first at the table with Chen Yaoyang, she would have been furious if the class didn't let her sit with Chen Yaoyang?"

To sit at the same table as Chen Yaoyang?

Tan Mo's face was still cold, his facial muscles as expressionless as if they were necrotic, but even he didn't notice the light brown eyes trembling gently.

The class teacher came in from outside and nudged Tan Mo's shoulder, gesturing for Tan Mo to come out with him.

Tan Mo swivelled his wheelchair and brushed past Chen Yaoyang who had just entered the classroom, the boy's tall form casting a small shadow around him.

Tan Mo grips the wheelchair in silence.

He looked up at the class teacher in front of him, who asked him kindly, "Do you know Qiao Lan from our class?"

Why Qiao Lan was suddenly brought up, Tan Mo wondered.

"Awareness," Tan Mo said.

Mere awareness.

The class teacher was pleasantly surprised. It was rare for Tan Mo to know someone, and he didn't believe Qiao Lan when she said she had interacted with Tan Mo, but now he really thought it was possible.

"Would you like to sit at the same table with Qiao Lan?"

Tan Mo looked up suddenly.

But a few boys' voices suddenly surrounded her ears, "Qiao Lan fought for first place to be at the same table as Chen Yaoyang."

Emotions that had not yet risen unnoticed disappeared silently and cleanly again.

Tan Mo lowered her head again, her forehead hair hiding her emotionless eyes.

"No."

She had someone she wanted to be with more.

So what does it matter if he wants to or not.