Chapter 25: Genius

Tan Mo is here for the exam! That idiot with a disability is taking the exam!

The former was the shock of the Class 13 students and the latter was the astonishment of the other students who were watching.

When Qiao Lan saw Tan Mo in the morning light, a heart that had been hanging in the air finally fell.

She gave her notes to Tan Mo at the time, but Tan Mo returned them the next day. He never told Qiao Lan that he was going to take the exam, he never said exactly that he was going to take it, it was all Qiao Lan's guess.

Now Tan Mo is finally here.

Among the thousands of students, only Qiao Lan understands how rare it is for Tan Mo to be able to take such a small step out of her small, self-imposed space.

The examination room for Tan Mo examinations is on the ground floor, which has been specially arranged by the class teacher.

A few days ago, Tan Mo approached his class teacher and told him that he had to sit for the monthly examination. The class teacher was stunned for a long time before he rushed to report to the director, and since Tan Mo could not go upstairs because of his legs, the examination room was arranged on the ground floor so that Tan Mo could walk around.

Qiao Lan also wanted to walk Tan Mo to the examination hall, but when he reached the staircase, Tan Mo stopped and looked at the unknown students who had heard the commotion and came out to see what was going on, and said to Qiao Lan without a trace of expression, "You go up.

Not letting her deliver?

Qiao Lan looked down at Tan Mo for a moment, and the teenager's eyes, which did not fluctuate much, looked insistent.

"Okay," Qiao Lan looked at the time, still fifteen minutes before the exam was due to start, "I'll go up first then."

Tan Mo sat at the entrance to the stairs until he saw Qiao Lan's figure disappear completely, then he re-rolled his wheelchair and found his exam room and seat.

The students sitting around Tan Mo inevitably looked at her, especially when there were two other students from Class 13 in the same classroom, and they were all overwhelmed with curiosity. Most of the students who came for the exam had brought their books with them so that they could look at them before the exam, but Tan Mo's desk was empty except for two pens.

Tan Mo Why all of a sudden, isn't he just wasting money on papers by taking the exam?

On the other side of the building, Qiao Lan, who was in the same building as Tan Mo but on the third floor, was walking towards the third floor after separating from Tan Mo when she coincidentally met Hao Ying.

Hao Ying came up to say hello to Qiao Lan again and was surprised to find that Qiao Lan was also on the third floor.

Hao Ying: ......

White surprise, not even in the same exam room.

But even if they were still in the same exam room, they couldn't be sitting right in front of each other again.

One can only pray that it is still the big boys sitting in front or behind this time.

Qiao Lan returned to the classroom and took out a pen and paper.

The senior year has the most courses and the most subjects to be examined, eight in total, all of which have to be taken in two days, so you can imagine how much time is needed for the exams.

The morning continued with Physics and Maths.

One was a little worrying for Qiao Lan and one was a very sure thing for Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan was a little apprehensive, but the paper was much harder than the last midterm, and this apprehension continued until the paper was found.

......

The more you do it, the more apprehensive you become.

And then slightly more devastated.

Can the difference between a school and a school really be this big?

This physics paper is, really, a bit too hard.

Qiao Lan used to go to high school in S. Although it wasn't XX I, I did do XX I papers and I didn't feel so overwhelmed at the time.

In the last physics exam, Qiao Lan scored over 140, which was more than acceptable, but this time, after the papers were finally collected, Qiao Lan really had no idea what to expect.

Before the invigilator had even left, the class was already talking about it.

"My God this is too hard."

"I was thinking I wouldn't know this one, so I'd do the next one, but then I looked all the way through and there weren't even a few that I knew."

"It's over I don't think I'll be able to pass this time...the questions are too sick..."

The chatter around the room didn't comfort Qiao Lan much either; after all, there were only three people in the classroom that I knew, all from the class, and all three of them didn't even rank in the top ten.

If Chen Yaoyang or Pei Ning had also said that it was really too difficult, Qiao Lan would have felt slightly better.

Difficult as it may be, it's still a good idea to face the next door with a smile.

When she was in high school, Qiao Lan was very good at maths, and after she studied literature, she was able to pull ahead of her classmates by a large margin, so she also studied maths at university.

Once she started the maths paper, Qiao Lan had a rough idea of what to expect.

The questions this time were definitely super difficult papers, even for XX I. XX I probably also wanted to test the students, and the paper was quite a bit more difficult than usual this time.

In the previous midterm, Qiao Lan had nearly 20 minutes to finish the questions, but this time she ran out of time and still had two questions left at the end of the question.

After all, seven marks had already been lost and Qiao Lan had little confidence in the last question of the multiple choice.

She, Pei Ning and Chen Yaoyang were the three best maths students in the class, and after a month of knowing them, Qiao Lan could almost see that they were not as good as her.

Qiao Lan didn't do the questions, these two should, and couldn't.

The second monthly exam, compared to the last midterm, was so obvious that the students reacted to it. Two exams were taken in one morning and as soon as the papers were collected, everyone started wailing.

After Qiao Lan left the classroom, she met several students from the same class who came up to her to check their answers.

Qiao Lan went downstairs and found the classroom where Tan Mo was sitting quietly.

He was used to leaving after everyone had gone.

Qiao Lan came in unexpectedly and the students who hadn't left yet looked at him curiously, but Qiao Lan didn't care at all and walked over and sat in front of Tan Mo to wait with him.

"Well," Qiao Lan whispered in a lowered voice.

This how is too broad in scope, Tan Mo didn't understand for a while, is it how is the physical condition or how is the examination?

When Qiao Lan saw Tan Mo, he was stunned, and only then did he realize that he couldn't ask Tan Mo in such a vague way, but had to ask him very clearly, and that he might have been confused in his exams today, and his IQ was a bit off.

"The paper, did you find it difficult."

Tan Mo shakes his head honestly.

"It's not hard", and after finishing, probably thinking he hadn't said it to a sufficient degree, added, "It's easy."

Qiao Lan who was almost driven mad by physics: ......

Okay, she finally understood that the gap between the smart people in the general population, and the geniuses, was simply bigger than she had imagined.

Perhaps the meltdown on Qiao Lan's face was so obvious that even Tan Mo vaguely picked up on it, but it's hard to think of a reason for it yet, except that she wasn't in a good mood.

Tan Mo thought about it for a long time before hesitating, "You're not happy?"

Tan Mo can actually sense her emotions?

Qiao Lan was dumbfounded, his mind stalled for a moment before he hurriedly said, "I'm not unhappy, I just feel that I didn't do very well in the exam, the paper was so difficult."

Tan Mo finally understood why Qiao Lan looked like that when she said it was easy.

He thought about it and couldn't really comfort anyone, so he had to use his usual logical analysis of reasoning to Qiao Lan, "You're first in age, so if you find it hard too, everyone else will find it harder."

So there is no need to be unhappy.

This is the most common phrase used by Tan Mo and Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo, who explained to her carefully, and the unhappiness from the exam failure subsided little by little, "Actually I'm not really worried about the others, I'm just a bit worried about Chen Yaoyang, he's very good at Physics and Chemistry and I don't want to lose to him."

Tan Mo's eyes felt like a layer of ice had frozen in them for a moment.

Tan Mo inevitably recalls the words of some of his classmates.

Because you want to sit with Chen Yaoyang, or because you care too much about Chen Yaoyang?

Qiao Lan saw him looking at her steadily, "What's wrong?"

"Why don't you want to lose to Chen Yaoyang alone."

"Even Qin Yang, who had bullied her before, was not as annoying as Chen Yaoyang.

Tan Mo is not satisfied with this answer.

What Qiao Lan wants to say is that she hates Chen Yaoyang because he looked down on her at first, so she doesn't want to lose to Chen Yaoyang, but Tan Mo draws a different meaning to it.

Because Chen Yaoyang will look down on you if you don't do well in the exam, you have to pass Chen Yaoyang to make him look up to you.

Qiao Lan, even if he had been more attentive, could not have imagined that Tan Mo would have understood this level of meaning, so he stood up and smiled, "The class is empty, we should go too", and then looked at Tan Mo, "After writing so many words in the exam, are your hands tired? "

Tan Mo's hands tightened and after a moment he whispered a low yes.

In the afternoon, Qiao Lan was relatively easy, but only relatively easy.

Qiao Lan, the teacher who gave the paper, really wanted to give the teacher two words.

Sky Show.

A multiple-choice question with four options. After reading option A, I thought it was A, but then I thought it was B after reading B.

There was no such thing as a question where you could tell at a glance that the answer was correct. Each of the four options was correct on its own, and some of them even still felt right when set in the question.

There were one or two questions where Qiao Lan felt as if she was looking for a difference rather than taking a history test.

A day passed and four exams took the skin off the students' door buckets.

Qiao Lan was glad that she had taken the night off and didn't have to go to the Western restaurant, so she had to save her strength for the exam tomorrow.

Before Qiao Lan could open his mouth, Pei Ning was already crying, "Damn this physics I'm going to cry, I think I'm going to die tomorrow in English."

Pei Ning cried and Qiao Lan was happy.

Even Pei Ning cried that physics was too difficult, and Qiao Lan felt that she could not have done too badly this time.

Pei Ning yelled twice and suddenly choked, blinking and pointing to the door, "That, isn't it waiting for you."

Qiao Lan looked back and saw Tan Mo's wheelchair outside the door, Tan Mo's back was turned to her and she was looking out the hallway.

Qiao Lan hurriedly took the book and walked out.

"Tan Mo, I'm not going to the Western restaurant today", Qiao Lan said, to save Tan Mo from making another trip.

Qiao Lan paused, but she wanted to say that you shouldn't come here anymore, or not every day.

Although Tan Mo's family is not short of money, it is not a good idea to pour money out like this every day.

Moreover, Tan Mo has been eating for almost two months now, although the Western restaurant says it has a lot of dishes.

In two months, even the most extensive menu has been eaten back and forth many times.

It's time to get bored of eating too.

But somehow, Qiao Lan felt that Tan Mo was not in a very good mood at the moment, and guessed whether it was because he had not done well in the afternoon or because of something else.

Qiao Lan breathed a sigh of relief when Uncle Chan picked up Tan Mo.

No need to go to the Western restaurant, Qiao Lan came home early today and after walking for a while she heard someone calling her from behind.

When I turn my head, I see Qiao Lu.

As soon as she saw Qiao Lu, Qiao Lan felt that she had nothing good to say to her and turned away from her, not wanting to talk to her, and continued walking.

Qiao Lu was furious and chased after him, "Didn't you hear me calling you? Didn't your mother teach you manners?"

Qiao Lan gave Qiao Lu a blank look, "I have to answer you when you call me, who are you that I have to listen to you so much?"

Qiao Lu is a "good girl" and doesn't know how to argue. When Qiao Lan said something to her, she snorted, "Go ahead, I'll see how proud you are when the results come out.

Qiao Lan was surprised, "What, you're going to challenge yourself to get to the top of your grade?"

"You!"

You have the nerve to mention top of your grade.

You really think you are top of your grade when you copy a grade.

This time the exam paper was bought back from XX First Form, and it was also a new paper, so there would be absolutely no more answers for Qiao Lan to copy.

She was waiting to see how Qiao Lan would go from the top of her grade back to the bottom this time.

When she thought about it, she stopped being angry and walked away with her ponytail tugging, with a look on her face that would make you look good.

When I got home, Qiao Lan did a little revision and went to bed at 10 o'clock, knowing that the hardest part of the exam was over anyway and that tomorrow would be no harder than today.

On the second day, there was no Qiao Lan weakness, especially in geography, language and English, where Qiao Lan was at the top.

The last course of the afternoon was the language, which took two and a half hours to take, so it was already 6pm when the test was finally finished.

Qiao Lan couldn't be bothered to check her answers with her classmates, so she picked up her bag and ran outside.

Qiao Lan subconsciously turned around and Uncle Chan slowly lowered the window and said with a smile, "Going to the restaurant? Let's go together."

Qiao Lan looked through the window and saw Tan Mo in the back seat, hidden in the shadows, looked at the time, pulled open the door and got in.

"Thanks."

"Thanks for nothing," Uncle Chan said with a smile on his face, giving Tan Mo a look, "By the way."

Uncle Chan is in a very good mood these days.

When Tan Mo told him that she wanted to study for her high school exams, Uncle Chan was so excited that he almost cried, but when he looked up Qiao Lan, he found out that the girl's family background was not so good, but her grades were surprisingly good.

Uncle Chan thought he might have guessed something, but didn't dare ask Tan Mo.

But it doesn't detract from the fact that Uncle Chan has taken his affection for Qiao Lan to another level.

This was Qiao Lan's second ride in Uncle Chan's car, but last time there was no Tan Mo on board.

Qiao Lan turned his head to look at Tan Mo, who had just finished his exam, and casually asked him how he felt about his exam today.

For a moment, Tan Mo's lips pursed even tighter.

Qiao Lan: ????

What, is this a failure to do well in the exam?

It's not a good exam.

Last course, language.

Tan Mo went to the United States when he was seven and stayed until he was fourteen. Although his mother and Uncle Chan spoke Chinese with him all the time, he was still no match for the ordinary children who grew up in China.

But Tan Mo's reading is so extensive, both foreign and domestic, that he's not far off, and his logic and attention to detail are uncommon.

Tan Mo was in a very bad mood because of her essay today.

The essay is a look-at-me question.

It would have been fine if it had been an ordinary look at a social phenomenon, but instead it was a human interpretation.

For people with Asperger syndrome, this is simply not visible.

He can only see the objective, the material things, the emotions and the life that lie behind them, which Tan Mo does not understand.

After the exam, he heard many people talking about the intention of the essay and knew that he might have misunderstood it.

Qiao Lan thought about it and said, "Sympathy, I guess."

Tan Mo Viet was silent, just as the other students had said, and nothing like what he had written.

Tan Mo has never taken an exam, but knows that half the marks will be deducted for an essay that goes off-topic.

But there was nothing he could do about it; he simply couldn't see it, and even if he could, he didn't understand what it meant to have compassion.

When the little girl next door fell off the swing as a child and cried, he stood by and didn't move a muscle.

The adults who arrived coaxed the little girl while pointing at him and saying he had no compassion.

That was the first time he knew the word compassion, but he didn't understand it and he didn't have that emotion. The little girl kept crying, but he didn't feel anything in his heart.

Tan Mo, who was already in a depressed mood, didn't say a word after Qiao Lan said those two words.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo with a dumbfounded expression and suddenly looked at him with low pressure and ignorance, so he could only look at Uncle Chan for help.

Tan Mo's emotions were out of control, and it's a big improvement that he doesn't get angry or cranky.

Qiao Lan didn't know what was going on with Tan Mo until she helped him order at work, but she could probably guess that it had something to do with her.

Qiao Lan looked back and saw that there were few people there and the foreman was not there, so he squatted down and talked to Tan Mo quietly.

"Does it feel like you didn't do too well on the test, no, you're so smart."

Tan Mo drops her eyelashes.

It's definitely not going to be good, the 30 points are gone.

Qiao Lan saw him unmoved and had to continue, "And even if you don't do well in the exam, it's okay, it's your first time..."

How can it be okay if you can't sit at the same table with you if you don't do well on the exam.

Qiao Lan was really at his wit's end and sighed, looking up at the teenager's pale face.

Looking at people from the bottom up, this is not usually a good angle to look at them, but Tan Mo still looks over the top.

Tan Mo's features are excellent.

Although it is not accurate to describe a boy as delicate, Tan Mo's features are very delicate, but it is a pity that he is usually too gloomy and his hair is not cut off, and it is getting longer and longer to completely cover his eyes, so people will only find him morbid and find him scary.

The soft orange light, reflected on Tan Mo's pale face, softened his features, and his long, thick lashes left a small shadow under his eyelids, making his already slightly light-coloured eyes look even more amber in the light.

Qiao Lan exclaims from the bottom of her heart, " Tan Mo , you have such beautiful eyes."

Beautiful eyes, with a slight tremor in them.

"It's just that it's covered by hair, it's the only angle you can see so clearly", Qiao Lan said, standing up again and looking down from a height, those eyes are covered again, such nice eyes, "it's really too bad they're covered."

Tan Mo lifted his head and tilted it to look at her, his lips twitching.

He wants to say that he actually thought Qiao Lan's dark, shiny eyes were pretty from the moment he saw them.

But in the end, the words were not spoken.

Only after Qiao Lan had left did Tan Mo realise that the irritation caused by the language run-ons had been much lessened.

He looked steadily at Qiao Lan's back until Uncle Chan came back in. Uncle Chan looked closely at Tan Mo's expression and suddenly heard Tan Mo say, "Tomorrow", and then continued after a pause, "I want to get my hair cut. "

Tan Mo has made a big decision.

Because cutting his hair was really painful for him, the feeling of having his scalp tightened by being touched to his hair would make him fidget.

Uncle Chan froze, then beamed, "Good, good."

This weekend has been both simmering and exciting for the senior students of the Annexe.

Last time the exams were on Monday and Tuesday, so everyone had a two-day cushion, and as a result, this time they were taken on Thursday and Friday, and we will know the results as soon as we return from the holidays.

It's so exciting.

So much so that on Monday morning, many students came in earlier than usual and did not memorise their books and opened the computers in the classroom to check their results on the campus text.

Unfortunately, it's not out yet.

Everyone was a little disappointed, but not for long, as the overall results were not available and the papers were delivered in full in one stream.

As soon as we returned to the classroom after the flag-raising in the morning, we saw a pile of papers piled up on the lecture table and the students rushed up to hand them out with a shout of surprise.

All out except for the slowest changing language.

Qiao Lan couldn't help but take a breath.

But when the rolls came in, Qiao Lan was even more pumped up.

She had a feeling that physics would not be too good, but after seeing the score of 107, she still panicked a little.

But it was a relief to look back at Pei Ning 116 and hear Chen Yaoyang 121 next to it.

One of the boys sitting behind Qiao Lan was dumbfounded when he held up his 70-point paper.

But the papers that were sent down with them all had much lower grades than the previous one.

Last time there were three perfect scores in the maths class, this time Qiao Lan scored the highest mark of 133, Chen Yaoyang was two marks lower than Qiao Lan at 131.

But before Qiao Lan could breathe a sigh of relief, the chemistry papers came in: Chen Yaoyang 132, Qiao Lan 123.

Chen Yaoyang's recent efforts were not in vain, as he scored seven out of eight, except for the last language, which added up to a total of 12 points higher than Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan 873, and Chen Yaoyang 885.

Chen Yaoyang was finally relieved, he didn't believe that Qiao Lan could score more than 12 points higher than him in the language.

Pei Ning took a quiet look at Qiao Lan and whispered, " Chen Yaoyang seems to be getting a bit serious these days, first, can we keep it."

Qiao Lan frowned, "I don't think we'll be able to keep the first one, but it's not necessarily lower than Chen Yaoyang, right?"

Qiao Lan felt that she had done particularly well in the language, and if she had, she might have scored 12 points higher than Chen Yaoyang.

But Pei Ning didn't understand Qiao Lan's comment that she might not be lower than Chen Yaoyang, but the number one spot was not possible.

He and Song Yao did not score as high as Qiao Lan, let alone Chen Yaoyang.

Qiao Lan didn't say anything, but glanced back at Tan Mo, who hadn't come yet because the flag-raising had finished early and it was still early for morning study.

But why is Tan Mo's paper missing too?

Qiao Lan was wondering where the papers had gone when the class teacher came in with a few papers in her hand, the surprise on her face not even having time to put them away, looking at Tan Mo's position as soon as she came in.

He was slightly disappointed to see that Tan Mo was not there, so he put some papers in his hand on Tan Mo's desk and asked the student sitting in front of Tan Mo to tell him to come to the next office when Tan Mo arrived.

The student gave an "oh" and subconsciously glanced back at the paper on Tan Mo's desk.

Crikey, silly.

Chen Yaoyang only got 121 in Physics, but Tan Mo's paper had a big 150.

......

?????

What the hell.

A few people came over to see what Tan Mo could write about as he suddenly turned around and opened the pile.

The result was that everyone, all of them, was confused.

Maths, 150, Chemistry, 150, Physics 150, English, 148, Geography, 147 ......

One after another, with nothing but exclamations and cripples, some students quickly got out their computers and added the seven doors, thinking they had added them wrong, and added them again.

Finally giggling at the numbers on the calculator.

999, rounded up to 1000.

Seven courses, combined, 999, against a total score of only 1200!

The scariest thing is that Chen Yaoyang, who just had the highest seven-door score, is 885, while Tan Mo's seven-door score is almost 120 higher than Chen Yaoyang's seven-door score.

If they hadn't double-checked that it was only seven doors, everyone would have thought that one door had been added less.

The highest scoring Chen Yaoyang, even if he scored a hundred and three or four, would only add up to twelve or three hundred points, and the eight subjects would only add up to twenty or thirty points more than the seven subjects in Tan Mo.

What's more, Chen Yaoyang might not even get that high.

Perhaps the expressions on these people's faces were too indescribable, and several of Qin Yang came over to watch the fun, and after watching, they just exploded, "Fake, right, Tan Mo got 1,000 in seven exams??"

Qiao Lan's eyes lit up and she almost jumped out of her seat, rushing out to see what was going on, but the class was suddenly silent.

Qiao Lan turned around as if he sensed something.

The familiar teenager, still pushing his wheelchair, appeared at the classroom door.

But it was different from the usual.

The eyes were no longer hidden by his obtrusive hair, his skin still pale and his delicate features exposed for all to see as he sat quietly in his wheelchair, his light brown eyes looking out at the classroom of shocked students.

The last glance falls on Qiao Lan's face.

He looked at her, perhaps a little shy and embarrassed because he had revealed his whole face, and his long, slender eyelashes, unconsciously, trembled gently.