Chapter 26: Teach You

Not to mention the others, even Qiao Lan was dumbfounded for a while.

She had thought about what Tan Mo would look like with a haircut, but now that she's actually seen Tan Mo, she realises that she looks better than she thought she would.

The students, who had just rushed to look at Tan Mo's paper, suddenly seemed shocked and put Tan Mo's paper on the table and moved out of the way, watching in awe as Tan Mo returned to his seat.

"It's... Tan Mo, right..."

"Yeah right..."

"That roll just now...it really was Tan Mo's too, wasn't it..."

"Yeah right..."

Pei Ning sits back in her seat, looks at it, then looks back a moment later, and finally looks at Qiao Lan and falls into self-doubt.

"Does hairstyle really have that much of an impact on face value?"

Qiao Lan looked at Pei Ning's small hairy inches and the small freckles on her face and couldn't bear to tell Pei Ning that it shouldn't affect you too much.

The next moment, Qiao Lan had left her seat and gone over to Tan Mo.

She was really too surprised and pleasantly surprised.

The girl sitting in front of Tan Mo was always annoyed when Qiao Lan used to come over to Tan Mo's side.

Tan Mo's papers are a mess, Tan Mo looks at the papers on her desk and doesn't want to touch them.

Qiao Lan sits down and arranges all the papers. Tan Mo looks at the papers in Qiao Lan's hand and reaches out to pick them up again.

He looked over the paper and stared at that 121 for a long time when he saw that there were only 121 marks in History.

Qiao Lan already knew Tan Mo was smart, but when she found out that Tan Mo had outright beaten her by more than 100 points, she was shocked from the bottom of her heart, and the word "genius", which had previously been used for fun, became real and dazzling.

Tan Mo's facial expressions are rare and until now Qiao Lan has only seen some slightly odd smiles from Tan Mo, let alone anything else.

Qiao Lan saw that he kept staring at the paper and moved his head forward a little to look at the history paper.

This 121 really stands out a bit in a clear field of over 140 marks, but that's only if the paper is hard!

"Tan Mo," Qiao Lan called out to Tan Mo and continued after seeing him look up, "You know, just now, in History alone, I was the highest mark in the class, but I wasn't after you came."

Tan Mo looked at the paper, then at Qiao Lan, as if comforted, but not.

Instead of staring at this paper, he pressed it to the bottom of the page.

Qiao Lan: "......"

Okay, she gets it, Tan Mo's high standards for himself don't change just because someone else, even if it's her, is just not happy with this 121 history paper.

Very stubborn.

Qiao Lan can guarantee that if Tan Mo takes the exam again next time, she will put a special emphasis on history beforehand.

If it was surprising enough that Qiao Lan topped Chen Yaoyang last time, it was shocking to see Tan Mo, with her new look, scoring so freakishly high today.

Almost everyone in the class was staring at Tan Mo's side, watching Tan Mo's face still expressionless, but his mouth moving in and out as he spoke to Qiao Lan, and no one dared to mock Tan Mo anymore for saying what he was saying, for saying he couldn't understand them.

And no one dares to say that he is a fool or a madman.

If Tan Mo is stupid, what are they? Retarded?

The saying that genius and madness are next to each other suddenly comes to mind.

There is only one step from genius to madness, and the price of a genius brain is that they will be a little flawed in other areas.

It was as if in this instant, Tan Mo's previous 'oddness', 'gloom' and 'horror' were all explained in a flash.

The class teacher came back to the classroom, and when he saw Tan Mo, his eyes lit up and he asked Tan Mo to follow him to his office.

The class was like putting a piece of bubblegum in water, and after a few moments of quiet, this suddenly stirred up.

"So Qiao Lan already knew that Tan Mo wasn't actually brain...challenged? How did she know that?"

"Tan Mo has 999 points now, so it's definitely not Chen Yaoyang who will be first this time."

"Isn't there a language still to come out?"

"The language is so difficult this time, Chen Yaoyang is not the strongest language, Tan Mo even if he gets 20 marks in language, his overall score is higher than Chen Yaoyang, let alone do you think he can possibly get 20 marks in language?"

"...it's not even in the same dimension as us, it's fucking terrifying, let's not talk about it, Chen Yaoyang is blue in the face..."

It's normal for people to score 10 or 20 points higher than second place, but it's unprecedented for people like Tan Mo to score over 100 points higher.

Tan Mo, who had scored an unprecedented result, looked at the class teacher who was so excited that he couldn't speak correctly, and after the class teacher finished marvelling again, he said coldly, "Can I go back now."

"Wait", the class teacher finally finished her sigh and thought for a moment, "Right there is one thing, before when you just came to school, your father said that you don't like to have contact with people, so he arranged for you to sit in the last row. But this time, we are still arranging the seats according to the exam ranking, and the teacher also hopes that you can have more contact with your classmates, so this time the seats..."

"Ranking by ranking", Tan Mo finished the latter for the class teacher.

The class teacher didn't expect Tan Mo to be so nice today and froze for a moment smiling cheerfully, "It's long overdue, now it's just the language that's missing, the total score will definitely come out before the class meeting this afternoon, then we can..."

"I don't sit with Chen Yaoyang."

The class teacher was still talking when he was interrupted by a sudden comment from Tan Mo.

"What", the class teacher looked at Tan Mo in surprise , " Chen Yaoyang ?"

Tan Mo just spoke to Qiao Lan and said that she had seven results and Chen Yaoyang was a dozen points ahead of her for the time being, so Qiao Lan wasn't too sure she could beat Chen Yaoyang this time.

Seeing that the class teacher didn't seem to understand him, Tan Mo Ninja patiently explained again, "If Chen Yaoyang comes second, I won't sit at the same table as him."

Classroom teacher: "......"

That's a bit of a familiar phrase.

A month or so ago, Qiao Lan, who had scored the highest marks in the year, came to tell him that she was determined not to be at Chen Yaoyang's table.

Why do they all dislike Chen Yaoyang all of a sudden? If he didn't know better, he would have thought that Chen Yaoyang was hated by everyone in the class.

Qiao Lan was reluctant before, and Tan Mo was reluctant again this time, so the class teacher had no choice but to say, "Who do you want to sit at the table with?"

Tan Mo was silent before throwing two words at the class teacher.

"Qiao Lan ."

......

Once again, the class teacher was speechless.

So you want to be at Qiao Lan's table? I specifically asked you if you wanted to be at Qiao Lan's table, and who told me flat out no?

"The class teacher couldn't say who was second, and it might not even be Chen Yaoyang or Qiao Lan.

The last language grade was sent in at the end of the first class in the afternoon while everyone was doing eye exercises.

I didn't even want to do the eye exercise for a while, so I started handing out papers right away. When the eye exercise was over, I quickly turned on the computer in the classroom and went to the campus website to check the ranking of this exam.

The rankings are finally out.

Find the senior 13 class directly and pull up to the top.

Even though most people already knew this before, they still gasped when they saw the names at the top and the final score.

First place, Tan Mo, overall, 1102.

The language was not particularly high, with 102 points, but the total score was still incredibly high.

1102, only 1200 out of 100!

Someone just took a sneak peek at Tan Mo's language paper and the essay was badly off-topic so it only got 28 marks.

Crap does that have to be another 20 or so points higher?

Then further down the line, second place, 1005, was 97 points short of first place and a direct break occurred.

And look at the second place name, eh, Chen Yaoyang?

Chen Yaoyang has overtaken Qiao Lan this time?

Hastily looking further down, Qiao Lan, still in second place, tied with Chen Yaoyang with a total of 1005.

Chen Yaoyang had a 12-point advantage over Qiao Lan in seven subjects, but Qiao Lan was able to catch up by relying on her language.

So, it was a draw.

Just say whether it's a coincidence or not, Chen Yaoyang is angry or not.

And further down, there is another small break, with Pei Ning fourth, almost thirty points below Chen Yaoyang and Qiao Lan.

Further down the line, there is little interest.

At first, everyone thought it would be another battle between Qiao Lan and Chen Yaoyang, but the sudden appearance of Tan Mo stole all the attention.

Chen Yaoyang is silent and Qiao Lan is in a good mood.

She just didn't want to lose to Chen Yaoyang. When she found out that she was 12 points below Chen Yaoyang in seven subjects, she was apprehensive, but she didn't expect to make up for it with just one subject.

It's just a shame it only caught back up, it would have looked good a little higher, a point higher would have been fine.

Unlike Qiao Lan's good mood, Chen Yaoyang's mood was, well, awful, but this bad mood had started in the morning, he could never have imagined that someone could have crushed his score so cruelly, and that this person would be Tan Mo?

In the afternoon, Qiao Lan drew a draw in one language, making Chen Yaoyang, who was already in a bad mood, even more depressed.

It was second last time and second this time, but the difference between the two second places was evident to Chen Yaoyang.

After being pipped by Qiao Lan last time, he was only slightly remorseful but didn't care too much, he could have recovered with a little effort.

But this time, for the first time in her life, Chen Yaoyang understood a word called impossible.

--

The results were announced and the whole school opened the age rankings by hand after the first look at their class rankings, and everyone was still curious about the first place in each case.

The first place winner was Chen Yaoyang, a handsome man known throughout the school.

I don't know if Chen Yaoyang can catch up this time.

It turns out that this time it's not Chen Yaoyang, nor is it Qiao Lan, but Tan Mo.

Who is Tan Mo?

A crowd of students were confused and someone whispered a reminder, "It's that silly... student in class 13 who is in a wheelchair every day."

The words "fool" stuck in my mouth, and looking at the score, who would dare to say Tan Mo was a fool.

Everyone didn't know who Tan Mo was, but they knew the boy who was in a wheelchair every day, and when they looked at Tan Mo's score, they were shocked to see that he was almost a hundred points ahead of the second and third place finishers.

"Crikey I was in the same exam room as him last time, ah, and was wondering what he was doing running in."

"...this score, is it true, it's a bit ridiculously high."

"I'm not even half the fucking test people take?"

"Have you noticed, the top three are all in class 13... what a bunch of people in class 13."

Qiao Lu, who was hidden among her classmates, had regressed one place in her class this time, eighth place, with an overall score of 879, a score that could not even make it into the top 15 in Class 13. She looked round at Qiao Lan's name, 1005, who was ranked second in the class, as if she had been slapped hard, and the thought that popped up in her mind was impossible.

But it's not as sure as it was last time.

She remembered what her mother had said, "If Qiao Lan could copy once, could she do it again?

Qiao Lu was even more convinced that Qiao Lan would return to the level of her first monthly exam and become the laughing stock of everyone.

As a result, Qiao Lan's score was as high as ever.

Although not first in age, for a student like Qiao Lu, who has never been in the top 300 in age, first and second don't seem to make much difference.

After all, Qiao Lan's grade would have put her at the top of her class.

Qiao Lu was still reluctant to believe it. She opened her mouth to talk to her tablemates, but she didn't dare.

They even exclaimed, "Qiao Lan is the only one in the whole year with a hundred and three languages, isn't she?"

"Is there really such a person these days who is so top in both languages and maths?"

"I remember Qiao Lan was in the last full marks essay, I read her essay and felt like I had studied one more high school than me..."

Qiao Lu didn't dare to speak, sitting in her seat in a daze, looking at her paper, and finally couldn't help herself, breaking down and crying again.

--

Senior Year 13, with its own power, dominates the top three classes of its age, and its average score even sits at the top of the grade. Other teachers cannot mention how envious they are of the class teacher of Class 13.

In particular, some teachers had sympathy for Tan Mo when they first learned that he was in Class 13.

Who would have thought that Tan Mo was not as retarded as everyone thought, but simply did not want to take the test?

Now when you take the test, it scares the hell out of everyone.

The class teacher cheerfully ignored the envious glances of the other teachers and entered the classroom during the last class meeting, and was amused again when he looked at the students in the class who had organized their bags and were waiting to change their seats.

For students of this age, changing seats is really something to look forward to.

The class teacher saw Tan Mo sitting at the end of the class. The boy had cut his hair and was a different person, perhaps because of his grades.

Unlike the other students who were either nervous or excited, this child sat at the end, motionless and still without any expression on his face, as if he had nothing to look forward to even with the change of seats that everyone was looking forward to.

But no one knew that Tan Mo was on the edge of his seat at this moment.

His hands are gripped tightly in the wheelchair, his eyes are slightly stiff with nervousness, and he occasionally sneaks a glance over at Qiao Lan before pulling back again.

Soon, he will be able to sit at the same table as Qiao Lan.

After all, the fact that he came first and the class teacher had promised him that was no longer changeable.

But...

Tan Mo unconsciously glances over at Qiao Lan again, where Pei Ning is talking to Qiao Lan, whose smiling face can be seen from this angle.

She is smiling and talking to Pei Ning.

She and Pei Ning were actually very good too, and Tan Mo knew they were close when Qiao Lan was still sitting in front of him, and they had spoken to each other much more than he had to her.

Would Qiao Lan have wanted to sit with him as much as he did?

Wouldn't he feel that it was actually much better to sit with Pei Ning than him?

And Chen Yaoyang before that, would she prefer to be with Chen Yaoyang ...

Thoughts started spreading uncontrollably in all directions again, and I didn't even hear what the class teacher said until he posted a seating chart on the projector and then asked everyone to change their own seats according to the chart.

He looks up, quietly watching his name and Qiao Lan's name circled in a box, and an indescribable sense of intimacy creeps over him.

He finally left the seat he had been sitting in for nearly three months and stepped out from under the small shadow of the table next to his own, where he saw Qiao Lan's name written in large letters on the books that sat on the table.

With a slight movement, you can touch Qiao Lan's arm.

With a slow turn of her head, she could see the side of Qiao Lan's face and the smirk on it. Amidst the chaotic sounds around her, Qiao Lan's body leaned over and whispered near Tan Mo's ear, "I was afraid the class teacher would put Chen Yaoyang at the same table as you, but luckily it was me."

Too close, Tan Mo thought.

His already sensitive skin could even feel Qiao Lan's breath as he spoke in his ear, Tan Mo was a little afraid to turn his head but couldn't help it, his pretty light brown eyes fixed on Qiao Lan , "You and Pei Ning are very close."

With Pei Ning? What's wrong?

"You're not at the same table now."

Qiao Lan burst out laughing, "But aren't we supposed to be on better terms?"

Her dark eyes looked at Tan Mo in silence for a long moment before Tan Mo suddenly misplaced her gaze.

He habitually stares into the other person's eyes as he speaks, and because he cannot discern the meaning expressed in the other person's eyes of expression, he does not feel that he will do anything by staring at them.

But now that Qiao Lan is watching, a strange feeling suddenly arises in Tan Mo's heart.

It was like walking into class this morning and being seen by Qiao Lan because she was uncomfortable with her new hairstyle and was not used to showing her whole face.

Suddenly not daring to look at each other, suddenly with a trembling heart, suddenly with eyes that ripple gently.

Ten minutes later, the class finally changed seats and Qiao Lan turned her head to see the familiar Chen Yaoyang, but this time Qiao Lan suddenly wanted to laugh.

This time, because of Tan Mo, Pei Ning became the fourth from the previous third, and became the same table as Chen Yaoyang, while Zhao Tong and Song Yao sat together.

Pei Ning, who wanted to sit at the same table as Song Yao, ended up with her the first time and Chen Yaoyang the second.

Zhao Tong and Song Yao, who both wanted to sit at the same table as Chen Yaoyang, were surprised to see them sitting together.

Qiao Lan and Tan Mo asked for Tan Mo's physics paper, looking at their 107 marks and then Tan Mo's beautiful full marks.

Tan Mo watched Qiao Lan sigh twice before thinking twice and then saying, "It's not hard."

Qiao Lan: "...... is hard for me."

Tan Mo pursed her lips, "I'll teach you."

Qiao Lan instantly cheered up, "Really."

Of course it's true, Tan Mo thought to himself, and before that, every time he watched Pei Ning lecture Qiao Lan on physical chemistry, he wanted to say that he could do it too.

But Qiao Lan seldom came to ask him, and if he did, it was only after he had asked Pei Ning, who would not.

Now that he was Qiao Lan's tablemate, as long as he told Qiao Lan first, Qiao Lan wouldn't have to ask anyone else...right?

Qiao Lan doesn't know how many little thoughts Tan Mo has in her head at once. Her worst subject is Physics, and although she has always asked Pei Ning for help before, Pei Ning's Physics is not as good as Chen Yaoyang's, let alone Tan Mo's.

Now that Tan Mo has agreed to offer to teach her physics, Qiao Lan is feeling very motivated for her final exam of the semester.

With Tan Mo teaching her, she might not be so far behind Chen Yaoyang in Physics in the next final exam, and as long as she doesn't get any marks in Physics, she won't worry about being overshadowed by Chen Yaoyang at all.

So the new pair, on their first day at the table, agreed to study well and help each other out, and formally started to implement this during recess the next day.

Before Qiao Lan could get to a problem she couldn't do, Tan Mo opened her physics exercise book with a blank face.

"Ask."

Qiao Lan: ......

Tan Mo is willing to teach and Qiao Lan will not push.

Quickly flipping through the exercise book to find the empty questions between them, he placed the book in front of Tan Mo, "This."

Tan Mo looked at it and, after less than ten seconds, quickly wrote out the answer and returned the book to Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan waited for a few seconds, but Tan Mo did not open his mouth.

They stared at each other for a long time before Qiao Lan spoke uncertainly, "Well, how did you arrive at that answer, the process, the process..."

Tan Mo looked at the question and then at Qiao Lan, her pretty eyes in a daze.

He pretty much came up with the answer after reading it, so there was no process.

Qiao Lan: ......

The initial battle was a failure.

Qiao Lan, fearing that Tan Mo would be devastated, hurriedly turned up another one, "It's okay, it's okay, this, write out as much of the process as you can think of."

Tan Mo resumes working on it, and after a while returns the book to Qiao Lan, who looks at it.

This time there is a process, the result, not read.

It is like a high school student giving a maths problem to a primary school student, a problem that can be done at once by setting an unknown, but becomes impossible to do because the primary school student has no idea what it means to be an unknown.

Can't speak anymore.

Tan Mo, even if he was slow, knew that it was his own fault that he couldn't go on, and because he couldn't do anything about it, he suddenly became a bit agitated, dissatisfied with himself, afraid that Qiao Lan would be disappointed, and all sorts of emotions crowded into his mind.

Emotions are starting to get out of hand again.

"No more talk," he dropped his pen in annoyance and sat down in his seat with his eyes sombre, no one knew what he was thinking.

Qiao Lan: ...what about this?

She didn't see it coming either, and now it's slipping away before it even starts.

Qiao Lan tried to talk to Tan Mo, but Tan Mo was back to being silent when she was in a bad mood, so she didn't know what to do.

Tan Mo saw her turn around and leave, and was about to say something when he heard a boy next to him say, "Yaoyang, I find you and Qiao Lan really have a good relationship..."

Tan Mo's hand, squeezing the pen, tightened suddenly.

When Qiao Lan came back, he was surprised to see Tan Mo flipping through his physics textbook and asked him, "What are you doing?"

"...read a book."

Read it and then use the book to teach you.