Chapter 31: 70,000

Qiao Lan thought she might have really gotten whiter. After Uncle Chan said she had gotten whiter, some of her classmates also said she had gotten whiter when they greeted her.

It's true that I was starved too hard before, but now I'm slowly getting better little by little, and I don't look as good as before.

But when I think of Qiao's second aunt, who has become more and more plump and fair since she married into the "rich family", and Qiao Yuan, the chubby little white boy, Qiao Lan feels that she still has a lot of room for improvement.

When I think of the four words used in the novel to describe Qiao Lan's return to the world, Qiao Lan was really looking forward to seeing what this face would look like when it was stunning.

Can skin colour really have such a big impact on a person's face?

But that's all for later, for now it's better to get the books right.

Apart from Tan Mo, the best relationship with Qiao Lan in the class was with Pei Ning.

When the term came, the class teacher did not follow the seating order anymore, as some students reported that this behaviour of the class teacher was unfair to the students with low grades, so the class teacher had to stop.

So the rule of seating according to grades was changed to one where students with good grades could pick their own desks.

The poorer students at the back of the room can sit at the same table as the students with good grades if they are well enough liked.

The high school students were still a bit shy, and there were so many people in the class who liked Chen Yaoyang and Song Yao, but in the end, Chen Yaoyang sat with his best friend Li Fan and Song Yao sat with her best friend.

Pei Ning also ran away to sit at the same table as her housemate.

With this change, the number of co-ed tables in the class was instantly reduced by 90 per cent, Qiao Lan and Tan Mo being 10 per cent of them.

Tan Mo was nervous for a while when the class teacher first told her about the new rules for changing seats.

He is not stupid, he has already found out that Qiao Lan is not well liked in the class, apart from the classmates he usually greets, the only one he can really talk to is Pei Ning.

So Qiao Lan wouldn't want to sit with anyone else, but maybe with Pei Ning.

He glances cautiously at Qiao Lan, who sits calmly in her seat as if the change had nothing to do with her at all.

Later Pei Ning sat at the same table as another boy.

But even though Pei Ning sits far away, she still comes to see Qiao Lan when she can, even though it's usually a problem.

It was the end of class when Qiao Lan took her mobile phone to look up a word she didn't know, and Pei Ning leapt out of nowhere, and before she could start asking questions, she first saw Qiao Lan's mobile phone and gave a "yell", "You bought a mobile phone? Then save my number."

Qiao Lan made an OK gesture and Pei Ning gave a series of numbers, which Qiao Lan recorded on his phone.

Tan Mo stared at the name " Pei Ning" on Qiao Lan's phone, his eyes darkened and he did not speak.

A few days later, by chance, Qiao Lan handed the phone over to Tan Mo for safekeeping. Tan Mo stared at the white phone in his hand for a long time, then swiped the screen saver and found the address book.

Qiao Lan's mobile phone no longer contains only his number, but also many other people Qiao Lan knew from his working days, in addition to Pei Ning.

Notes are arranged by initials, Tan Mo's surname starts with a T. It is not at the bottom of the list, but it is pretty far down, at least Pei Ning's name is in front of his.

Tan Mo pursed his lips, tapped on his address book and added a 1 in front of Tan Mo's Tan.

Tan Mo becomes 1 Tan Mo.

When Tan Mo opened his contacts again, he saw his name at the top of the list, followed by Qiao Lan's own phone number.

She always has trouble remembering her number, so she adds a special "local."

After looking at the phone for a while, Tan Mo suddenly got a little hot under the ears again and hastily re-locked it, pretending that nothing had happened.

When Qiao Lan returned, he returned the phone to Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan didn't notice Tan Mo's little secret, she was busy with her physics paper.

Qiao Lan's interest in physics has been growing since she got the hang of it. The best part is that if she can't solve a problem, she can show it to Tan Mo and it will be solved.

Qiao Lan saw the bracelet on his wrist.

After all, it took her a lot of work to make it up, not so much that she couldn't recognize it if she strung a bead.

I don't know who's hands are so clever, but Qiao Lan's knot didn't look right at the time, but now it has been made into a string, with the end part braided somehow and looking neat, and the tiny silver charms strung on the final dangling spike.

It instantly takes Qiao Lan's peace knot up more than one notch.

Qiao Lan stared at the black beads on top of the bracelet, "Are these beads agate?"

"No, it's obsidian," Tan Mo put down his pen and took out his phone and turned on his torch, pointing it squarely at the black bead, "when the light hit it, the onyx was still pure black, the obsidian was not."

Qiao Lan looked down halfway and the black beads in the glare were actually a little iridescent.

"It's beautiful," says Qiao Lan.

Tan Mo thought for a moment, "I have more than half a box at home, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"No no no!"

Qiao Lan hurriedly shut up, she was just saying that, at this rate, Qiao Lan would not dare to say anything good in front of Tan Mo.

I was afraid Tan Mo would bring it straight over the next day.

Tan Mo's regular daily feedings were already stressing her out, and Qiao Lan had spent the last two days trying to figure out how to talk to Tan Mo to get him to stop coming to the Western restaurant and being a bully, but hadn't found the right opportunity.

Qiao Lan had a feeling that Tan Mo would not be happy if this was said, but it had to be said, it was a matter of principle.

In the afternoon, when I left school and went to the western restaurant, Qiao Lan passed a street full of barbecue restaurants, which was jokingly called a barbecue street by the students of the annex.

Qiao Lan walked through the barbecue street and spotted a familiar figure as he walked.

Squinting, he looked over again, and there he was, a bunch of junior high school students in attached school uniforms huddled around an open table outside, both male and female, a group of kids yelling and actually drinking.

Qiao Yuan's round and rolled body is particularly visible when squeezed into a pile of thin junior high school students.

Qiao's father Qiao's mother has always been willing to spend money on Qiao Yuan, so Qiao Lan didn't think much of it and turned around and got on the bus after just one look.

In the evening, Tan Mo arrived as promised, but Uncle Chan dropped him off and then left again, saying he had some business.

Tan Mo still ordered the same dishes as yesterday, and Qiao Lan asked him after a long time, "Don't you get bored of eating these every day?"

Even if it's good, you should get tired of eating it every day.

Tan Mo has been eating at this restaurant for three months in a row and has eaten all the dishes back and forth for an unknown number of times, does he really not get tired of it?

Uncle Chan has been ordering less and less and even red wine lately, and Qiao Lan can guarantee that Uncle Chan is definitely tired of it.

But Tan Mo, who was seriously slicing his steak, replied to Qiao Lan, "It's not boring."

He didn't lie, and Tan Mo wouldn't lie.

He really doesn't get tired of it, he just likes the constant rhythm of life, including the place he lives in, the people around him, the things he puts in his room, and the food that fills his stomach.

You can eat as much as you want.

Qiao Lan failed in her attempt and she stared at Tan Mo in silence for a long time before suddenly saying, "Tan Mo, do you know how much money you have spent on this restaurant."

Tan Mo's hand paused as he sliced his steak, wondering why Qiao Lan had suddenly asked, as Qiao Lan was talking, so Tan Mo politely looked up at her and answered honestly, "I don't know."

Every day, Uncle Chan pays, not to mention that Tan Mo neither cares nor does he care.

As the restaurant was not crowded today and Uncle Chan was not there, Qiao Lan sat where Uncle Chan had been sitting before, and she made a seven to Tan Mo.

"Tan Mo , in three months you have spent a total of 70,000 at the restaurant."

In her previous life, except for the ninth place in the provincial college entrance exam before she wore the book, the government rewarded her with 50,000 yuan, she had always lived in poverty, she didn't do a detailed calculation before, but after she found out that Tan Mo had actually spent so much at this restaurant, Qiao Lan couldn't sit still.

Tan Mo still doesn't understand what Qiao Lan means... What happened to spending 70,000 in three months...

Qiao Lan's brow wrinkled, "Don't you think that's too much?"

Tan Mo shook his head without even thinking, "Not much."

Qiao Lan: "......"

She didn't want to discuss with Tan Mo what the concept of seventy thousand dollars was to the rich and the average person, she took a deep breath, "but it's too much for me to waste like that."

"There's no waste," Tan Mo put down his knife and fork, his light brown eyes focused on Qiao Lan , "I come here to eat and you get a commission and a tip, so it's not a waste."

This is not a waste.

It was the first time Tan Mo said explicitly that he had come for Qiao Lan, and it would be a lie to say that he was not moved, but it was also a lie to say that he felt bad about it.

Tan Mo was half silent and lowered her head and whispered, "No dislike."

"There's no dislike but I can't say I like it either, is there, before you come to this restaurant, Tan Mo, you have a professional nutritionist to help you with what you eat every day, you need to get a balanced and adequate nutrition and your body won't allow you to eat something so greasy and unhealthy for a long time."

Tan Mo didn't retort, he finally heard something unusual in Qiao Lan's words, "What exactly", he looked at Qiao Lan, "are you trying to say."

"I would say, Tan Mo, after today, eat at home like you always do and don't come back here."

Tan Mo looked at her without saying a word, and after a long time his voice was muffled, "Then I won't come," and then, without waiting for Qiao Lan's relief, he continued, "I'll ask Uncle Chan to bring it back every day."

Qiao Lan's breath is lifted again.

"No", Qiao Lan finally realised, there was absolutely no beating around the bush with Tan Mo, what he wanted to say had to be told directly and clearly, "Don't come here for dinner and don't let Uncle Chan bring... "

Tan Mo began to get uncontrollably irritable, and he couldn't understand it.

"You don't want the money and you don't want me to come here, so what exactly do you want me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything, Tan Mo", Qiao Lan repeated again, "you don't have to do anything, you don't have to help me don't have to pay me, I can do it myself..."

"Can what, and if you can why do you come here to work."

Tan Mo is stubborn and confused as to why Qiao Lan keeps obsessing over this issue. She is short of money and he has money, but why must it be so hard to get $70,000?

Qiao Lan also sounded more serious because it didn't make sense, "My lack of money has nothing to do with you being rich, why can't you understand that we are friends and classmates, no friend or classmate would do that, Tan Mo, between us, there is no relationship where you have to support me and provide for me... "

Tan Mo's repressed anger exploded when he heard the last sentence, slamming the knife and fork in his hand onto the plate with a loud bang, causing people around him to look over.

He looked coldly at Qiao Lan, "No more, check out."