Chapter 41: Sight

Compared to last term's sparse registration, the sophomore class was re-segregated and students crowded enthusiastically on the display boards at the bottom of the building, looking for their names on the dozens of class placement forms.

The science classes were even more crowded than the arts classes over there because there were so many classes.

Qiao Lan was so sure of her results that she looked directly at the lists of classes 18 and 28, and found not only her name but also Tan Mo's on the list of classes 18.

Satisfied, Qiao Lan exited the crowd and was on her way to the classroom when someone behind her called out in a somewhat unsure voice.

"Qiao Lan?"

Qiao Lan looks back and sees Chen Yaoyang and Qin Yang Li Fan and a bunch of other boys.

Although the class had been split, the friends seemed to be unaffected and continued to hang out together, causing the girls to look around, but Qin Yang noticed that more boys and girls were looking in the other direction.

The girl was too conspicuous.

The summer had just passed and the weather was still slightly hot, so the students who came to register did not wear wide and shapeless uniforms. The girl wore the simplest white T-shirt on top, a pair of denim nine-quarter trousers underneath, and the white canvas shoes that everyone wears most of the time, but she still made people look and look.

That body, those proportions, those legs, so superior.

At this age, boys and girls are always interested in what looks good, so Qin Yang took a look at her and didn't recognise her at first, saying that she was a girl from a different class and hadn't seen her before.

But when the girls emerged from the crowd, even Chen Yaoyang, who had always been at ease, was stunned to see a face that was both unfamiliar and familiar.

They finally knew what so many people were looking at.

The girl's complexion was luminous white, her features exquisite, and even though the ponytail exposed her entire face, it did not detract from her beauty.

Some girls are soft, like Song Yao, with no offensive looks, they may not be stunning at first glance, but they are very good looking; others are eclectic, not too distinctive but good looking.

But Qiao Lan's eyes, with their extremely dark pupils and openly upturned ends, reflecting the glowing white skin of today, are indescribably seductive.

When Qin Yang called Qiao Lan by her first name, she was a little unsure until the girl nodded faintly at them and turned to leave.

It was only after Qiao Lan had left that the students around started to talk, "That was Qiao Lan, wasn't it?"

"I don't know, I just know Qiao Lan is a great learner, but is she so pretty too?"

"It didn't used to be this pretty..."

Chen Yaoyang stood for a while before Li Fan looked as if I had said it before, "What did I say? I told you before that Qiao Lan had great features and if she had fair skin she would definitely look better than Song Yao, but you still didn't believe me.

"I really don't think Song Yao and Sheng Shilu are as good as Qiao Lan."

"I don't want you to think so, I think so too, especially with a body that's totally awesome...hey Yaoyang, I'm not saying Song Yao is bad, Song Yao and Qiao Lan are not the same type..."

Chen Yaoyang glanced unobtrusively in the direction Qiao Lan had left, "What shift is she on?"

"Who? Song Yao? Didn't you just hear it, Class 8."

Chen Yaoyang: "...... I knew this, I fucking said Qiao Lan."

"Oh oh oh I'll go check it out," Qin Yang, a 5'9" man, squeezed in and came out a short while later, "Damn it Qiao Lan is also in class 18 and you are in the same class."

Chen Yaoyang's eyes narrowed, not too surprised; after all, Qiao Lan had a 50 per cent chance of being in Class 18.

Qiao Lan found her place in class 18 on the ground floor of the second building. The new class teacher was sitting at the podium, registering students one by one.

When Qiao Lan walked in, the classroom was silent for a moment, with the few students looking at Qiao Lan in awe, thinking for the first time that she was in the wrong classroom.

After all, this is a science class.

When someone finally recognised that this was Qiao Lan, who is always in the top two in terms of age, there was nothing but shock and excitement.

Hao Ying recognises Qiao Lan's back at once as she enters from the classroom.

He sat behind Qiao Lan and stared at his head for nearly half an hour during an exam nearly a year ago, the highest maths score he had ever achieved.

Hao Ying was already a familiar character, and because of this exam, she always had the impression that she knew Qiao Lan quite well, and would always greet her when she met her on the road.

Now he saw Qiao Lan as soon as he entered the class, pretending not to hear someone whispering about why Hao Ying was here, he crossed his long legs to Qiao Lan and sat in the seat behind Qiao Lan, poking Qiao Lan with a mouthful of white teeth that could be a toothpaste commercial, "I knew it was you as soon as I saw this ponytail, from now on I'll be in the same class..."

The girl in front of her turned her head unexpectedly and Hao Ying was caught unawares in those seductive phoenix eyes.

I couldn't get the words "more guidance" out, and the usually articulate Hao Ying was suddenly dumbfounded by this strikingly pretty face.

Qiao Lan looked at Hao Ying and was slightly surprised. Hao Ying's grades were not bad, but definitely not good enough to get into this class.

Hao Ying froze and then came back to his senses, his handsome face visibly excited.

"My dad said he wanted me to get involved in the study atmosphere of the academics, so he dropped me off here", the man was not at all shy about telling people he came in through the back door, so honest that Qiao Lan was a bit embarrassed to ask, and could only nod and say "oh" Qiao Lan could only nod his head and say "Oh", "I'll be more than happy to help you."

Hao Ying smiled even more, "Many thanks."

Once upon a time in senior year, class 13 was the most popular class in the whole year, always topping the grades, always dominating the top three in the year, and the most popular and handsome girls in senior year were also in this class.

Now that the first year of high school has passed and the second year of high school has arrived, Class 18 has become the talk of the town again on the first day of registration.

One by one, registration is over and a large number of students have come to the class.

The two top classes, which are pretty much drawn from the top of each grade at the beginning, so nowadays there are always one or two acquaintances for everyone in the class. After all, having formed a new class, no one knows each other well, so most of them choose to sit at the same table as their former classmates.

But Hao Ying came over and pointed to the empty seat next to Qiao Lan, "Qiao Lan, can we both sit at the same table?"

All the men and women in the class looked over at Qiao Lan, their eyes falling on them, not sure if they envied Qiao Lan or Hao Ying.

The girls at school once said that Hao Ying's smile made it hard to say "no", and now that such a handsome man was asking for advice, no girl could probably say no, especially after seeing Qiao Lan and Hao Ying chatting for a while.

As a result, Qiao Lan turned it down without even thinking about it.

"Sorry," Qiao Lan smiled, "I've arranged to sit with someone else."

Someone else? Are they all set? Almost everyone in the class is here, even Chen Yaoyang, so who else is missing?

It wasn't until the next day that everyone suddenly came back to their senses when they saw the pale teenager in a wheelchair - it was Tan Mo.

It was probably because Tan Mo was different from everyone else that he didn't come to mind at first.

By the way, Chen Yaoyang and Tan Mo were not the only ones in the same class as Qiao Lan.

The first in his year who has everyone incredibly curious.

Many people were staring at him, but Tan Mo only saw Qiao Lan among many others, the corners of his lips rose unconsciously, and his cold face suddenly looked like melting snow.

Hao Ying's new tablemate whispered to Hao Ying, "I heard that Qiao Lan used to be at the same table as Tan Mo and Qiao Lan used to take care of Tan Mo."

"Didn't they say that Sheng Shilu tried to bully Tan Mo and Qiao Lan defended him?"

"Really," Hao Ying nodded, and thoughtfully commented, "she's a beautiful person with a good heart."

A few people next to me laughed.

Qiao Lan is undoubtedly beautiful now, actively caring for people like Tan Mo, and indeed kind-hearted, having cared for them before and continuing to do so now.

Qiao Lan whispered to Tan Mo, "So you and Uncle Chan knew we were all in the same class and didn't tell me in advance."

"Surprise."

Qiao Lan smiled and was indeed pleasantly surprised.

"I didn't know what it meant until I saw the list", Qiao Lan said, suddenly turning his head and seeing Chen Yaoyang. Pei Ning is in class 28."

"Hmm," Tan Mo responded, not interested in either Pei Ning or Chen Yaoyang, but just listening to Qiao Lan.

It had been a summer since they had actually stayed together, and the last time they had seen each other was only the day before yesterday, but seeing Qiao Lan in her school uniform again made Tan Mo feel fresh and long-lost.

Qiao Lan caught Tan Mo's eye, smiled and turned his head to ask him what was wrong.

Tan Mo's eyes fell on the jade pendant shifting around Qiao Lan's neck, "It's fine."

Qiao Lan followed Tan Mo's line of sight, looked down at the jade pendant and whispered to Tan Mo, "I never asked you if this was very expensive."

"Tan Mo looked at Qiao Lan and shook his head. Ever since he found out that Qiao Lan was sensitive to this, Tan Mo had learnt the hard way that he would never let Qiao Lan know the exact amount.

No one was more sensitive to the stares of others than he was, and Tan Mo could always feel the discomfort that clung to him whenever someone looked at him and could not be torn off.

He was already familiar with the strange attentions and had grown accustomed to them, and he had already guessed that when he came into contact with new people and entered a new environment, he would inevitably get a lot of looks. But even so, Tan Mo was aware of more eyes on him than usual, and he could clearly see that the discomfort of being watched was always worse when Qiao Lan was talking to him.

At this moment, Tan Mo suddenly understood that they were looking at Qiao Lan.