Chapter 65: Disparity

Tan Mo loves watching Marvel, but today's Marvel movie was definitely one of the best. Not only was it the first time I sat in a cinema like a normal person, the first time I watched a 3D movie in 3D glasses, but it was also the first time I sat with Qiao Lan, with someone I love, and felt everything I've never felt before.

He finally walked out to touch the new world, and touching the new world with someone he liked by his side.

He could hear the occasional man or woman passing by saying how well they matched, and watch the many, many people who couldn't help but look back as they walked by, a sweet misunderstanding that enthralled him more and more.

It seems that this deceives itself, as if everything is as real.

But when they returned to school, the sweet torture seemed to have just begun.

The reason is simple. Tan Mo and Qiao Lan were out to see a movie and were bumped into by their schoolmates. A couple of boys went to see a comic book movie together and saw Tan Mo and Qiao Lan wearing a "couple's outfit" from afar, and they were holding hands and buying popcorn together.

Watching a movie together and holding hands, what is this if not a couple?

Although many people have thought that these two might have been together since Tan Mo returned to school, it is still speculation, after all, even the students of Class 18 have not seen the two acting too intimately.

Now that someone has finally bumped into Tan Mo and Qiao Lan, although they are not in the class, Tan Mo and Qiao Lan are celebrities in the secondary school and are not to be mistaken for each other, not to mention having their photo taken.

A week passes without Tan Mo and Qiao Lan knowing anything about it, and others have already decided that the two are in a relationship.

Hao Ying is completely wounded this time.

Although the rumours had been going around, according to Hao Ying's daily observations, Qiao Lan Tan Mo didn't do anything too intimate apart from talking to each other, and then this came as a shock.

I can't even pretend to be stupid anymore.

Hao Ying was so resentful that she didn't even want to listen to the class, her eyes staring at the back of Qiao Lan's head in disgust, and then shifting to Tan Mo after a long day.

It's even sadder and more stifling.

He defended himself against everyone, including Chen Yaoyang and the boys from other classes who were after Qiao Lan, but not against Tan Mo.

She was defensive at first, noticing that Qiao Lan and Tan Mo had been particularly close before, but as Tan Mo left, Hao Ying gradually forgot about it.

But who would have thought that Tan Mo, who had disappeared for almost a year, would return, not only in one piece, but also in one piece, without even giving Hao Ying time to adjust, before abducting Qiao Lan.

The more Hao Ying thought about it, the more upset she became, but when she was done, she felt that if Tan Mo had been the one to blame, it would have been useless. In retrospect, it seems that there is a wall between Tan Mo and Qiao Lan that no one else can fit into, and no one can interfere.

It was because of this that Hao Ying became even more desperate and realised that she really didn't have a chance.

Compared to others, I am quite superior, but compared to Tan Mo, where is the superiority?

The only thing that seems to beat Tan Mo is her height, Hao Ying is 5'8" and Tan Mo is not quite 5'8".

But Tan Mo's height does not diminish his charm, and Tan Mo is getting taller by the minute.

The two years of delay due to his disability began to fill up quickly after Tan Mo's frenetic workout and nutritional intake, and in just over two months, Tan Mo's many previous trousers had all been replaced with new ones.

Qiao Lan and Tan Mo were walking side by side, turning their heads to see the teenager's delicate jawline, and were about to say something when the height difference between them instantly caught their attention.

"MoMo," Qiao Lan said after surveying Tan Mo from bottom to top and reaching out to compare her hands, "have you grown taller?"

Qiao Lan is 170, which is quite tall for a girl, and she didn't feel a height difference when she talked to Tan Mo before.

"Well," Tan Mo seemed to be in a good mood when she mentioned her height, a smile lifting her lips as she glanced around at the students who were looking this way again, deliberately lowering her head and whispering in Qiao Lan's ear, "Now 181"

Qiao Lan: ????

Three centimetres taller in two months?

Tan Mo's eyes reflected the girl's astonished look, and the smile in his eyes deepened a little, he liked the angle and height at which he could look at Qiao Lan, he could look at her long, thick, fan-like eyelashes, at her high nose and rosy lips without her noticing.

Qiao Lan didn't know what Tan Mo was thinking, but she remembered that the internet once said that 179 was a watershed for men's height, and that 180 and 178 were only two centimetres apart, but they gave people a completely different feeling.

When she looks at Tan Mo today, Qiao Lan agrees, she is only three centimetres taller, but when she looks at Tan Mo again, she is already looking up.

And Tan Mo is bound to go even higher after that, the teenager's late adolescence is a bit scary.

Qiao Lan suddenly felt something new; the teenager she had once been crouching down to look after and talk to had turned out to be much taller than her.

During the mid-term exams, Tan Mo's already lacklustre biology results soared after Qiao Lan's recent dedicated biology 'teaching', quickly catching up with and surpassing his junior teacher and returning to the top of the list overall.

Everyone was as if they had expected this result, no surprise or dismay, just a sigh of relief from many that the school's rule against early love did not cover school gods and school bullies.

The physics teacher even deliberately named Qiao Lan and then Tan Mo in class, with an I-know-everything look on her face, unlike the fierce look she used to give when she tried to nip early love in the bud.

The class teacher remembered that a month ago Qiao Lan had promised him that she was never in a relationship with Tan Mo, but not even a month later, several other teachers in the office had found out.

The class teacher felt that this was not a good influence and was going to talk to Qiao Lan and Tan Mo again, but she coincidentally overheard Tan Mo and Qiao Lan talking, and Qiao Lan said that next time she would definitely surpass Tan Mo, and Tan Mo smiled and said, "Wait for you.

The class teacher was torn between the "good" and "progressive" atmosphere of early love and finally decided to turn a blind eye to it.

Forget it, just forget it.

Inevitably, some students can't stop being sour, saying that school rules are treated like fart for good students these days, and they end up being disliked by so many people.

If you can do as well as Tan Mo Qiao Lan, then no one will care if you go to heaven.

Everyone except Bai Yu is convinced that she and Tan Mo are really in a relationship, and Qiao Lan will explain at first, but then simply stops explaining.

It's really mean, Qiao Lan thought to herself, taking advantage of Tan Mo in a surreptitious way.

Luckily Tan Mo is a fool in this respect and doesn't understand anything.

The weather in the north changes at the drop of a hat, winter comes at the drop of a hat, and suddenly the temperature drops and the whole city of S welcomes a flu. The flu came with such force that the demand for tissues in the school supermarket instantly increased, and the flow of people going to the school nurse's side to get medication also increased dramatically.

Qiao Lan has been fed by Tan Mo for almost two years and has been running every day, so she is in good health, but she can't stop someone in the dorm from catching a cold.

It was below zero outside and very cold, and the classrooms were heated, but definitely not too warm.

Qiao Lan fell asleep on her desk as she waited for the morning study to begin and the buzzing sound of her classmates' memorisation was so loud that her head became even heavier.

It was still early in the morning, not yet the end of class, so it was not the right time to sleep, Qiao Lan slept restlessly.

Qiao Lan finally fell asleep until a cool hand gently fell on her forehead, a sudden coolness that made Qiao Lan wake up.

The young man was slightly at a loss as if he had done something wrong, his eyes drifting slightly, but he still leaned close to her and asked Qiao Lan in a whisper , "Is my hand too cold."

He had already warmed his hands for a while before testing them on Qiao Lan, but they were still cold.

Qiao Lan shook her head, "No," she had no strength at all, her eyes slightly lost in thought as she stared at the teenager's withdrawn hand, only to find a visible bruise on her pale wrist.

Tan Mo doesn't know whether it's the pain of the grip or the warmth of Qiao Lan's hand that causes him to shudder.

The fever had probably burned her brain, and Qiao Lan's voice was slightly husky, with a softness that even she hadn't noticed, and her fingertips scraped across the bruise, causing Tan Mo to stiffen.

"What's going on here."

"It was an accidental bump," Tan Mo said.

It was actually an injury sustained while studying free sparring.

Qiao Lan stared at the bruise for a long time before releasing her hand.

"Idiot."

Even the reproachful voice was soft and heart-wrenching.

Tan Mo takes a deep breath, his eyes straying from Qiao Lan's cheek.

"You've got a fever."

"Mmm," Qiao Lan re-buried her cheek into her arm, "a little low fever, just squint for a while."

The boy beside her stopped talking and Qiao Lan drifted back to sleep, not knowing how long she would be asleep before Tan Mo, still carrying the coldness of the outside air, woke her up.

Water just warm enough to drink, medicine wrapped in tissue paper, the teenager drops his slender eyelashes and looks down as he carefully divides a large tablet into four portions.

"Where's the medicine."

"The infirmary," Tan Mo said, handing Qiao Lan the medicine, "take it and go back to sleep, I've spoken to the teacher for next lesson."

"Qiao Lan finished her medication and continued to lie on the table. Half a moment later, a jacket was draped over her shoulders and Qiao Lan smelt the familiar fresh smell she had seen in Tan Mo's wardrobe.

Qiao Lan took the clothes off her body and tried to give them back, but Tan Mo stubbornly draped them back over her shoulders, and the teenager leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "I'm not cold."

Qiao Lan looked at the thin clothes he was wearing.

How could it not be cold.

"It's really not cold," Tan Mo whispered with a smile as he re-dressed her, his cool fingers brushing Qiao Lan's cheek, "You forget, I don't feel cold."

Qiao Lan's heart suddenly sank.

Bai Yu, who had been sitting at the back of the room and witnessed the whole thing, looked at Qiao Lan, who was lying on her back, and then Tan Mo, who was only wearing a thin school uniform, and finally shouted at her deskmate, "I'm sick!"

The table looked confused, "I know," you are almost out of a roll of paper for one morning study.

"And you didn't show any sign of it?"

"Didn't I contribute all my paper to you?"

Bai Yu :""

"I'm cold."

"So?"

"Give me the jacket."

"What am I going to wear for you? The heating is as fake as it gets, it's so cold in the classroom"

Bai Yu :""

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