Chapter 68: Prelude

It was getting colder, but even as cold as it was, it didn't seem to dampen the boys' enthusiasm for basketball. Although the teachers kept warning against it, as the ground was harder than usual in winter and it was easy to get hurt, there were always people on the basketball court as long as it didn't snow.

Qiao Lan walks past the basketball court every day, but a quick glance at the basketball court reveals that all the students in the same year don't have time to play basketball anymore.

Walking to class as usual, I glanced over at the basketball court while talking to Bai Yu and spotted the fat white guy leaping over a group of tall, thin boys.

Qiao Yuan .

It's been a long time since I've seen Qiao Yuan, and he's gotten much taller, but he seems to have lost a bit of weight. Instead of being a short, round, fat man, he's become a tall, strong, fat man who looks extraordinarily tired as he runs around the court holding a basketball.

Qiao Lan was a bit taken aback, not really expecting Qiao Yuan to play basketball, but it was only a fleeting thought, and then he put it behind him.

It wasn't until nearly another ten days or so had passed that the sound of an ambulance suddenly rang through the school, causing many students to look out in curiosity.

The ambulance came and went as quickly as it could, and after class everyone was curious to find out what was going on. By the afternoon, almost everyone in the class knew that a senior student had fallen while playing basketball, and the fall was so severe that the PE teacher was terrified and dialed 120 directly.

All the teachers were dragged to an emergency meeting and when class started, the class teacher took the opportunity to strictly forbid the students from playing basketball again. A group of boys sighed and said that even if they wanted to play, they wouldn't have the time to do so, as they didn't even have gym class in their senior year.

Senior year is so boring.

Physical education classes have all been taken up by other teachers, and various and sundry entertainment programmes have all been cancelled, such as the breezy New Year's Day party prepared by other grades, from which the senior class has been successfully excluded, and even the three-day holiday has only one day left.

The class is almost wailing as Qiao Lan glances over to Tan Mo, who has another thick book on his desk.

Tan Mo has been reading this book every day recently, and Qiao Lan took a look at it earlier and saw that it was a professional book on stock speculation, and not a beginner's book, but one that was already quite in-depth.

Bai Yu sighed that Tan Mo was the only one who could read other books at this stressful time of senior year and still maintain the top grade.

Qiao Lan propped her chin on her hand and looked at the delicate side of the teenager's face, remembering how Tan Mo had asked her specifically why she wanted to study finance not long ago.

She said it was because she was a bit interested in speculating.

Although it was only after studying finance that I realised that studying finance doesn't really help much with speculation, that was indeed the reason when I had applied for the course in the first place, so Tan Mo asked her about it and that was her answer.

If she remembers correctly, Tan Mo started reading books on the subject the day after she said that.

Although Qiao Lan has warned herself more than once not to be so self-absorbed, she still unconsciously wonders if Tan Mo is purposely learning because of her.

Qiao Lan rests her head on her arm and stares at Tan Mo, who is in the middle of a tussle with her grieving classmates anyway.

Tan Mo was already sensitive to the sight of people, not to mention that Qiao Lan had been staring at him for a while, and his heart beat a little faster than it should have.

Lowering her head a little, she turned her head to meet Qiao Lan's gaze, "What's wrong?"

"It's okay," Qiao Lan said, shaking his head and pointing to the book in Tan Mo's hand.

It was supposed to be learned for the sake of teaching you.

Tan Mo said silently, but nodded without showing any signs on his face.

Qiao Lan stared straight into Tan Mo's eyes, still not seeing anything unusual in those beautiful eyes.

Tan Mo's face had few expressions, so Qiao Lan usually watched his eyes, but at some point, Qiao Lan found it hard to tell what was going on in Tan Mo's eyes, which were always smiling when he looked at her.

Qiao Lan shook her head to clear it of the jumbled thoughts of lying and pretending to be such a difficult act, how could Tan Mo be capable of such things.

With only one day off on New Year's Day, Aunt Chan called Qiao Lan and asked her to come home for dinner.

Many people watched as Qiao Lan and Tan Mo got into a car and walked away, but now that their 'relationship' is well known, people have grown numb to the initial surprise.

Qiao Lan's visits to Tan Mo's house have been much less frequent since her senior year, and when she does come once in a while, Aunt Chan tries to find ways to supplement Qiao Lan's diet.

After dinner, Qiao Lan went to Aunt Chan's room to read a book, and when it was twelve o'clock, Qiao Lan packed up her things and went to bed. It was quiet outside, so Qiao Lan thought everyone would be asleep and left the light on so as not to disturb Aunt Chan.

Qiao Lan's head slammed into Tan Mo's chest and Tan Mo was quick enough to grab Qiao Lan's arm with one hand and press the hallway light with the other.

The light orange light comes on and Qiao Lan looks down at the strong right hand and arm gripping her arm.

Qiao Lan was wearing short sleeves and a short skirt at home, and the teenager, who had just finished his shower, was also dressed coolly, wearing a sleeveless t-shirt on top, his arms already covered with a layer of muscles exposed, with nice muscles and strong wrists.

When Qiao Lan looked up, he seemed to have grown taller than before, and when he looked at her from above, his ambiguous and indescribably strong aura wrapped around Qiao Lan.

It was a unique, blush-inducing hormone that belongs to boys.

Qiao Lan was confused for a moment, then in a flash, became aware of the warmth on his cheek.

Tan Mo grabbed Qiao Lan's wrist and didn't want to let go, so he pretended not to notice and asked her if she had bumped it.

I don't know if it was Qiao Lan's illusion, but she felt that Tan Mo's voice was a little bit lower than usual, which made her ears burn more and more on such a night and such an atmosphere. "

"Well," Tan Mo said as she gently rubbed her fingers over Qiao Lan's wrist before reluctantly releasing them, "I was just going to sleep."

"Oh," Qiao Lan glanced down at her wrist and then at Tan Mo who looked normal, not daring to look at Tan Mo's face again, "I'm going to the kitchen for a drink of water, Mo Mo, you get some rest too."

After drinking a glass of water and hearing Tan Mo close the door in her room, Qiao Lan sat in her chair for a while before going back to sleep.

As a result, she tosses and turns, unable to sleep, and when she closes her eyes, it's Tan Mo's arm gripping her arm and the touch of herself against Tan Mo's chest.

Tan Mo has really changed, he has grown taller, his body has become stronger, he has lost his ignorance and childishness, he has become more and more like a man from the boy he once was, his body is full of hormones that she can't even handle.

Qiao Lan buries his head in his pillow in annoyance.

Hold it, hold it, control it!

Learn, learn, learn well!

But the more you try to forget, the more you remember, and Tan Mo is walking around the house wearing another black sleeveless t-shirt that shows off her sleek arms.

When Bai Yu returned to the dormitory, she saw Qiao Lan lying on her bed, and happily went over to her and asked her what was wrong.

"It's so hard for me."

You're hardly what ah, Bai Yu shocked.

It's nothing, Qiao Lan got up from the bed, "Come on, go to class, study hard and get better every day!"

Bai Yu :""

Waiting for New Year's Day to pass, the turn is the winter break, but the senior winter break short shabby, the school regulations must make up classes until the twenty-eighth of the waxing moon, and so on after the end of the rest of the grades cheerfully home, senior students lying on the windowsill looking at the distant schoolchildren speechless choking.

The only consolation is that we don't have to run morning exercises anymore, so we arrive a little later every day, so we can sleep a little longer.

Tan Mo came to class in good order, although he was still not listening to the lecture and was still studying his stocks.

Qiao Lan was curious and asked if he had tried it.

"Yes," Tan Mo said, adding, "with the money on your card."

My card?

Qiao Lan then remembered that she had given her bank card to Tan Mo.

"It's my loss, your gain," Tan Mo smiled, "don't worry."

Qiao Lan smiled, she didn't have anything to worry about, she only had about 10,000 left on her card, 10,000 was too little for Tan Mo. Qiao Lan reckoned that Tan Mo had speculated himself and brought along a bit of her money.

Qiao Lan was curious, Tan Mo was so smart, he wondered how he was doing in this area and asked him with interest, "What's the market like?"

Tan Mo thought about it for a moment and then said, "It's okay."

Tan Mo's okay is definitely more than okay, Qiao Lan exclaims, "It's really Tan Mo, he's so good at everything he does.

As they were talking, a classmate suddenly called Qiao Lan, saying that someone was looking for her outside.

The smile on Qiao Lan's face suddenly disappeared cleanly.

After a few moments of silence, Qiao Lan turns around and leaves the classroom.

Even Hao Ying, who was keeping an eye on Qiao Lan, didn't think anything was wrong, except for Bai Yu and Tan Mo, who knew what was going on at Qiao Lan's house.