Chapter 84: Teaching

Two words popped into Tan Mo's head.

Goblins.

Qiao Lan is a siren in this moment, a siren that he would give his all to.

It's killing me.

Tan Mo has been punching very hard for the past two days, I can't help it, I was in a high spirits.

It's definitely not that he's not flirtatious, but Qiao Lan is so flirtatious that the whisper of a girl's voice in her ear is like a compulsion, and every like you are crispy to the bone.

Every nerve in Tan Mo's body was tense, and his arms were wrapped around Qiao Lan so tightly that he wanted to crush the person in his arms.

Qiao Lan marvelled at the fact that her little boyfriend could not talk his way out of her and started to fight, but in one turn he was already pinned against the wall by Tan Mo.

The teenager's breath poured down, forehead, eyes, nose, soft lips inch by inch, a shallow taste of the look.

The campus is dark and quiet at night, with the occasional student running out to go shopping, two by two and three by three, talking and walking towards the supermarket.

She wasn't as brave as Tan Mo, so she reached out and pushed Tan Mo on the chest, "Stop it."

"No fuss," Tan Mo sidled up, his gaze shifting down to lock onto Qiao Lan's slightly open lips, slowly, gently, pressing in, touching them.

This kiss was quieter and more innocent than the last one.

Tan Mo's slightly rushed breath landed wrongly on Qiao Lan's lips, and he couldn't even let go of his words, "Thirteen days."

Qiao Lan, again worried about being seen and dizzy from the extraordinarily tender kiss, whispered, "What thirteen days."

"It's been thirteen days since we last kissed," Tan Mo's palm rests on the back of Qiao Lan's neck, his thumbs rubbing restlessly and gently against her extra-sensitive neck, and he whispers emphatically, "I remember each day so clearly. "

Qiao Lan was shocked, "How does anyone keep track of this stuff!"

Tan Mo did think hard about the reason why he remembered it so well, "It could be ......"

Here Tan Mo paused in a rare moment, suddenly a little aggravated and suddenly a little shy, and whispered, "Maybe it was too few times."

Qiao Lan: "......"

"I probably wouldn't remember if I kissed you a few more times," Tan Mo added, "doesn't that make sense."

Qiao Lan: "...make sense, my ass, let go, someone's coming."

"No let go," Tan Mo continued to hold Qiao Lan, his chin rubbing against Qiao Lan's shoulder as Qiao Lan smoothed Tan Mo's hair, "What the hell is wrong, today?"

"Nothing," Tan Mo said, shaking his head, "I've thought long and hard about what you said the other day."

Qiao Lan couldn't help but laugh again, "It took you so long to think about just a few words."

Because she's been in love for so long, Tan Mo smothered her face against Qiao Lan's shoulder and said, "I never thought we could really be together, not on Valentine's Day and the other day when you said it was like a dream."

Qiao Lan was a little distressed and turned her head to give Tan Mo a kiss on the cheek, "It's not a dream, it's all real, did you feel me kissing you?"

"No," Tan Mo, wiser this time, continued sullenly, "or you can kiss it again."

Tsk, learned badly.

"It's overdue", Qiao Lan refused, "Okay, okay, no pussyfooting around, it's almost time for study hall, so hurry up and get back so we can go home together tomorrow."

"Well," Tan Mo agreed, but her body remained honest as she hugged Qiao Lan and continued, "there's something I want to say to you too."

He did have a slow reflex arc, and it took him three days to react to Qiao Lan's words before he finally worked them out, finally breaking out of his dizzy state of joy and becoming awake, thus thinking through and firming up a lot of things.

"I thought I would never understand the meaning of the word like in my life, but then I met you and I never dared to hope to be with you, but you were the one who said we were going to be together first."

"I used to think that would be enough, that even if you left me one day, I wouldn't stop you, but now, Qiao Lan , you and I have said like said forever, and if you ever want to leave again in the future, I won't agree and I won't give you a chance."

I thought of tying you to me so firmly that you could never leave me, but I couldn't bear to and couldn't let go.

But now it was Qiao Lan who approached him of her own accord, who sent herself to him of her own accord. Tan Mo was no saint; he could control himself from hurting her, but not from accepting her.

And once accepted, once truly owned by him, Tan Mo would never allow Qiao Lan to walk out again.

Even if one day Qiao Lan doesn't like him anymore, can't stand him anymore, is tired of hating him, he won't let go.

He's just so sick and selfish.

Qiao Lan, after listening carefully to all he had to say, took Tan Mo's hand and interlocked it with his fingers, and if Tan Mo's selfishness in his mouth was to keep her with him.

"Then keep being selfish, I like your selfishness."

The day she fell in love with Tan Mo, there was never a second person in her blueprint for the future.

Tan Mo was finally content to go home obediently, but only after Qiao Lan had dropped him off at the school gate again.

Uncle Chan happily said that he would see Qiao Lan tomorrow before he and Tan Mo left, and Qiao Lan exhaled before turning around and walking towards the classroom.

Qiao Lan: ......??

Wasn't there no evening study session with the class teacher tonight? Didn't the homeroom teacher not come to school?

Qiao Lan drew a breath.

Luckily, luckily, Tan Mo is gone.

Luckily they spoke quickly enough that the class teacher didn't see them.

If she is seen again, Qiao Lan thinks the class teacher will really go crazy.

The class teacher wasn't expecting to see Qiao Lan either, "What are you doing?"

"...didn't feel well and went to the infirmary."

It was probably because Tan Mo was not around that the class teacher didn't suspect anything and said a few words to Qiao Lan about taking care of her health, and then somehow changed the subject to her and Tan Mo, teaching them that grades were the most important thing at the moment and that there was plenty of time for romance and other things after the exams.

Qiao Lan nodded all the way, the teacher said left definitely not to the right, the class teacher nodded in satisfaction, "Go on, go back to study."

"Yes," Qiao Lan agrees good-naturedly, being as good a student as she needs to be.

After Saturday's class, Tan Mo was finally able to take Qiao Lan home with her.

Qiao Lan had only just returned and Tan Mo didn't want to delay anything else, so he turned to Uncle Chan and told him to call the coach and cancel the free sparring session tonight.

"Don't," Qiao Lan said, as she had heard from Aunt Chan when she was talking to him that Tan Mo was a great instructor in free sparring and that it wasn't cheap to hire him to teach Tan Mo.

Qiao Lan was from a poor family and couldn't afford to waste money like that, so she didn't need to think about it to understand why Tan Mo didn't want to go to class.

She was keen to see Tan Mo in a boxing match.

When Qiao Lan said this, Tan Mo agreed after some compromise.

The coach, who was already gossiping, looked up and saw the little girl next to Tan Mo, who was too far away to see what she looked like, but could only see two long legs with great proportions.

When they got closer, the coach exclaimed, "No wonder Tan Mo was so smitten with her.

The coach stared at Qiao Lan's bright, lustrous face, a little suspicious.

Can such a pretty girl really study that well too?

Tan Mo frowned, decisively blocked the coach's view with himself, a look of my girlfriend you look less, the coach instantly begged for mercy.

He'd almost forgotten how possessive Tan Mo must be to have a girl he likes so much!

Without further ado then let's start training properly.

Tan Mo went in to change and came out to see Qiao Lan sitting on a small bench next to him, the coach came over with a wicked smile and said, "Your girlfriend is here today, do you need me to be a bit soft?"

Tan Mo throws a sharp jab that instantly shuts Coach up.

Qiao Lan originally thought that Tan Mo had only been learning for a short period of time and that he had only learnt the basics, but when Tan Mo and the instructor went head to head, Qiao Lan was instantly shocked.

Qiao Lan's heart was pounding as he watched, feeling that these two were not teaching and learning, but rather fighting.

And the fight was vicious.

Qiao Lan was just trying to keep Tan Mo company, but his nerves got the better of him, and he kept his eyes on Tan Mo for fear that he might get beaten up if he wasn't careful.

She finally understood where the occasional bruises on Tan Mo's arms came from.

Qiao Lan's heart was pounding as he watched, especially when he saw the coach's elbow hit Tan Mo's back, causing Tan Mo to grunt, and Qiao Lan felt his heart pounding in his throat, unable to sit still.

Tan Mo turned his head to see Qiao Lan already on her feet, and the worry on the girl's face was so obvious that he could see it at a glance.

Tan Mo suddenly had a few nasty thoughts.

Tan Mo's ducking was a little slower when the coach came at him with another punch.

Qiao Lan couldn't see the fraction of a second difference, but the coach did, and it took a few strokes to notice that something was wrong with Tan Mo.

At first, I thought he was sick, but when I noticed Tan Mo's eyes glancing at Qiao Lan, I understood everything.

Good boy, using a bitter trick!

It's great to see your little girlfriend in pain, isn't it?

The coach really wanted to take the opportunity to really beat Tan Mo up, but after all, he was his bread and butter, so he gave in, and not only did he give in, he even took the initiative to respond.

It had to look vicious but actually hit without pain, hide it from the little girl's eyes and keep Tan Mo from getting hurt.

After one game, the coach felt more tired than even a good game with Tan Mo.

Too damn bitter at heart.

Tan Mo simply can't afford not to give him a pay rise today.

After a break, Qiao Lan came over and handed Tan Mo a bottle of water, grabbed Tan Mo's arm, looked at it and stared at his clothes before giving up.

Glancing back at the coach whispered, "You do this every day."

"...um," Tan Mo nodded somewhat against his will.

Qiao Lan is heartbroken.

That's a bit harsh for a coach who has won awards to be so mean to a newcomer like Tan Mo.

The coach was completely unaware that he was being complained about by Qiao Lan, and after taking a sip of water, he greeted her in a familiar manner, and even started to advertise, "Do you want to learn too, little girl?

Qiao Lan: "...... No thanks."

"This is not for girls", Tan Mo said as she took a sip of water with Qiao Lan, "If you want to learn, you can learn Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and I'll teach you."

He had learnt a little bit as a child, and because his mother learnt this, he had also watched a few moves, so if Qiao Lan wanted to learn, he could do so before teaching her.

The coach found himself a lightning rod unable to interject into the district conversation and sighed as he went out to make a phone call, leaving space for the young couple to talk.

Qiao Lan took Tan Mo's arm and rubbed it for him, "Since when do you know Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu?"

"I've learnt a bit before," Tan Mo said, "and it's great."

"Yes," Qiao Lan said casually.

"Well, I'll teach you a trick to try."

"Huh?"

Qiao Lan was stunned, so she suddenly started learning?

Tan Mo stood up and reached out to pull Qiao Lan up as well, "This martial art is not so much about strength, it's more about technique, like this..."

Before Qiao Lan could react, she was pinned down by Tan Mo, who had both her arms twisted around her, and Qiao Lan could not move a muscle.

"Isn't that great?"

Tan Mo asked her with an innocent look on her face.

Qiao Lan: "......"

Qiao Lan felt he was being mocked.

"Very impressive," Qiao Lan said, slapping Tan Mo's hand away, "teach me."

I'll cure you when I learn.

Tan Mo let go of Qiao Lan and moved away from Qiao Lan to explain the principle of the move to Qiao Lan with great care and attention, and then began to explain what steps he had just completed in a flash.

It seems like a quick move, but I didn't expect it to be so difficult to break down.

Thanks to Tan Mo's hand-holding, Qiao Lan finally almost got the hang of the trick and was instantly eager to try it out.

Tan Mo is incomparably cooperative, matching Qiao Lan's slow motion.

But Qiao Lan was clever, and it didn't really require much strength, as long as the technique was right, the opponent couldn't put up much of a fight, so when Qiao Lan got it right, Tan Mo was finally taken down by Qiao Lan with no luck.

Qiao Lan struggled to twist Tan Mo's hands with both hands, almost half-riding Tan Mo and pinning him all the way down, panting slightly, "I win."

Tan Mo looked at her with a smirk on her face, "Yeah, I'm overpowered by you."

The coach who felt it was about time to continue with the training, just as he pushed the door open and came in.

After a moment of dumbfounded coaching, the

"...... Sorry I'm in the wrong place, no, I'm early, you guys carry on."