After going through military training and spending more than a month together, the students who were new to high school who had never known each other had gotten to know their classmates well during this time, laughing and joking in groups of three or five.
At this moment, it was the break time after the morning exercise. The students who were not under the control of the teacher were having a great time, squeezing around and finally awakening Qiao Lan, who was sleeping on the table.
The surroundings were very chaotic, and the chattering shouts filled the ears and made the eardrums hurt. Qiao Lan didn't have time to react to what happened. As soon as he raised his eyelids, he saw the boy playing next to him rammed straight over.
Qiao Lan quickly got up and jumped to the side in a conditioned reflex. The boy hit the chair and fell to the ground. When he turned over, he rubbed his injured arm and cursed at Qiao Lan. He gave Qiao Lan an unhappy look, "Fuck. What are you hiding from?"
Qiao Lan: ? ?
Qiao Lan looked at the boy.
The big-faced plate has a short head, and there are two or three pimples on his face that look fierce, and he is nearly 1.9 meters tall and strong.
If you are so strong and bump into her without apologizing, that's all. Now I'm asking her why she's hiding. Do you think you're a paper man
"Don't hide and wait..."
As a result, before the words were finished, the girl sitting in front of Qiao Lan turned her head to look at the boy, "Qin Yang, please stop."
The girl's voice was pleasant and pleasant, and Qiao Lan, who was still confused about the situation, glanced at it subconsciously, but couldn't help but glance at it a second time.
This girl is fair-skinned and has delicate facial features, even if she wears a ponytail and wears a school uniform, she looks very good, especially her big eyes, which are watery like a doll.
The boy who was still impatient with Qiao Lan just now had a bright face, "It's okay", he grinned and turned to look at Qiao Lan, "Just kidding, by the way, Qiao Lan, where's today's candy?"
sugar
"What candy?"
"Just candy, are you sleepy?"
Qin Yang approached Qiao Lan while talking, and reached out to touch the hole in Qiao Lan's table.
Even if it's a good friend, it doesn't make sense to reach out to the hole in the table, not to mention that she doesn't know the boy at all. Qiao Lan grabbed the boy's arm and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"
Qin Yang's hand was blocked from the outside, and he was stunned for a moment.
They didn't like Qiao Lan before and didn't want to pay attention to her at all. Song Yaoyao always brought Qiao Lan behind her, and Qiao Lan also bought sugar and water for them from time to time. Although they don't look down on such an obvious act of flattery, whoever can eat for nothing will refuse, so that sometimes Qiao Lan doesn't buy anything, and they will ask her directly, anyway Qiao Lan will not refuse.
It's normal to directly flip over Qiao Lan's table hole like today.
He didn't expect that Qiao Lan would suddenly stop him today.
But Qin Yang was just stunned for a moment, didn't take it to heart, or he didn't care about Qiao Lan's attitude at all,
"I didn't buy it today. Don't forget it in the afternoon. I want the original flavor. I want to buy a few more." Qin Yang said, naturally, he took his hand back to his seat and pulled out an English newspaper. He threw it on Qiao Lan's desk, "Copy the newspaper for me, the composition is full, or Lao Liu will scold him again, why are there so many things to do with Lao Liu, it's not annoying to check every day..."
He threw the newspaper to Qiao Lan, went back to his seat and flipped through his schoolbag, then rushed out of the classroom with a group of boys and continued to fight in the corridor.
Qiao Lan: …
When Qiao Lan saw the other students in the classroom, no one thought anything was wrong. They still talked and laughed, ate breakfast, and chatted.
"Song Yao, do you want me to fetch water?"
The beautiful girl who just spoke handed the glass of water on the table to the girl who spoke, "Yes, thank you."
"Why did Yaoyang go and haven't come yet?"
"I just saw him and Fanfan go out. Let's buy breakfast."
It was all useless nonsense, but it made Qiao Lan stunned.
If one Song Yao is not accurate enough, then add another Yaoyang. Qiao Lan happened to read a novel recently. Because a character in the novel has the same name as her, Qiao Lan also roughly flipped through the book.
Song Yao and Chen Yaoyang are the heroine and hero in this book.
He took away the newspaper that the boy had just thrown on the table, and opened the textbook on the table. The words on it were quite delicate, Qiao Lan.
At this moment, there was only one dirty word in Qiao Lan's mind.
fuck it.
She bumped into such a bizarre thing as wearing a book, but wearing a book is enough. Why didn't she dress as a beautiful, rich and excellent heroine, but as Qiao Lan
Just because her name is Qiao Lan
Qiao Lan in the book is a villain, and a cannon fodder villain who can't be more miserable!
A hapless man who was oppressed by his parents at home, bullied by his classmates at school, poor, ugly and poor in study. Later, the beautiful and kind-hearted heroine Song Yao couldn't see it, and took the initiative to be her friend, so Qiao Lan reluctantly became a member of Song Yao's little sister group.
It's one thing to have Song Yao's help, but it's another thing to look down on her from the boys and girls who have a good relationship with Song Yao. In order to please these people, Qiao Lan often takes the initiative to buy things to do homework and clean up, so that they can play while playing. take her.
When Qiao Lan was reading the book, she was so angry that she wanted to scold her mother. In the book, it was written that Qiao Lan was skinny. She had some money and didn't keep it for herself to eat more. In the end, she still tried to make money to serve these people
I'm afraid there is a hole in the brain.
Without thinking, Qiao Lan stood up and threw the newspaper back on Qin Yang's table.
After sitting back, she dug out Qiao Lan's own newspaper from her schoolbag.
All multiple-choice questions have been done, and the corrections and essays that follow are empty.
Remembering what Qin Yang said just now about checking the newspaper, Qiao Lan quickly took out a pen to correct the mistakes and started writing.
Outside the teaching building, the gradient of the disabled passage is very gentle, but Tan Mo still struggles to turn the wheel. His hands are not as strong as ordinary people, and even not as strong as many girls.
The students who came and went saw him automatically avoiding a certain space, and Tan Mo could hear the whispered discussions of the students who passed by, and there were countless gazes that were comparable to public executions.
Tan Mo lowered his head, his pale face was covered by some overly long hair, and his thin white fingers struggled to roll the wheelchair.
Finally, the wheelchair was finally approaching the entrance of the corridor. Suddenly, a person rushed out of the teaching building. The rush was too fast to stop and directly hit Tan Mo.
The wheelchair was knocked back abruptly, and the fingers that were too late to take it got stuck in the wheel, and it was painful for a moment. Tan Mo hurriedly pulled out his fingers, but the wheelchair quickly retreated uncontrollably.
There were girls around screaming, and the wheelchair quickly slid down from the disabled passage. No one stopped it, and the wheelchair rolled straight down from the small steps next to it. Tan Mo fell heavily to the ground, his palm was immediately stabbed with blood from the rough cement floor, and the wheelchair fell far away in an instant.
The boy who bumped into Tan Mo quietly pushed the wheelchair to Tan Mo's side, then ran away quickly, as if Tan Mo was something unclean.
Tan Mo's bloody hands trembled uncontrollably, he pulled the wheelchair to his side, put his hands on the wheelchair, his arms trembled to support the whole body, and struggled to sit back on the wheelchair.
With a trembling of his hands, he fell to the ground again. The students passing by were all looking at him, but no one helped him. Some people wanted to step forward, but they thought of something and retreated.
He fell once, twice, three times, and finally got back into the wheelchair. His white school uniform shirt was covered in ash, and there were bloodstains scattered on it. He still kept his head down, his face was expressionless, and his muscles seemed to be necrotic. In the same way, silently rolling the wheelchair back to the disabled access.
In the classroom, when Qiao Lan was halfway through writing the composition, a group of boys poured in outside the classroom. The boy at the front put the water cup on Song Yao's desk. Someone in the class suddenly booed, and Song Yao took the water cup and said aloud. thanks.
The shyness in this thank you was too obvious, Qiao Lan couldn't help but glance at it and saw the tall and thin boy standing in front of Song Yao's desk.
He was tall, and he was handsome in a school uniform that couldn't stop him. Someone shouted "Yaoyang" next to him, and Qiao Lan realized it immediately.
No wonder he's so handsome, after all, he's a male protagonist.
Chen Yaoyang handed the water cup in his hand to Song Yao and talked to Song Yao peacefully for a while, then turned his head to meet Qiao Lan's eyes.
Although the control was good, Qiao Lan still saw the disgust on Chen Yaoyang's face at a glance.
Qiao Lan: …
Go to your uncle.
Qiao Lan really doesn't like this male protagonist at all. Compared with the so-called arrogant and domineering male protagonist, Qiao Lan prefers a supporting actor named Tan Mo.
Too bad he died too early.
When I read the novel and saw that Tan Mo was dead, Qiao Lan didn't bother to watch the plot behind it.
Thinking of this, Qiao Lan turned to look at the last row.
She remembered that Tan Mo was also in the same class with them in the novel. Tan Mo had to sit in a wheelchair and was afraid of light and wind because of his illness, so he always sat in the farthest corner of the classroom.
In the last row in the far corner of the classroom, there is only one desk. The two chairs in front are far away from this desk. The walls block a little light, making this space even more deserted and out of place.
Tan Mo has not come yet.
Qiao Lan turned her head again for some reason, picked up the pen and continued to write, not noticing Chen Yaoyang's slightly surprised gaze. A thin boy came in from the classroom and said in a loud voice, "I just came in from outside and met Tan Mo, and was hit by someone."
The pen in Qiao Lan's hand paused.
"Bumped, who dares to bump into him and bully the disabled," someone said.
After saying that, a bunch of people laughed, and the little boy was also amused for a long time, "He just came up from the disabled passage, and a person rushed out of it. He hit him without seeing it, and the wheelchair overturned directly, grass, You didn't see it, it fell really hard."
A girl next to her laughed several times, "Classmates, help each other, care for the disabled, do you understand?"
"That's right, don't help me."
"No," the little boy laughed and waved his hand, "Who dares to help him, I'm afraid of contagion."
"Is neurosis contagious?"
"How the fuck do I know."
"Hahaha, your biology has gone into the dog's stomach."
"Fucking creatures still learn this? Would you like to ask Tan Mo if neuropathy is contagious? If neuropathy is not contagious, then ask if epilepsy is contagious?"
"I don't give a fuck about talking to a lunatic..."
Almost everyone laughed, and laughter filled the entire classroom, until Tan Mo appeared, and the laughter stopped abruptly.
The pale and thin teenager rolled his wheelchair and quietly entered the classroom, without saying a word, as if he had not heard anything, he came to his seat, and the thick walls shrouded him in a shadow.
No one listened to him, no one spoke to him.
The whole classroom was outrageously lively, but this liveliness,
It has nothing to do with him.