After the military training and the month-long period of time spent together, students who had not known each other for the first time in high school have become acquainted with their classmates, laughing and joking in groups of three or five.

It is just after the morning exercise and the students, who are not under the supervision of the teachers, are making a lot of noise, finally waking up Qiao Lan who is sleeping on his desk.

Qiao Lan didn't have time to react to what was going on before her eyes lifted and she saw the boys playing next to her crashing straight into her.

Qiao Lan quickly got up and jumped to the side as a reflex, the boy hit the chair and fell to the floor, rubbing his arm that hurt from the impact as he rolled up and cursed under his breath, glaring at Qiao Lan in displeasure, "What the fuck are you hiding for?"

Qiao Lan: ????

Qiao Lan looks at the boy.

A big-faced man with a short inch and two or three pimples on his fierce-looking face, he is tall and strong at nearly 5'9".

You think you're a paperweight for running into her and not apologizing, but now you're asking her why she's hiding?

"No hiding and waiting..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the girl sitting in front of Qiao Lan looked back at the boy, "Qin Yang, stop it."

The girl's voice was so pleasant that Qiao Lan, who was still a bit confused, took one look and then a second one.

This girl has fair skin and delicate features, and even with her ponytail she looks very good in her school uniform, her big eyes are particularly outstanding, watery and doll-like.

The boy who had just been impatient with Qiao Lan was instantly full of sunshine, "It's okay", he smiled broadly and then turned his head to look at Qiao Lan, "I'm just playing around, by the way Qiao Lan, where's the candy today?"

Sugar?

"What kind of sugar?"

"Just sugar, are you sleep-deprived?"

As Qin Yang speaks, he moves closer to Qiao Lan and reaches for the hole in Qiao Lan's table.

Even if they were close friends, there was no reason for them to reach into the hole in the table, not to mention that she didn't know the boy at all, so Qiao Lan grabbed the boy's arm and said impatiently, "What are you doing?"

Qin Yang's hand was blocked and he froze for a rare moment.

In the past, they didn't like Qiao Lan and didn't want to talk to her at all, but Song Yao Yao always took Qiao Lan with her and Qiao Lan bought them sweets and water from time to time. Although they didn't like such an obvious act of ingratiation, who would refuse to eat for free, so much so that when Qiao Lan didn't buy anything, they would ask her for it directly, as Qiao Lan wouldn't refuse anyway.

It's not unusual for things like today to go straight through the Qiao Lan table hole.

I had no idea that Qiao Lan would suddenly stop him today.

However, Qin Yang was not bothered, or did not care about Qiao Lan's attitude at all.

"I didn't buy any today, so don't forget this afternoon, I want the original ones, buy some more", Qin Yang said, as natural as possible, and withdrew her hand to her seat, pulling out an English newspaper and throwing it on Qiao Lan's desk, "Copy the newspaper for me, write a full essay, or Mr. Liu will scold me again. If not, Mr. Liu will scold me again, damn Mr. Liu, he has so many things to do, he doesn't mind checking every day..."

He threw the newspaper at Qiao Lan, went back to his seat and rummaged through his bag before rushing out of the classroom with a group of boys to continue the fight in the hallway.

Qiao Lan: ......

Qiao Lan saw the other students in the classroom and no one felt anything wrong, they were still talking and laughing, eating breakfast and chatting.

"Song Yao , I'm going to fetch water do you want it?"

The pretty girl who had just spoken handed the girl who had spoken a glass of water from the table, "Yes, please."

"What's Yaoyang doing here?"

"Just watched him go out with a couple of Fanfan's, to get breakfast, I think."

It was all useless nonsense, but it made Qiao Lan's head spin.

If Song Yao is not exact enough, then add Yaoyang. Qiao Lan happened to have read a novel recently, and since one of the characters in the novel had the same name as her, Qiao Lan also looked up the book in general.

Song Yao and Chen Yaoyang are the heroine and hero of this book.

He took away the newspaper that the boy had just left on the table and opened the textbook on the table, which had two words on it, Qiao Lan.

At this moment, Qiao Lan had only one expletive in mind.

Fuck that.

But why is she dressed as Qiao Lan instead of a beautiful, rich and brilliant heroine?

Just because she is also called Qiao Lan?

Qiao Lan is a villain in this book, and a miserable one at that!

A poor, ugly and unlucky girl who is oppressed by her parents at home and bullied by her classmates at school. Qiao Lan reluctantly becomes part of Song Yao's small group of sisters.

It was one thing to have Song Yao's help, but it was another to have the boys and girls who were close to Song Yao look down on her. Qiao Lan tried to please these people by buying things and doing homework and cleaning so that they could take her with them when they played.

When Qiao Lan first read the book, he was so angry that he wanted to curse. In the book, it was written that Qiao Lan was so thin that she was almost skin and bones, so she didn't save some money to eat more for herself, and then she tried to find ways to share the money to serve these people?

I'm afraid it's a brain fart.

Without thinking, Qiao Lan stood up and threw the newspaper back onto Qin Yang's desk.

When he sat back down, he fished Qiao Lan's own newspaper out of his school bag.

All the multiple choice questions were done, with the corrections and essays at the back left blank.

Remembering what Qin Yang had just said about checking the newspaper, Qiao Lan took out a pen and quickly finished the corrections and started writing the essay.

Outside the school building, the handicapped access is gentle, but Tan Mo still struggles to turn the wheel, his hands are not as strong as the average person's and he is not even as strong as many girls.

The students who came and went saw him and automatically avoided a certain space, Tan Mo could hear the whispers of the students walking past and the numerous stares that could be compared to a public execution.

Tan Mo's head is bowed, his pale face hidden by his somewhat overgrown hair, and his thin white fingers struggle to roll the wheelchair.

When the wheelchair finally reached the entrance of the building, a man suddenly came out of the building and crashed into Tan Mo.

The wheelchair was knocked backwards so steeply that the finger that was too late to be retracted got stuck in the wheel and for a moment there was a sharp pain, Tan Mo hastily withdrew her finger but the wheelchair fell backwards uncontrollably and quickly.

There was a shriek from a girl around the room as the wheelchair slid down the disabled access aisle so fast that it tumbled down the small side steps without being stopped. Tan Mo fell heavily to the ground, her palms were instantly bloodied and stung by the coarse concrete, and the wheelchair fell a long way in a flash.

The boy who hit Tan Mo quietly righted his wheelchair and pushed it to Tan Mo's side, then quickly ran away as if Tan Mo was something unclean.

Tan Mo's blood-stained hands trembled lightly uncontrollably as he pulled the wheelchair to his side, braced his hands on it, his arms trembling as he supported his entire body, and struggled to regain his seat in it.

His hands shook and he fell to the ground again. Students passing by looked at him but no one helped him, some tried to come forward but remembered something and retreated.

After falling once, twice, three times, he finally got back into his wheelchair, the white school uniform top already dusty and with blood scattered around the top, his head still bowed, his face expressionless, his muscles as if necrotic, he rolled the wheelchair in silence to rejoin the disabled access.

In the classroom, Qiao Lan was halfway through her essay when a group of boys came in from outside the classroom. The boy at the front of the class placed a glass of water on Song Yao's desk.

The shyness in the thank you was so obvious that Qiao Lan couldn't help but glance over and see the tall, thin boy standing in front of Song Yao's table.

He was tall and handsome, with a school uniform and a hairy head of hair, and when someone next to him shouted "Yaoyang", Qiao Lan was immediately enlightened.

No wonder it's so handsome, it's a male lead after all.

Chen Yaoyang hands Song Yao the glass of water in his hand and speaks calmly to Song Yao for a moment before turning his head and meeting Qiao Lan's gaze.

Although well-controlled, Qiao Lan caught a glimpse of the disgust on Chen Yaoyang's face.

Qiao Lan: ......

Fuck you.

Qiao Lan really doesn't like the main character at all, and prefers a supporting character called Tan Mo to the supposedly impetuous and domineering hero.

Unfortunately it just died too soon.

When I first read the novel and saw that Tan Mo had died, Qiao Lan didn't bother to read the subsequent episodes.

With this in mind, Qiao Lan turns his head to the last row.

She remembered that Tan Mo was in the same class as them in the novel. Tan Mo was in a wheelchair and was afraid of the light and wind because of her illness, so she always sat in the far corner of the classroom.

In the far corner of the classroom, in the last row, there is only one table, the two chairs in front of it are far away from it, and the walls block some of the light, making the space even more cold and out of place.

Tan Mo is not here yet.

Qiao Lan turned her head back to her writing, unaware of Chen Yaoyang's slightly surprised gaze. A skinny boy came in from the classroom and said in a loud voice, "I just met Tan Mo from outside and was hit by someone."

The pen in Qiao Lan's hand is tapped.

"Crash, who dares to crash into him, bullying the disabled", someone said.

The small boy was also happy for a long time, "He just came up from the disabled access, a person rushed out from the inside, didn't see it and hit it, the wheelchair tipped over, grass, you didn't see it, fell really hard."

A girl next to her laughed several times, "The same class, helping each other and caring for the disabled understand."

"That's right, not even helping to hold it up."

"No help," the small boy laughed and waved his hand, "Who dares to help him, I'm still afraid of contagion."

"Are neuroses contagious?"

"How the fuck should I know."

"Hahahaha you're biology went to the dogs."

"Fuckin' biology and you're learning this? Why don't you ask Tan Mo if neuropathy is contagious? If neuropathy is not contagious, ask if epilepsy is contagious?"

"I don't fucking ask questions with crazy people..."

Almost everyone laughed and the laughter filled the classroom until Tan Mo appeared and the laughter suddenly stopped.

The pale, thin teenager rolled his wheelchair quietly into the classroom and without a word, as if he had heard nothing, came to his seat, the thick walls shrouding his entire being in a shadow.

No one paid him any attention, no one said a word to him.

The whole classroom was buzzing like crazy, but this buzz, the

Nothing to do with him, in the slightest.

Both Qiao Lan and Tan Mo are supporting characters and not much is written about them in the book.

It is only because Qiao Lan shares her name and because she likes Tan Mo's character so much that Qiao Lan watches the plot of these two people more closely than the protagonist. Now that the jokes of the students around her are crowding into her ears, and everyone is calling Tan Mo crazy, stupid and insane, Qiao Lan finds it unbearably harsh.

After finishing the last letter of the essay, the bell finally rang and Chen Yaoyang, Qin Yang and the rest of the boys returned to their seats as the slightly Mediterranean teacher entered the classroom with the bell ringing and went straight to the first group of students in the first row with an extraordinarily thick voice.

"Take out all the papers", rolled the textbooks in your hands into a tube and started checking them one by one.

"How many times have I said it! Reading comprehension draw the part of the answer in the original text, say it every day every day for nothing... Who do you give to when you write such a few lines in your essay? Is learning for me?"

Mr. Liu scolded people as he examined them. Qin Yang slowly picked up the newspaper on the table and scanned it, only to have his face turn green.

The paper was clean and there wasn't even a single question written on it.

Qiao Lan didn't even make it for him!

Qin Yang was so angry that she turned her head and glared at Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan did not see Qin Yang's angry face, but Qiao Lan's tablemate saw her and nudged her arm to remind her. When Qiao Lan looked up, she saw Qin Yang's cannibalistic gaze and immediately gave Qin Yang a look like you were an idiot, and then never looked at her again.

Qin Yang was shocked, fuck him, was Qiao Lan mocking him?

If it weren't for the teacher, Qin Yang would have rushed over to Qiao Lan and taken him out.

Qin Yang's tablemate was also surprised. Qiao Lan usually tries to please this group of people in the class, but today was a bit strange, but he didn't lose his wits like Qin Yang, and urged Qin Yang, "Don't worry about that and copy it, Mr. Liu is coming over."

Qin Yang now realised the importance of the subject and gave Qiao Lan a sharp look before she grabbed her pen and frantically copied the answers.

As he copied, he couldn't help but curse Qiao Lan, all because of Qiao Lan! When class is over, he will have to...

As he was thinking this, the newspaper in front of him was taken away by Mr. Liu.

Mr. Liu had only glanced at the other students before, but he had never expected Qin Yang to be checked in such detail.

Mr. Liu flipped the newspaper from side to side and after a few seconds of silence, exploded.

"What's wrong with putting two ticks on one option in the perfect filler, copying a serial? The reading comprehension answer is not written to the back of the question to write on the option, young eyes lame? I'm not sure I saw that, huh? I don't think I can see it because I copied the reading once in the essay, do you think I'm stupid or blind? You're not worth much more than a few pounds of oil from standing in the playground. When you've spent your parents' money, you can find a crooked tree and hang yourself.

Qiao Lan almost couldn't hold back her laughter.

No wonder the students were scared to death when they mentioned this teacher, this speed of speech, like a machine gun, being scolded like this was a disgrace to the family.

Comfortable.

After scolding Qin Yang, Mr. Liu did not reprimand anyone, and when he came to Tan Mo, he just looked at Tan Mo for a moment and then skipped him.

No one thinks of Tan Mo as a normal person.

Tan Mo did not react to this either, hidden alone in the shadows beneath the wall, his slightly long hair covering his eyes, Qiao Lan could only see his chiseled chin, excessively thin and pale.

Qiao Lan withdrew her eyes, ignoring the murderous gaze of Qin Yang standing behind her, and listened attentively to Mr. Liu's lecture.

Although Mr. Liu was grumpy, the class was really good and the English class was over in no time.

After class, Qiao Lan looked at her timetable, put away her English textbook and looked for her maths book in the corner of her desk. Qiao Lan turned her head and saw Qin Yang with a fierce look on her face.

Qiao Lan pulled the maths book out, "What for?"

Fuck, why even ask him? Qin Yang's eyebrows went up.

He was scolded and punished, and now he has the face to ask him what he is doing?

"Didn't I tell you to write the paper?"

"I promise?"

When Chen Yaoyang Song Yao and the others sitting in front of them heard this, they all looked over with a little surprise, Qin Yang was stunned, but he felt even more humiliated by the anger, "Say that again?

"Are you deaf? Get out of the way", Qiao Lan stood up as she prepared to put some books in the book box at the back of the classroom.

Qin Yang, who had just stood up, grabbed the book from Qiao Lan's hand and threw it, hitting it hard against the wall at the back of the classroom.

A book flew straight over Tan Mo's side, hitting Tan Mo's leg and falling to the ground again.

There was a sudden silence in the class when Qiao Lan suddenly remembered the description of Tan Mo's illness in the original novel.

Asperger syndrome is particularly sensitive to touch and may even overreact, with the sensation of a foreign object on the skin causing distress.

Qiao Lan's heart tightened as he pushed Qin Yang away and headed towards Tan Mo. Qin Yang cursed behind him, "What the fuck, do you really think you're someone if Song Yao takes you with him?

Qiao Lan, not listening, quickly walked over to Tan Mo, picked up the books from under Tan Mo's feet, looked up at the young man in front of him and asked him carefully.

"Are you all right."

As if he hadn't seen or heard, the teenager hadn't reacted in the slightest yet; he sat at the table like a statue, ash and blood stains on his school uniform, pale thin fingers holding a pen and writing something, a book on the table, his form motionless.

Qiao Lan stood up and crouched down a little, level with Tan Mo, "I'm sorry."

The pen in Tan Mo's hand finally stops for a moment, and the slightest of glances up, and for a moment, Qiao Lan meets Tan Mo's eyes, which are covered by his slightly longer hair.

But that was all, and he bowed his head again, still saying nothing.

Without bothering him again, Qiao Lan stood up and swept a quick glance over to Tan Mo's desk.

Not a textbook, it is densely packed with words, interspersed with symbols and formulas that are not part of high school knowledge.

The formula Qiao Lan knows is the indefinite integral in calculus, the Newton-Leibniz formula.

Qiao Lan learned just before she wore the book here.

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Qin Yang wanted to teach Qiao Lan a lesson, but he never expected Qiao Lan, who was used to pleasing him, to take any kind of medicine today.

Qin Yang, unable to save face, cursed in the classroom for nearly ten minutes and finally said, "Don't you fucking regret it, we won't take you with us again!

Qiao Lan didn't take such childish threats seriously, she had already seen such threats in primary school. What's more, Qiao Lan doesn't want to have anything to do with these people.

In particular, Chen Yaoyang.

When I think of Chen Yaoyang's undisguised dislike for her today, Qiao Lan is confused as to what the Qiao Lan in the book likes about him.

Reaching into his school bag, he felt out a couple of Alpine lollipops and was left a little speechless.

It turned out that Qiao Lan had actually bought the sugar.

Qiao Lan is even a little confused by this Qiao Lan's brain.

If you put all this thought into your studies, you wouldn't be so bad at every exam. Your family is poor and not very good-looking, and you don't study well, so no wonder you are disliked.

If you want to be liked and accepted, you always have to have something to shine.

Qin Yang unilaterally feels that Qiao Lan is deliberately disrespecting him, and calls on a group of his best friends and girls who are close to him to unwittingly isolate Qiao Lan.

She is satisfied to listen to people talking badly about Qiao Lan, saying that she is not even a tenth as good-looking as Song Yao, and she has the nerve to like Chen Yaoyang, without looking at how much Chen Yaoyang is bothering her, which is why Song Yao is helping her...

Qin Yang is a little excited, he can't wait to see Qiao Lan alienated by his former best friends and then having to come to him for an apology.

As a result, when I turned my head, I saw Qiao Lan with a lollipop in his mouth.

Fuck!

Qin Yang's newly relieved mood was suddenly gone again.

Qiao Lan didn't have time to talk to Qin Yang, so she chewed the lollipop in her mouth and went to the washroom, returning just in time to see the homeroom teacher enter the classroom.

What is this going to do?

Qiao Lan watched Tan Mo's back for a short while before entering the classroom again, where he heard a group of students talking about Tan Mo.

"Why did Old Mu take him there?"

"Who knows", someone said, "I really convinced Old Mu, what a fucking temper, I wouldn't bother with him if I were Old Mu."

"Old Mu is the reincarnation of the holy father who is so full of love that he still comes up to him every time he gets dumped on..."

"Isn't it just a flood of love, disability plus mental illness, can't be more caring."

The students laughed, and one boy said, "He's really psychotic, sometimes he looks quite normal."

"Nervous people aren't always nervous," interjected a small girl, "I accidentally touched his arm when I was cleaning last time, I didn't mean to, but I ended up being pushed straight out and almost fell over, I'm really sick."

The pen in Qiao Lan's hand is tapped.

Not so.

That's because he has Asperger syndrome, a condition in which the skin is so sensitive that what a normal person would call a light touch would be a shock to them in a way that no one would understand.

"Didn't I sit at the same table with him for a few days before and talk to him a few times, it scared the hell out of me."

"What's wrong with what?" The students were excited and good-humored.

"You talk to him and he stares straight at you without moving his eyes, it's just creepy, and also, sometimes his hand shakes when he holds a pen..."

"Wouldn't that be epilepsy?"

"Crikey he's still holding a pen, writing, can he?"

He would, of course he would, Qiao Lan thought of the calculus book he had seen on Tan Mo's desk today.

Although Asperger syndrome can cause autism and loss of basic social functions, these people do have IQs and memories that are far superior to those of others, and Tan Mo in particular.

He looked straight at a person, not because he wanted to do anything, but because he could not read the emotions of the next person, he just wanted to understand what the other person meant.

As for the trembling fingers... that's post-traumatic stress disorder left over from the car accident, a trauma that an autistic child with Asperger syndrome since childhood will never heal from after witnessing his mother's death in a car accident and after having his legs paralysed.

He was pitiful enough, but no one ever took pity on him. They called him crazy, stupid and insane, irritating the teenager, who was already on the verge of running away, over and over again with the most vicious banter of his age.

Another girl beside me was spouting off about what she had supposedly seen, saying that she had occasionally seen Tan Mo with a pen, scribbling like a three-year-old, and that she had once seen Tan Mo drooling in a silly manner.

"Crikey and drooling!"

"Fuck what a fucking idiot."

"What do you think his parents sent him here for?"

In the classroom, the students said and laughed, fools, lunatics, and so on and so forth, over and over again, into Qiao Lan's ears.

"Have you said enough?"

The girl froze for a moment and screamed out, " Qiao Lan, you're sick!"

"You're not sick if you make rumours?"

The girl's face turned white as she cursed and changed the subject, "Thanks to Qin Yang, I spoke up for you today..."

The students looked at the girl and then at Qiao Lan, their faces wondering what they were thinking, and gradually dispersed.

When Tan Mo finally returns, his wounded hand wrapped in gauze, Qiao Lan glances over and turns his head, catching a glimpse of his tablemate pretending not to notice that he has moved his table further away.

In the afternoon, Qiao Lan felt clearly isolated, and the girls who had been talking to her before were now not talking to her at all.

Qiao Lan's heart was in the right place, she couldn't even name these people so she didn't care about them.

Qiao Lan was just about to leave, having packed her bag with the day's homework, when she turned her head and saw Tan Mo again.

He was still sitting in the last row, head down, writing something, and students passing by stretched their necks to take a look, most likely thinking he was scribbling like a three-year-old.

Qiao Lan sat back down again until only a few people were left in the classroom and the building was clear of noisy shouting, then Tan Mo moved.

He pushed the wheelchair and turned it in silence, out of the classroom, out of the building and finally stopped at the disabled access.

The cut on his hand still hurts, as does the pain of his finger getting stuck in the wheel, and with such gentle disabled access in front of him, Tan Mo clenches his fingers in silence, pausing for almost ten seconds before finally placing his hand back on the wheelchair wheel.

The wheelchair had just moved when someone grabbed it by the backrest and slowly pushed it down the disabled access.

Tan Mo's head turned abruptly, his voice frightened and angry.

"Let go!"

The man behind him did not let go, pushing the wheelchair to a gentle place before releasing his hand and then turning to leave without saying a word.

Tan Mo's hands were clasped dead on his wheelchair, his already pale complexion becoming even whiter and whiter as he sat silently in his wheelchair, staring intently at the man's back.

He remembers this man.

Not long ago, she stood in front of him and asked if he was all right.

And one more word, sorry.

Standing in front of the school, Qiao Lan was dumbfounded for a while.

It's time to go home after school, but she doesn't know where Qiao Lan's home is in the book.

After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that Qiao Lan's parents run a small restaurant right in front of the school, and since Qiao Lan's family is not well off, this restaurant should not be very big either, and its patronage might be average.

Qiao Lan walked across the road to the school and ruled out a few large shops that were doing a brisk business, just two of which led to Qiao Lan's parents' bistro.

It was really a "small" restaurant, with four tables that were suffocatingly crowded, and the restaurant was dark and smelled strongly of overcooked food with MSG. Qiao Lan had just stood at the door when a fat white man came in behind him, pushing Qiao Lan aside without dodging, "What are you doing standing at the door, where is the exhibition?

Qiao Lan frowned and stared at the back of the little fat man's head for a long time before following him in.

The shop serves home-cooked food and the students order one rice dish and two dishes, just like in the canteen. It was the end of the school day and there were many students in the shop. Qiao's father was in charge of stir-frying and Qiao's mother was in charge of serving the food to the students. Qiao Lan followed Qiao Yuan into the back kitchen, and Qiao's father, who was standing frying, saw his baby son and his chubby white face turned into a flower smile, "Qiao Yuan is out of school.

After pulling his son around and asking him questions, he seemed to see Qiao Lan, and when he saw that Qiao Lan had no eyes and would not even help, and when he looked at Qiao Lan's face, which was blue and white, he was furious and his fatherly smile was gone.

"Why are you standing there, with so many people in the shop and not helping out, do you have two eyes for gas?"

After a few seconds of silence, Qiao Lan put down her bag and went out to help Qiao's mother with the plates.

Qiao Lan didn't see any problem with this kind of work, she had done it all in her previous life to pay for school.

I took the stir-fried dishes out and then took the finished plates back, only to see Qiao's father stir-fry three dishes on fire and set them in front of little fatty Qiao Yuan as soon as I entered.

Two meat and one vegetable, clean dishes, not in the same league as the greasy, greasy dishes sold to students.

Qiao Lan had been saving money every day to buy lollipops for her classmates, but she was so hungry that she didn't eat them herself.

"Wash your hands, you can wash them later when you're done, go out and help your mother settle the bill", turning his head with a loving face, "Eat first, my son, if you don't have enough dad will do it again."

Qiao Lan gave Qiao's father a sullen look and then looked at Qiao Yuan who was eating happily, dropped the plate in the sink, washed his hands, picked up his school bag and left without looking back.

Qiao's father and Qiao Yuan, who had not reacted at all, cursed in anger only after a long time.

"Get your ass back here, who are you shaming? You're not happy to do a job, are you? You're not happy to work, you're not happy to study, you don't know what good it is to raise you..."

Qiao Lan carried her school bag out the door, shutting out Qiao's father's abuse from her eardrums.

I felt in my pocket and had five dollars left. I went to the shop next door and bought the cheapest and most filling bread, sat down on a small stone bench not far from the restaurant, took out my book and read it while munching on the bread.

Seeing is chemistry.

Qiao Lan is glad that it has only been a month since the start of the first year of high school, so there is not too much to learn, and even if she falls behind, she can catch up quickly.

Qiao Lan used to be a liberal arts student, so even though history and geography have been around for a long time, she still has a memory of them. Before the book, Qiao Lan was in her second year of university, studying finance, but she was very good at maths and had just finished her sixth grade exam in English.

So the main thing is to make up physics and chemistry.

After biting into slices of bread and reading a chapter on chemistry, it was getting dark outside when I finally saw the little fat man walking out of the bistro.

Qiao's father Qiao's mother stood at the door and told her son to be safe before returning to the shop.

Qiao Lan put his textbook away and followed the fat boy back to the Qiao Family.

The Qiao Family's house is an old one, only six storeys, bought by the Qiao Family a long time ago. Qiao Yuan walked into the hallway humming Above the Moon and was shocked to find a figure in the dark when she turned around.

When she saw Qiao Lan, she glared at him and kicked him in the leg, "What are you doing sneaking around, are you trying to scare me to death?"

Qiao Lan stepped over Qiao Yuan without looking at him, and Qiao Yuan howled, "You're blind!"

Qiao's grandmother, who was watching TV at home, heard her grandson screaming like a pig and opened the door in a hurry, "What's wrong, where's your brother?"

"Back," Qiao Lan dashed into the room, put down her bag and went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.

Qiao Yuan came in crying with his feet covered, but when he looked down and saw a black footprint on his white sneakers, he was furious. These were the new shoes Qiao's father had bought for him the day before, brand new! Qiao Yuan

When he rushed into Qiao Lan's room and found no one there, he saw that the bathroom light was on and stood at the door and started yelling.

When Qiao's grandmother heard that it was Qiao Lan who had stepped on her grandson's foot, she instantly joined in, "You're so old, don't you have eyes when you walk?"

Qiao Yuan focused less on the pain in her feet than on her shoes, crying, "My new shoes."

"Let your third sister wash it for you later..."

"It's not new if you wash it..."

The grandmother and grandchildren are outside, one yelling and the other coaxing, and in no time at all they have taken it upon themselves to give Qiao Lan a lot of work to do.

Once Qiao Lan had no father and no mother, thanks to some kind-hearted people who sponsored her through university, and she always thought how great it would be to have a family with her parents one day.

Now that she has a mother and a father and a young man, Qiao Lan feels in her heart that it is better not to.

With such relatives, she would rather be an orphan.

She has to find a way to move out and finally get away from Qiao Family, but she is still a high school student and has to take her time in planning where she will move out and how she will pay for her living expenses.

Mulling this over, Qiao Lan ignores the commotion outside and fixes her gaze on her face in the mirror.

One look at the entire brow furrowed.

According to the book, Qiao Lan is a girl who has defied the odds by virtue of her looks.

In the novel, Qiao Lan was not a good-looking girl before high school, she was thin and skinny, and had nothing to do with being pretty. Later on, she fell in love with Chen Yaoyang, but was disliked by him, and was jealous of Song Yao, who hurt her and expelled her from school.

She was never heard from again until she returned several years later, and with her face, she hooked up with several dudes who were stupid and rich, and gave Song Yao a lot of trouble.

Unfortunately, Qiao Lan is still the same yellow-faced clown.

In addition, Qiao Lan's face was obviously covered with a layer of poor quality make-up, perhaps BB cream or foundation, which was so white that it turned blue and purple. This is not to mention the fact that she has applied it to her face but not to her neck, so that her ears and neck are several shades darker than her face.

On top of that, the eyes are covered with a bizarrely bad eyeliner that turns the double eyelids directly into an inner pair.

The corners of Qiao Lan's mouth twitched slightly as she squeezed the cleanser and washed it twice, finally revealing Qiao Lan's features.

The face is very small, melon face, but because it is too thin there is no point of beauty, the bridge of the nose is very high, the lips are not girlish full slightly thin, a pair of Rui Feng eyes slender and upward, become the whole face of the point.

Qiao Lan's face is the opposite of Song Yao's, her features are more aggressive than Song Yao's.

No wonder they say Qiao Lan will return in the future, with such features, she definitely has the power to stun.

Although Qiao Lan is not quite dark, her skin is dull and yellowish, and she has no colour. Qiao Lan's long, straw-like hair, dry lips and skinny face made her look unrecognizable, and her eyes, which were the most important part of her look, were painted as an inner pair.

The first thing you need to do is to put on a lot of BB creams, but how can you look good without collagen on your face? Qiao Lan is a bit confused about the brain circuit of Qiao Lan in the book.

A good face, spoilt for human beings.

After washing her face and leaving the bathroom, Qiao Family's house was old but quite large, after all, she had two sisters, so Qiao Lan looked around and went into the smallest room to the south.

Before she could sit down, Qiao Yuan kicked the door open with her belly in her hand and pointed to the shoes in the doorway with her chin raised in a condescending manner.

"Wash it for me, it has to be as good as new", he said and urged Qiao Lan, "Hurry up, it will dry sooner, I have to wear it in two days!"