Chapter 31: Seventy Thousand

Qiao Lan thought she might have gone a little whiter, and after Uncle Chen said she had gone a little whiter, some of her classmates also said she had gone a little whiter when they greeted her.

It is true that before was starved too hard, and now slowly little by little conditioning, the body is slowly better, the color is not before a lot better.

But thinking about the plump and fairer Qiao Er Er Sister, who has become more and more plump since marrying into the "big family", and the fat and chubby Qiao Yuan, Qiao Lan feels that there is still a lot of room for improvement for herself.

Thinking of the four words used in the novel for Qiao Lan's return, "Return of the stunning," Qiao Lan was really looking forward to what this face would look like when it was stunning.

Can skin color really have such a big impact on a person's appearance?

But that's all for later, for now it's better to get your books in order.

Besides Tan Mo, Pei Ning is the one who has the best relationship with Qiao Lan in the class.

When the semester came, the homeroom teacher did not follow the seating order anymore, because some students reported that the homeroom teacher's behavior was unfair to the students with bad grades, so the homeroom teacher had to stop.

The rule of seating according to grades was replaced by the rule that students with good grades could pick their own table.

The poor students in the back can sit at the same table as the high achievers if they are well enough liked.

High school students are still a bit shy, and there are so many people in the class who like Chen Yaoyang and Song Yao, but at the end of the day, Chen Yaoyang sits with his best friend Li Fan, and Song Yao sits with her best friend.

Pei Ning also went to sit at the same table with her roommate.

With this change, the number of boys and girls at the same table in the class instantly decreased by 90%, and Qiao Lan and Tan Mo were among the 10%.

Tan Mo was nervous for a while when the homeroom teacher first told him about the new rules for changing seats.

He is not stupid, and has long realized that Qiao Lan is not well liked in the class, except for the students who usually greet him, there is only one Pei Ning that he can really talk to.

So Qiao Lan wouldn't want to sit with anyone else, but maybe with Pei Ning.

He glanced carefully at Qiao Lan, who was sitting calmly in her seat, as if the change had nothing to do with her.

Later Pei Ning sat at the same table with another boy.

However, even if Pei Ning sits far away, he still comes to Qiao Lan whenever he has time, even though he usually comes with questions.

It was time for class to end, Qiao Lan took her cell phone to look up words she didn't know, and Pei Ning jumped out of nowhere, and saw Qiao Lan's cell phone before she started to ask questions, and gave a cry, "You bought a cell phone? Then save my number."

Qiao Lan made an OK sign, Pei Ning reported a series of numbers, and Qiao Lan recorded them on her cell phone.

Tan Mo stared at the name "Pei Ning" on Qiao Lan's cell phone, his eyes darkened, and he didn't say anything.

A few days later, by chance, Qiao Lan handed the phone off to Tan Mo, who stared at the white phone in his hand for a long time before opening the screen saver and finding the address book.

Qiao Lan's cell phone doesn't only contain his number anymore. Besides Pei Ning, there are many other people that Qiao Lan knows when he was working.

The notes are in alphabetical order, and Tan Mo's surname starts with a T. Although he is not at the end of the list, he is still very far behind, at least Pei Ning's name is in front of his.

Tan Mo pursed her lips and tapped her address book, adding a 1 in front of Tan Mo's Tan.

Tan Mo became 1 Tan Mo.

Opening her contacts again, Tan Mo saw that her name was instantly at the top of the list, followed by Qiao Lan's own phone number.

She can't always remember her own number, so she added a special "local."

Tan Mo at the top, the phone at the bottom, and after a few moments of looking at it, Tan Mo suddenly gets a little hot under the ears again, and hastily re-locks the phone, pretending that nothing has happened.

Return the phone to Qiao Lan when she comes back.

Qiao Lan didn't notice Tan Mo's little secret, she was busy working on her physics paper.

Qiao Lan's interest in physics has been growing ever since she got the hang of it, and the best part is that when she can't figure out a problem, all she has to do is show it to Tan Mo, and it will be solved. She pushes the paper over to Tan Mo, who naturally brings it over to Qiao Lan and takes the pen in her hand.

Qiao Lan saw the bracelet on his wrist.

In the end, she had wasted a lot of effort to make it up, not so much that she wouldn't recognize it if she strung a bead on it.

I don't know who's hands are so skillful, Qiao Lan at that time to close the peace knot how wrong, but now it was made into a string, the closing part don't know how to braid, it looks very neat, and the last drooping spike was strung with tiny silver charms.

It instantly takes Qiao Lan's peace knot up more than one notch.

Qiao Lan stares at the black beads on top of the bracelet, "Are these beads onyx?"

"No, it's obsidian," Tan Mo put down his pen and took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight, right on the black bead, "When the light hits it, the onyx is still solid black, the obsidian is not."

Qiao Lan looked down halfway and saw that the black beads actually had a bit of an iridescent glow under the bright light.

"It's beautiful," Qiao Lan said.

Tan Mo thought for a moment, "I have more than half a box at home, I'll bring it to you tomorrow."

"No no no!"

Qiao Lan hurriedly shut up, she just said so casually, at this rate, Qiao Lan could not dare to say anything in front of Tan Mo.

I'm afraid Tan Mo will bring it straight here the next day.

Tan Mo's regular daily feeding had already put her under pressure, and for the past two days Qiao Lan had been trying to figure out how to talk to Tan Mo so he wouldn't come back to the Western restaurant as a victim, but she hadn't been able to find the right opportunity.

Qiao Lan had a feeling that Tan Mo would not be happy if he told her, but he had to tell her, it was a matter of principle.

In the afternoon after school, when going to the Western Restaurant, Qiao Lan passed by a street with barbecue restaurants, and the students of the attached middle school jokingly called it a barbecue street.

Qiao Lan walks through the barbecue street, and as she walks, she notices a familiar figure.

Squinting his eyes, he looked over again, and there was really no mistaking it, a bunch of middle schoolers in attached school uniforms crowded around an open-air table outside, men and women alike, a group of kids yelling and actually drinking.

Qiao Yuan's rounded and rolled body was especially noticeable when squeezed into a pile of thin middle schoolers.

Qiao's father Qiao's mother has always been willing to spend money on Qiao Yuan, Qiao Lan did not think too much about it, and turned around and got on the bus after just one look.

In the evening, Tan Mo arrived as promised, but Uncle Chen sent him here and then left, saying he had something to do.

Tan Mo still ordered the same dishes as yesterday, and Qiao Lan asked him after a long pause, "Won't you get tired of eating these every day?"

Even the most delicious thing should get tired of eating it every day.

Tan Mo has eaten at this restaurant for three consecutive months, and has eaten all the dishes back and forth for I don't know how many times, and he really doesn't get tired of it?

Uncle Chen has been ordering less and less and has even started ordering red wine. Qiao Lan can assure you that Uncle Chen is definitely tired of eating.

But Tan Mo was cutting the steak properly and answered Qiao Lan seriously, "It's not greasy."

He didn't lie, and Tan Mo won't lie.

He was really not tired of it, he just liked the constant rhythm of life, including the place where he lived, the people around him, the things placed in his room, and the food that filled his stomach.

It's okay to be able to eat.

Qiao Lan's test failed, she stared at Tan Mo in silence for a long time, then suddenly said, "Tan Mo, do you know how much money you have already spent in this restaurant."

Tan Mo's hand pauses as she cuts the steak, wondering why Qiao Lan would suddenly ask, and since Qiao Lan is talking, Tan Mo politely looks up at her as she honestly replies, "I don't know."

Uncle Chen pays every day, not to mention that Tan Mo neither cares nor cares.

Today, the restaurant was less crowded, and Uncle Chen wasn't there, so Qiao Lan simply sat where Uncle Chen had been sitting before, and she gave Tan Mo a seven.

"Tan Mo, in three months, you've spent a total of seventy thousand dollars at the restaurant."

Qiao Lan in her previous life, except for the book before the high school exams in the province of the ninth, the government rewarded her 50,000 yuan, has always been living in poverty, she did not calculate, after calculating the Tan Mo actually found that the restaurant has spent so much, Qiao Lan can not sit still.

Tan Mo still didn't understand Qiao Lan's point... spending 70,000 dollars in three months... what's wrong with that...?

Qiao Lan's brows wrinkled, "Don't you think it's too much?"

Tan Mo doesn't even think about it and shakes his head, "Not much."

Qiao Lan: "......"

Not wanting to get into a discussion with Tan Mo about what seventy thousand dollars was to the rich and the average person, she took a deep breath, "But it's too much for me to waste like that."

"There's no waste," Tan Mo puts down his knife and fork, his light brown eyes focused on Qiao Lan, "I come here to eat, you get a commission and a tip, so it's not a waste."

It's not a waste.

This is the first time Tan Mo explicitly said that he came here for Qiao Lan. It's a lie to say that he wasn't touched, but it's also not a lie to say that his heart was not happy about it. "It's a waste to spend money on something you don't like every day," Qiao Lan tries to explain it clearly to Tan Mo.

Tan Mo was silent for a long time and lowered his head and whispered, "There's no dislike."

"There's no dislike but I can't say I like it either, isn't it, before coming to this restaurant, Tan Mo, you have a professional nutritionist to help you match what you eat every day, you need to replenish balanced and sufficient nutrition, and your body doesn't allow you to eat such greasy and unhealthy things for a long time."

Tan Mo didn't retort, he finally heard something unusual in Qiao Lan's words, "What exactly," he looked at Qiao Lan, "are you trying to say."

"I'd like to say, Tan Mo, after today, eat at home like you always do, and don't come back here."

Tan Mo looked at her without saying a word, and after a long time his voice was muffled, "Then I won't come," and without waiting for Qiao Lan to sigh in relief he went on, "I'll ask Uncle Chen to bring it back every day."

Qiao Lan lifted his breath again.

"No," Qiao Lan finally realized that there was absolutely no way to beat around the bush with Tan Mo, what he wanted to say had to be told directly and clearly, "Don't come here to eat, and don't let Uncle Chen bring..."

Tan Mo was uncontrollably cranky, and he couldn't figure it out.

"You don't want the money and you don't want me to come here, so what the hell do you want me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything, Tan Mo", Qiao Lan repeated again, "you don't have to do anything, you don't have to help me you don't have to pay me, I can do it myself..."

"Can what, and if you can why are you working here."

Tan Mo is stubborn and can't figure out why Qiao Lan keeps obsessing over this issue. She lacks money and he has money, but why does seventy thousand dollars have to be so difficult?

Qiao Lan also because of how it does not make sense and tone more serious, "I lack of money and you have money has no connection, why do you just can not get it, we are friends and classmates, no friend which classmate will do this, Tan Mo, between us, there is no you have to support me to provide me with the relationship..."

Tan Mo's suppressed rage instantly exploded when he heard the last sentence, dropping the knife and fork in his hand onto the plate with a "bam" sound that startled the surrounding people to look this way.

He looked at Qiao Lan coldly, "No more food, check out."