Chapter 42: Distance

Qiao Lan thought that at the age of 15, 16, or 17, neither boys nor girls were inherently bad, so she didn't think that the atmosphere of the 13th class of senior high school was representative of the whole high school or anyone else, and she was looking forward to her new friends in the brand new sophomore year.

Once in her new environment, Qiao Lan finally got a taste of normal high school life.

In the second year of high school, when evening study halls begin, many students who live far away from home choose to live on campus, so the proportion of resident students in the class rises rapidly, and the dormitory is also reallocated. This time, Qiao Lan is in a dormitory with seven girls in the same class, and, if nothing else, she won't be able to change dormitories for the next two years.

The new roommates are very nice to live with, especially the short-haired girl named Bai Yu who lives in the bunk bed with Qiao Lan. They have similar personalities and hobbies, and Qiao Lan has been eating lunch and dinner with Bai Yu lately, and at night, when Tan Mo doesn't come to study in the evening, Bai Yu will bring a stool and sit on Tan Mo's seat.

The seats in the classroom were chosen at the beginning of the enrollment process, and the new homeroom teacher seemed to care too much about it. The homeroom teacher was a problem solver, and even in the class meeting, she had to talk about a few math problems in a race to the finish.

There were only two top science classes, so the number of students in each class was much larger than in the regular classes, some of which had less than 50 students, but the 18th and 28th classes had a full 60 students.

The ratio of girls to boys in the class was 70/30, and there weren't even 20 girls in the class.

Qiao Lan used to be in an arts class, and only remembers that there was only one boy at the front and back tables, and now in a science class, Qiao Lan is in the front and back, and only the back table is for two girls, and there is a girl named Xiang Xiaohan, who lives in the same dormitory as Qiao Lan.

Xiang Xiaohan was quite cheerful, and when the seats were settled, Xiang Xiaohan took the initiative to introduce herself to Qiao Lan and then talked to Tan Mo, but unfortunately Tan Mo was too slow to get to know someone, so she didn't pay any attention to her at first.

The class teacher made a short paragraph speech during the class meeting class, he said that the top class should reflect the word top, especially the class teacher believes that once the top three of the grade are in the eighteenth class, so this semester after the eleventh the first monthly examination, the eighteenth class must overtake the twenty-eighth class to take the top spot.

Saying that, he indicated that he would put his mind on his studies and not make so many problems every day.

After hearing this, the group of people in the class turned their heads and glanced at Chen Yaoyang and Hao Ying, who were sitting at the end because they were too tall; because of these two people in the class, there were always some things that should not have happened in the top class where the academics gathered.

There was always a whole bunch of girls at the door of the classroom at the end of the day, all from other classes.

The class teacher has been substituting for so many years, but never encountered such a situation, almost did not name these two names, especially Hao Ying, the class teacher directly said that some students do not rely on the results of the entry, good to see their own position.

In the end, I wanted to scold Chen Yaoyang, but I held back, after all, Chen Yaoyang's performance is still very capable.

Qiao Lan listens to the homeroom teacher as she works on the questions.

Although the class is often rowdy, there is a great atmosphere in the class and everyone is studying pretty hard.

However, it is still a little bit different from the ambitious class of the top school of the senior high school god Qiao Lan was in, such intensity is nothing to Qiao Lan, the only thing that makes her a little bit worried, that is, she will lose a certain advantage after splitting the subject.

In the past, I was able to get the top three in my grade, but now I can't say, after all, I used to be able to pressure Chen Yaoyang for so many points, most of which were due to the fact that my own politics, history and geography were a lot better than Chen Yaoyang.

And yes, there are languages.

Physics in the second year of high school seemed to have suddenly risen in difficulty, and Qiao Lan couldn't cope with it too easily, but whenever she handed a problem to Tan Mo, Tan Mo could always calculate the answer within a minute, and Qiao Lan couldn't help envying Tan Mo. It was not easy for her to wait for the class meeting to end, but Tan Mo pointed out the essence of the problem in a few short sentences, and Qiao Lan was convinced and said to Tan Mo in a low voice, "How can you be so smart? Qiao Lan was convinced and whispered to Tan Mo, "How can you be so smart?"

Tan Mo stops her pen, turns her head to ninja at Qiao Lan, and thinks for a moment, "You're smart, too."

Qiao Lan laughed suddenly, "I don't dare to say smart in front of you, I'm still a bit self-aware"

Before the words left his mouth, the light around him dimmed, and Qiao Lan turned his head to see Hao Ying sitting in the empty seat to his right.

Hao Ying himself does not care to tell others that he was paid to enter this class, but by the class teacher in front of so many people in the face of the gun with a stick scolding, even if they do not care about it has become cared about.

Hao Ying has recently been stimulated by the class teacher's words, and has begun to study seriously every day. She listens carefully in class and asks her classmates questions when she has time, but most of the time she squeezes in front of Qiao Lan's desk.

Qiao Lan began to speak quite patiently, but Hao Ying came more often also want to excuse, but a turn of the head on Hao Ying's bright smile and very serious posture, Qiao Lan silently, can only change the rhetoric euphemisms, "In fact, you can ask you ask your classmate, he is also very good at math."

Qiao Lan has a little impression of Hao Ying's name, it seems to be the first place in the original class 5, every exam can definitely enter the top ten in the grade.

"I've already asked you", Hao Ying said with a serious face, "I'm asking you because he doesn't know how to do it, and I can't do half of this one."

Qiao Lan stared at the questions for a moment, took the book that Hao Ying handed over, and proceeded to talk about the steps that Hao Ying had done.

Qiao Lan's real age is twenty years old, not two years old, but also know how strong the killing power of this face is now, Hao Ying came too many times, Qiao Lan could not possibly not guess.

But Hao Ying has not said anything directly, and Hao Ying's question is really quite serious, and Hao Ying's attitude Qiao Lan can't talk directly.

While explaining the problems to Hao Ying, Qiao Lan suddenly had a thought that she had been asking Tan Mo to explain the problems to her much more frequently than Hao Ying, and she was a bit impatient after only a few days of explaining to Hao Ying, would Tan Mo get tired of explaining the problems to her every day as if she were in a class?

When Hao Ying finished asking the questions, Xiang Xiaohan, who was sitting behind Qiao Lan and Tan Mo, asked Hao Ying with a smile, "You knew each other before."

Hao Ying's handsome face smiled more broadly, "I know you, I've known you since the first semester of the first year of high school", he came here to look for Qiao Lan's question, 70% of his mind is actually on Qiao Lan rather than the question, now Xiang Xiaohan deliberately asked him, more to continue to stay here, he naturally said in a good mood. Now that Xiang Xiaohan asked him specifically, he had more chances to stay here, so he naturally spoke up in a good mood.

"Guess how I met her."

"How do we know each other", although the girls of class 18 were more keen on their studies, everyone liked to talk to handsome guys too.

"I sat behind Qiao Lan in the midterm exam of the first semester of senior high school", said Hao Ying, pausing for joy, "Oh shit, forget it, it's a bit embarrassing."

"Speak halfway and you'll be in a hurry," Xiang Xiaohan laughed, while Qiao Lan frowned as she sat in her seat, wanting to say something but eventually holding back.

Qiao Lan refocuses her attention on the physics book from earlier and turns her head to call out to Tan Mo.

Tan Mo suddenly turned his head to look at her, and in an instant Qiao Lan met those beautiful light brown eyes, but they were not the same as usual, not emotionless indifference, nor were they relaxed when he looked at her, but there was a grumpiness in them that Qiao Lan hadn't seen for a long time.

The last time I was in such a state was a long time ago when I didn't allow Tan Mo to come to a western restaurant.

Qiao Lan was suddenly startled by Tan Mo and subconsciously grabbed his arm, "What's wrong with you?"

Tan Mo stared at her steadily for a full two or three seconds, then suddenly woke up as if.

The class was great for Qiao Lan. There were no unfriendly classmates from freshman year, and even Tan Mo could tell that the class was warm to Qiao Lan, especially the boys.

Around Qiao Lan's seat, Pei Ning is no longer the only one who comes to ask questions as he did in the first year of high school. Now, every time class is over, there are always people who gather here on purpose, and the number of people who come here to talk to Qiao Lan every day has suddenly increased, just like Song Yao in the thirteenth class once did.

Tan Mo is not stupid, and although he is slow to feel emotions, he is able to realize that Qiao Lan was once not popular in Class XIII, and was even ostracized.

When two people share the same situation, there is always a subtle sense of closeness, they are equally unpopular and have no other friends, so there seems to be an illusion between them that no one else can intervene, so even though Pei Ning comes to Qiao Lan every day, Tan Mo never really hates Pei Ning.

But now, everything is different.

Tan Mo recognizes day by day that the space between him and Qiao Lan is slowly being interjected with all sorts of names.

There are men and women.

But what bothers Tan Mo the most is that he was the one who pushed for this to happen in advance.

He used to feel aggrieved that people couldn't see how good she was, so he spent more than a year personally delivering Qiao Lan to everyone. He wanted to let those who didn't know how good she was see Qiao Lan's goodness.

Now, as he had hoped, everyone saw it.

He forgets that everyone aspires to be good, and some people find Qiao Lan good, so they choose to get closer, just like him.

Tan Mo looks down at Qiao Lan's hand on his sleeve, he reaches out and then pulls it back when he thinks of something.

For a moment just now, he actually wanted to reach out and hold the hand.

He couldn't figure out why the impulse had suddenly arisen, or why he hadn't done it, he just knew that a voice in the back of his mind was telling him it wasn't okay.

Tan Mo recognized Hao Ying from the next day.

The sunny and healthy one who used to walk beside Qiao Lan, talking and laughing, has been appearing beside Qiao Lan recently.

He controlled himself not to think about Hao Ying, not to think about what Hao Ying had just said, and reset his eyes on Qiao Lan's face, tugging at the corners of his lips, "It's fine."

Ever since Qiao Lan taught him how to smile, he had repeated himself in front of the mirror so many times in order to make Qiao Lan happy that he could accomplish this expression as long as he lifted up the corners of his lips, and it had even become a subconscious reaction.

Qiao Lan watched him smile, but still uneasily gave Tan Mo another squeeze on his arm, presumably to loosen him up.

She had lived with Tan Mo for almost two months, two months of living in one space, inevitably there was a lot more intimacy that she didn't even realize, she had even massaged Tan Mo's legs, so she didn't feel the slightest bit comfortable with such a gesture.

Hao Ying, who was talking at the side, when she saw the smile on Tan Mo's cold face when she was facing Qiao Lan, and the movement of Qiao Lan's right hand falling on Tan Mo's body, her speech instantly stagnated, and only after a moment did she move away from her eyes to talk to the others again.