Chapter 84: Teaching

Tan Mo Two words popped into my head.

Goblins.

At this moment Qiao Lan is a leprechaun, a leprechaun who gives him everything he's got.

It's killing me.

Tan Mo has been punching especially hard for the past two days. He can't help it, he's in a very high mood, and today he's already had a good fight and has no energy left in his body, but when he sees Qiao Lan, Tan Mo feels like he's burning up all over again.

It's not that he's not a flirt, it's that Qiao Lan is so flirtatious, the sound of a girl whispering in her ear is like a compulsion, and every one of them likes you to the bone.

Every nerve in Tan Mo's body was tense, and the hands holding Qiao Lan were so tight that they wanted to crush the person in her arms.

He couldn't hold back his grip on the girl's waist and picked her up in the air, Qiao Lan marveled that her little boyfriend couldn't talk his way out of a fight and started to make a move, and turned around and was already being countered by Tan Mo, who had his back pressed against the wall.

The teenager's breath pressed down overwhelmingly, forehead, eyes, nose, soft lips down inch by inch, shallow look.

The campus is dark and quiet at night, occasionally there are students running out to buy things, two pairs of three piles of talking to the direction of the supermarket, Qiao Lan, who was just able to flirt with the instantly abashed.

She wasn't as bold or as thick-skinned as Tan Mo in the end, and reached out to push on Tan Mo's chest, "Stop it."

"No fuss," Tan Mo sidesteps her face, her gaze moving down to lock on Qiao Lan's slightly parted lips, slowly, gently, pressing them, touching them.

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

Tan Mo's slightly rasping breath staggered against Qiao Lan's lips, even as he couldn't let go of his words, "Thirteen days."

Qiao Lan, again worried that someone might see, and dizzy from the extraordinarily tender kiss, whispered, "What thirteen days."

"It's been thirteen days since we last kissed" Tan Mo rested his palm on the back of Qiao Lan's neck, his thumb rubbing restlessly and gently over her extraordinarily sensitive neck as he emphasized in a low voice, "and I remember every single day very well. "

Qiao Lan is shocked, "What kind of person memorizes these things!"

Tan Mo thought 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 then suddenly a little shy, and whispered, "Probably too few times."

Qiao Lan: "......"

"I probably wouldn't remember it if I kissed it a few more times," Tan Mo added, "Isn't that a good point."

Qiao Lan: "... Let go, someone's coming."

"Not letting go," Tan Mo continues to hold Qiao Lan, his chin rubbing against Qiao Lan's shoulder, Qiao Lan smoothing Tan Mo's hair, "What the hell happened, today?"

"It's nothing," Tan Mo said, shaking his head, "I've been thinking a lot about what you said the other day."

Qiao Lan couldn't help but laugh again, "Just a few words to think for so long."

Because she's been in love for so long, Tan Mo smothers her face in Qiao Lan's shoulder and muffles, "I never thought we could really be together... That Valentine's Day, and what you said the other day... it's like a dream."

Qiao Lan was a little heartbroken and turned her head to give Tan Mo a kiss on the cheek, "It wasn't a dream, it was all real, did you feel me kissing you."

"No," Tan Mo smartened up this time and continued sullenly, "or you can kiss me again."

Gee, learning the hard way.

"Overdue," Qiao Lan refused, "Okay, okay no pampering, it's almost time for night study everyone's coming out soon, hurry up and go back so you can go home together tomorrow."

"Uh-huh," Tan Mo agreed, but his body remained honest as he hugged Qiao Lan and continued, "There's something I want to talk to you about, too."

He did have a slow reflex arc, and it took him three days to react to Qiao Lan's words before he finally puzzled over them, finally breaking away from his giddy state of rejoicing and becoming sober, thus figuring out and firming up a lot of things.

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

"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 said like said forever, and in the future, if you ever try to leave again, I won't agree and I won't give you a chance."

I have thought of tying you firmly to me and never leaving me, but in the end I couldn't bear it or give it up.

But now it was Qiao Lan who had approached him, who had sent herself to him of her own accord. Tan Mo was no saint, he could control himself not to hurt her, but he couldn't control himself not to accept her.

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

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 listened carefully to him after all, holding Tan Mo's hand and interlocked with his fingers, if Tan Mo's mouth is selfish is to keep her by his side.

"Then stay 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 is finally satisfied and goes home, but only after Qiao Lan drops him off at the school gate again.

Uncle Chen cheerfully said to Qiao Lan that they would see each other tomorrow before leaving with Tan Mo. Qiao Lan breathed out a sigh of relief before turning around and walking in the direction of the classroom, and when she walked to the door of the classroom, she met the homeroom teacher, who shouldn't have been here.

Qiao Lan : ......???

Isn't there no homeroom tonight? The homeroom teacher didn't come to school?

Qiao Lan huffed and puffed.

It's okay. It's okay. Tan Mo is gone.

Luckily, they talked fast enough not to be seen by the homeroom teacher.

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

The homeroom teacher didn't expect to see Qiao Lan, "What's going on?"

"... Didn't feel well, went to the infirmary."

Probably because there is no Tan Mo around, the homeroom teacher did not suspect this time, but also with Qiao Lan said a few words related to pay attention to the body, and then somehow turned the topic to her and Tan Mo, educating them that grades are still the most important thing at present, and there is plenty of time to fall in love after the college entrance exams are over.

Qiao Lan nodded all the way, the teacher said left definitely not right, the homeroom teacher nodded with satisfaction, "Go on, go back to studying."

"Okay," Qiao Lan agreed obediently, being as good a student as she wanted to be.

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

Qiao Lan came back after a long time, Tan Mo didn't want to delay anything else at all, he turned around and told Uncle Chen to call the coach and cancel the free sparring tonight.

"Don't ah", Qiao Lan busy said, she and Aunt Chen chatting before when she heard Aunt Chen said, Tan Mo free wrestling this coach is very powerful, ask him to teach Tan Mo is not cheap at all.

Qiao Lan was from a poor family and couldn't see money being wasted like this, she didn't need to think about it to understand the reason why Tan Mo didn't want to go to class, and thought for a moment, "I'll accompany you in a while."

She kinda wants to see Tan Mo when he fights.

When Qiao Lan said so, Tan Mo thought about it and agreed.

The coach, who was already gossiping, looked up and saw Tan Mo next to the little girl, a big distance did not see what looks like, can only see two long legs, the proportion of huge TM good.

When he got closer, the coach couldn't help but sigh, no wonder he could make Tan Mo fall head over heels, just this look and this figure, it's too outstanding, before I heard Tan Mo also talked about it, said this girl is a college bully.

Coach stares at Qiao Lan's incredibly bright face, a little skeptical.

Can such a pretty girl really study that well?

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

He had almost forgotten how possessive Tan Mo must be to make a girl she liked so much!

Without further ado then start training properly.

Tan Mo went in to change his clothes, and when he came out, he saw Qiao Lan sitting on the small bench next to him, and the coach came over with a bad smile and said, "My girlfriend is here today, do you need me to be a little soft."

Tan Mo lands a sharp jab that shutters the trainer momentarily.

Qiao Lan originally thought that Tan Mo hadn't been learning for long and should have only learned the basics, but when Tan Mo and the instructor fought one-on-one, Qiao Lan was instantly shocked into a cold sweat.

Free sparring is a kind of free fighting style that does not stick to any fixed set of moves, and advocates free play according to the battle situation in the field, so the fight is even more ferocious, and Qiao Lan was shocked by the fight, and always felt that these two people do not look like they are teaching and learning, but are just fighting.

And the fight was ferocious.

Qiao Lan originally wanted to accompany Tan Mo, but in the end, his nerves were completely led by Tan Mo, and his eyes were firmly fixed on Tan Mo, fearing that he would be beaten up if he wasn't careful.

She finally realized where the occasional bruises and purple marks on Tan Mo's arms came from, arms weren't easy to injure, maybe Tan Mo had more bruises and purple marks on her body, it was weird to not get hurt just by how she fought.

Qiao Lan's heart was pounding as she watched, especially when she saw the coach hit Tan Mo's back with an elbow and Tan Mo grunted, Qiao Lan felt her heart beating in her throat and she couldn't sit still.

As soon as Tan Mo turned his head he saw that Qiao Lan was already on her feet, the worry on the girl's face obvious enough for him to see at a glance.

Tan Mo suddenly had a few nasty thoughts.

Tan Mo ducks a little slower as the trainer comes in with another punch.

Qiao Lan couldn't see the difference of a few seconds, but the coach did, and within a few moments of going back and forth, he realized something was wrong with Tan Mo.

At first, he thought that this kid was sick today, but after noticing Tan Mo's constant glances towards Qiao Lan, he understood everything at once.

Good boy, actually using the bitter trick!

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

Good reason to be abused dog, the coach really want to take the opportunity to really beat Tan Mo a time, but this is after all their own food and clothing, the coach or goat, not only goat, but also take the initiative to respond to the up.

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

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

It's too damn hard on the heart.

Tan Mo, it's just not right not to give him a raise today.

After a short break, Qiao Lan ran over and handed Tan Mo a bottle of water, grabbed Tan Mo's arm and looked at him left and right, and stared at his clothes for a long time, but finally gave up.

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

"... Uh-huh," Tan Mo nodded somewhat against his will.

Qiao Lan is heartbroken.

This is also too cruel ah, that coach at least is a person who has won awards, need to be so mean to a newcomer like Tan Mo.

The coach is completely unaware that he was Qiao Lan complained, drinking water and also special self-cooked greetings, greetings also began to advertise, "Little girl want to learn, look so pretty not learn some self-defense, how dangerous."

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

"This is not for girls", Tan Mo said as he sipped his water with Qiao Lan, "If you want to learn, you can learn Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu and I'll teach you."

He had learned a little when he was a child, and since his mother learned this, he had also watched a few moves, so if Qiao Lan wanted to learn, he could learn them before teaching her.

The coach, realizing that he couldn't insert himself into the zone conversation as a light bulb, sighed and went out to make a phone call, leaving the space for the young couple to talk.

Qiao Lan pulled Tan Mo's arm over and rubbed his arm for him, "Since when do you know Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu."

"Learned a little before," Tan Mo said, "It's awesome."

"Yeah," Qiao Lan said casually.

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

"Huh?"

Qiao Lan was stunned, so he suddenly started learning?

Tan Mo stood up and reached out to pull Qiao Lan up as well, "This martial art doesn't rely much on strength, it focuses more on technique, like this..."

Before Qiao Lan could react, she was crushed by Tan Mo, who twisted both of her hands, and Qiao Lan was instantly unable to move.

"Isn't that great?"

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

Qiao Lan: "......"

Qiao Lan felt 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's body, explaining the principle of this move to Qiao Lan very seriously and attentively, and then began to talk about what steps he had just accomplished in a flash.

It seems like a quick move, but I didn't realize it would be so hard to break it down.

With Tan Mo teaching her by hand, Qiao Lan finally got the hang of it, and was instantly eager to try it out.

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

But Qiao Lan is pretty smart, and the move really doesn't require much strength, and with the right maneuver, the opponent can't make it work, so when Qiao Lan does the right thing, Tan Mo is finally helplessly put down by Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan struggled to twist Tan Mo's hands with both of his, almost half-mounting Tan Mo to hold him down all the way, panting slightly, "I won."

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

The one who thought it was about time to go ahead and start training, just in time for the coach who pushed the door open and came in.

The coach was dumbfounded for a few moments before

"....... Sorry I got off on the wrong foot, no, I'm early, you guys carry on."