Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

Remember for a second

Whether it is Qiao Lan or Tan Mo, they are all supporting roles, and they are not written too much in the book.

It's just because Qiao Lan has the same name as her, and because she particularly likes Tan Mo's character design, Qiao Lan looks at the plot of these two people more carefully than the protagonist. Now that the jokes of the students around him are squeezing into his ears, and everyone calls Tan Mo with words like lunatic, fool, and insane, Qiao Lan only finds it harsh.

After writing the last letter of the composition, the class bell finally rang. Chen Yaoyang, Qin Yang, and other playful boys returned to their seats. Some Mediterranean teachers stepped on the bell and entered the classroom. With a particularly rich voice, he went straight to the first group of students in the first row,

"Take out all the newspapers." He rolled the textbooks in his hand into a tube and began to check them one by one.

"I've said it several times! In reading comprehension, draw the answer part in the original text. Every day I say every day I say it in vain... Who do I write these lines in the composition? Is learning for me?"

Old Liu scolded people while checking. Qin Yang slowly picked up the newspaper on the table and glanced at it, but his face turned green.

The newspaper was so clean that not even a single question was written.

Qiao Lan didn't do it for him!

Qin Yang angrily turned his head and glared at Qiao Lan.

Qiao Lan didn't see Qin Yang's blushing face and thick neck, but Qiao Lan's deskmate saw it, and quietly pushed Qiao Lan's arm to remind her. When Qiao Lan raised her head, she saw Qin Yang's cannibalizing eyes, and immediately gave Qin Yang the look of you being a fool, and then never looked at Qin Yang again.

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

If not for the presence of the teacher, Qin Yang would have rushed over to attack Qiao Lan at this moment.

Qin Yang's tablemate was also surprised. Qiao Lan usually rushes up to please this group of people in the class. Today is really a bit strange, but he didn't lose his mind like Qin Yang, and urged Qin Yang, "Don't worry about so much for now. Hurry up and copy, Lao Liu will be here soon."

Only then did Qin Yang react to the primary and secondary aspects, and he took a hard look at Qiao Lan before grabbing the pen and madly copying the answer.

While copying, I couldn't help cursing Qiao Lan, it was all because of Qiao Lan! After class he has to...

Just thinking about it, the newspaper in front of him was taken away by Lao Liu.

Before Lao Liu inspected other students, he glanced at them, but he didn't expect to go to Qin Yang to inspect so carefully, and Qin Yang was immediately stunned.

Lao Liu turned the newspaper from side to side, and after a few seconds of silence, he broke out.

"Cloze an option with two ticks, what's the matter, copied the serial? The reading comprehension answer is not written on the option after the question, and I am lame at a young age? I can't copy the answer. I really take it. I didn't see it, ah? The composition is copied and read, and I can't see it, right? You think I'm a fool or a blind man! I'm tall and tall, and I don't have any ability. After you spend your parents' money, you can find a tree with a crooked neck, hang it, and get out of there and stand behind me!"

Qiao Lan almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

No wonder the students were all scared to death when they mentioned this teacher. The speed of speech was like a machine. It was like a gun. It was a shame to be scolded by such a scolding.

comfortable.

After Lao Liu finished scolding Qin Yang, he didn't train people again. When he checked Tan Mo, he just glanced at Tan Mo, and then directly ignored him.

No one regards Tan Mo as a normal person.

Tan Mo didn't react to this either. He was alone in the shadows under the wall, his slightly long hair covering his eyes. Qiao Lan could only see his sharpened chin, too thin and too pale.

Qiao Lan withdrew her gaze, ignoring Qin Yang's murderous gaze standing behind him, and listened carefully to Lao Liu's class.

Although Lao Liu has a bad temper, the class is really good. An English class doesn't feel like it will end soon.

After class, Qiao Lan glanced at the timetable, put away the English textbook, and looked for the math book in the hole of the desk. Just when she touched the corner of the book, a shadow fell. The voices of the girls who were talking became quieter, and when Qiao Lan turned her head, she saw Qin Yang with a fierce face.

Qiao Lan pulled out the math book, "What are you doing?"

Shit, why are you asking him? Qin Yang's eyebrows were raised.

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

"Didn't you hear I asked you to write the newspaper?"

"I promise?"

When Chen Yaoyang, Song Yao and others who were sitting in the front heard this sentence, they all looked over with a little surprise. Qin Yang was stunned, but he was even more embarrassed by the anger, "You fucking say it again?"

"Are you deaf? Come on, don't get in the way." Qiao Lan stood up, she was going to put a few books in the bookbox at the back of the classroom.

As soon as he took over, he stood up, and Qin Yang, who was so embarrassed, grabbed the book in Qiao Lan's hand and threw it out. The book smashed heavily on the wall behind the classroom.

A book flew straight to Tan Mo's side, hit Tan Mo's leg, and fell to the ground again.

The class suddenly fell silent, and Qiao Lan suddenly remembered the description of Tan Mo's condition in the original novel.

Asperger's is extremely sensitive to touch, and even has an overreaction, and the sensation of touching a foreign object on the skin can make them distressed.

Qiao Lan's heart tightened, she pushed Qin Yang away and walked towards Tan Mo, Qin Yang scolded behind him, "What the heck, if Song Yao took you with you, you would be a person, if it weren't for you. Poor who the fuck likes you..."

Qiao Lan turned a deaf ear, and quickly walked to Tan Mo's side, picking up the book at Tan Mo's feet.

Looking up at the young man in front of him, he asked him carefully,

"Are you OK."

The boy didn't seem to see, didn't hear, and didn't react in the slightest. He was sitting at the table like a statue, with ash and blood on the school uniform, and his pale and thin fingers were holding a pen to write something. A book, motionless.

Qiao Lan stood up and squatted down a little, looking at Tan Mo, "I'm sorry."

The pen in Tan Mo's hand finally stopped for a moment, and he raised his head slightly, almost invisible. In an instant, Qiao Lan met Tan Mo's eyes that were covered by slightly long hair.

But that's all, he lowered his head again, still saying nothing.

Qiao Lan didn't bother him anymore, stood up, and quickly glanced at Tan Mo's table.

It's not a textbook, it's full of words, mixed with symbols and formulas that don't belong to high school knowledge.

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

Qiao Lan just learned this before wearing the book.

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Qin Yang originally thought of giving Qiao Lan a lesson, but he never thought that Qiao Lan, who was used to pleasing him, didn't know what medicine he took today.

Qin Yang couldn't keep his face, and scolded in the classroom for nearly ten minutes, and finally said harsh words, don't fucking regret it, don't think that we will take you with you in the future!

Qiao Lan didn't take such a childish threat seriously. She had seen this threat when she was in elementary school. Besides, like Qiao Lan in the past, she humbled herself to please others in exchange for "friendship". "Qiao Lan doesn't want it, not to mention, Qiao Lan doesn't want to have anything to do with these people.

Especially Chen Yaoyang.

Thinking of Chen Yaoyang's undisguised disgust for her today, Qiao Lan couldn't understand what Qiao Lan in the book likes him, is he self-abusing.

Reaching out and feeling in the schoolbag, he found a few Alpine lollipops, and he was suddenly speechless.

It turns out that Qiao Lan really bought candy.

Qiao Lan didn't even understand Qiao Lan's brain circuit.

Putting these thoughts of trying to please people in learning will not be so bad every time in the exam. The family is poor and not good, and they do not study hard, no wonder they are disliked by others.

If you want to be liked and accepted by others, there must be a place to shine.

Qin Yang unilaterally felt that Qiao Lan was deliberately not giving him face, and called on his good buddies and well-connected girls, and unknowingly isolated Qiao Lan.

Satisfied listening to a group of people saying bad things about Qiao Lan, saying that she is not as good as one-tenth of Song Yao's, and she is too embarrassed to like Chen Yaoyang, and she doesn't care how much Chen Yaoyang opposes her, that is, Song Yao is good to help her. ...

Qin Yang was a little excited. He couldn't wait to see how Qiao Lan was alienated by his former good friends and had to apologize to him.

As soon as he turned his head, he saw Qiao Lan stuffed a lollipop in her mouth.

Hold!

Qin Yang felt a lot more at ease just now, but all of a sudden it was gone.

Qiao Lan didn't have time to pay attention to Qin Yang, chewed the lollipop in his mouth and went to the bathroom. When he came back, he saw the head teacher entering the classroom. When he came out, Tan Mo slowly rocked his wheelchair and followed behind the head teacher.

What is this for?

Qiao Lan watched Tan Mo's back for a while and entered the classroom again. As soon as he entered, he heard all the students in the class talking about Tan Mo.

"Why did Lao Mu take him there?"

"Who knows," someone said, "I've really convinced Lao Mu, and his temper is so damn good. If I were Lao Mu, I wouldn't be bothered to care about him."

"Lao Mu is the reincarnation of the Holy Father, and his love is overflowing. Every time he gets slapped, he goes up to him eagerly..."

"Isn't it just the overflow of love, disability and mental illness, you shouldn't be more concerned about it."

The students all laughed, and a boy said, "He really has a mental illness. Sometimes it looks normal."

"It's not like I've been insane all the time," a small girl interjected, "I accidentally touched his arm when I was cleaning the last time, but I didn't mean to, and it pushed me out and almost fell, really. sick."

The pen in Qiao Lan's hand paused.

not like this.

That's because he has Asperger's disease, and his skin is too sensitive. What normal people call a light touch is a surprise that ordinary people don't understand.

"Didn't I sit at the same table with him for a few days before, and said a few words to him, which scared me to death."

"What's the matter?" The students were excited and angry.

"You talk to him, he stares straight at you, his eyes don't move, it's just creepy, and sometimes his hands shake when he takes the pen..."

"Isn't that epilepsy?"

"Fuck, he still has a pen and writes, can he know it?"

He would, of course he would, Qiao Lan remembered the calculus book she saw on Tan Mo's desk today.

Although Asperger's disease can make people autistic and lose basic social functions, the IQ and memory of such people are indeed far superior to others, and Tan Mo is even more so.

He looked straight at a person, not because he wanted to do something, but because he couldn't understand the emotions of others, he just wanted to understand what the other person meant.

As for the trembling fingers...that's PTSD left over from a car accident, an autistic child with Asperger's since childhood, after witnessing his mother's death in a car accident, after paralyzing his legs, he'll be fine forever Unforgettable pain.

He was pitiful enough, but no one ever took pity on him, they said he was crazy

Son, a fool, a lunatic, using the most vicious ridicule of this age to stimulate this teenager who was on the verge of collapse over and over again.

There was also a girl beside her who was eloquently talking about what she had seen and heard. She said that she occasionally saw Tan Mo holding a pen and scribbling and doodles like a three-year-old child. She said that she once saw Tan Mo drooling silly.

"The trough is still drooling!"

"Fuck you're an idiot."

"What do you think his parents sent him here to plan?"

In the classroom, the students talked, laughed, fools, lunatics, and other words got into Qiao Lan's ears over and over again. Qiao Lan couldn't bear to look at the girls who were making rumors.

"Have you said enough?"

The girl was stunned for a moment, then screamed, "Qiao Lan, are you sick!"

"You've made rumors and you're not sick?"

The girl's face turned pale, and she changed the subject scoldingly, "Thanks to Qin Yang for talking about you today and I'm still talking for you, kind-hearted as a donkey's liver and lungs..."

The students onlookers looked at the girl and then at Qiao Lan, not knowing what was on their faces, they gradually dispersed.

When the class was about to begin, Tan Mo finally came back, his injured hand was wrapped in gauze, Qiao Lan glanced and turned his head, and caught a glimpse of his deskmate pretending to move his desk a little further away.

In the afternoon, Qiao Lan clearly felt that she was isolated, and the girls who took the initiative to talk to her before were no longer with her.

Qiao Lan's heart is not disturbed, she can't even call these people's names, how can she care about them.

After school in the afternoon, the students poured out of the classroom. Qiao Lan put the homework to be done today into her schoolbag and was about to leave when she turned her head and saw Tan Mo again.

He was still sitting in the last row, writing something with his head down. Passing classmates craned their necks to take a look, probably thinking that he was doodling like a three-year-old child.

Qiao Lan sat back again, and Tan Mo didn't move until only a few people were left in the classroom, and there was no loud shouting in the corridor.

He pushed the wheelchair, turned the wheelchair silently, walked out of the classroom, out of the corridor, and finally stopped at the disabled passage.

The cut on his hand still hurts very much, and the mobile phone also hurts when the wheel is locked. With such a gentle disabled passage in front of him, Tan Mo silently shook his hands, and after a pause of nearly ten seconds, he finally put his hand back on the wheelchair. on wheels.

The wheelchair just moved, but someone grabbed it. Someone grabbed the backrest of the wheelchair and slowly pushed the wheelchair down the disabled aisle.

Tan Mo suddenly turned his head, his voice was frightened and filled with anger,

"open!"

The man behind him didn't let go, he kept pushing the wheelchair to a gentle place before he let go, and then turned and left without saying a word.

Tan Mo clasped his hands tightly on the wheelchair, and his already pale complexion became more and more pale. He sat in the wheelchair silently, staring closely at the man's back.

He remembered this man.

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

One more thing, sorry.

The authors have something to say: Asperger’s syndrome, or AS for short, is an autism spectrum disorder characterized by social difficulties.

For example, a non-autistic person is a normal person, who will collect a lot of information from the behavior and atmosphere of others, and understand the emotional and cognitive state of the other person. However, people with autism will lack this ability, and it is more difficult to read mental states, such as behaviors, situations, atmosphere and emotions. Understanding, like a robot, can only listen to verbal instructions, but Momo's condition is not so serious, he has more other traumas after the car accident, and he will write about it later.

The red envelope is still the same~~~

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