Guide To Raising the Sick Villain

Chapter 21

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Tan Mo's hand on the wheelchair trembled slightly, and for a while, he was at a loss as to what to do.

Shouldn't Qiao Lan be sitting at the farthest seat away from him, why did she suddenly sit at the nearest place?

Tan Mo then realized that Qiao Lan was not the only one to change seats, but all the other students had changed their seats. Qiao Lan had rotated here like everyone else.

She didn't change her seat deliberately, Tan Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but it was accompanied by another delicate emotion.

If Tan Mo could perceive and understand emotions, then this emotion would be called disappointment.

But Tan Mo didn't quite understand. He came to a position he had been familiar with for more than two months with a care that others couldn't see, but suddenly there was something novel that made him unaccustomed. He hadn't even put his schoolbag in the table hole because he was scared of making a sound.

Because Qiao Lan was sleeping on the table.

She seemed to have never been tired or sleepy in school, and always read her book in every class.

Why was she lying on the table suddenly today?

Was it because her part-time job was too hard, or was it related to her not coming to work two days ago?

Tan Mo didn't know since he had never communicated with Qiao Lan normally.

But looking up again, she was really close.

She was so close that he could see her tall ponytail, bathed in the early morning sun, and he could clearly see every strand of her hair. His unusually sharp nose, could even smell the faint scent of washing powder.

He shouldn't stare at her like this, Tan Mo thought, because he knows that no one likes to be stared at like this. Many people once said he was mentally ill because of his behavior.

They said his eyes were scary.

But, Qiao Lan was sleeping, isn't it? He was looking at her back, wasn't he? He has never seen it so close, so he had to look at it some more, as long as she didn't find out.

But in the next moment, Qiao Lan, who was clearly still sleeping on the table, woke up. Tan Mo, who didn't have time to look back, caught Qiao Lan's gaze unexpectedly.

Tan Mo's heart trembled for a moment, and he hurriedly retracted his eyes, but he heard the girl's voice slightly hoarse.

The originally clear and nice voice was slightly hoarse, maybe it was because she just woke up from a short dream, her tone was a little more lazy and natural.

"Tan Mo," she turned around, put her arms on the back of the chair and looked back at him. She was suddenly closer, and she smiled and whispered without any anger on her face, "Seeing me sitting here. Are you surprised?"

Tan Mo pulled out his schoolbag, and pursed his lips, before taking a book out and putting it on the table without speaking.

Qiao Lan had a stomach ache the day before yesterday and took a night off, and so she was busy for two days during the weekend. When she came back late last night, it also rained a little bit outside. She thought it was nothing but then she found out that she had a cold after coming to school in the morning.