In the end, Tan Mo agreed with his homeroom teacher.

This was because Qiao Lan said that she could help him write his speech.

Tan Mo didn't reject it too much since it wouldn't take up his time with Qiao Lan. Moreover, Qiao Lan also helped him edit his speech.

After the speech was approved, Tan Mo started to prepare for his speech. Although he could almost memorize the speech, his tone was flat and he sounded calm. He also didn't have any expression on his face.

Tan Mo was the kind of person who would either not do something or do it to the best of his ability. He asked Qiao Lan to mark out the parts of the speech that needed to be paused and emphasized. Then, he went back and looked for many videos of the speech.

When Qiao Lan checked the videos again, she was completely stunned.

In just one day, Tan Mo changed from being an expressionless robot from yesterday to being very natural.

Very good.

Tan Mo trusted Qiao Lan 100%. If Qiao Lan said that it was good, then it was really good. Tan Mo put down the tablet in his hand and went to the bathroom. Qiao Lan then picked up the tablet and opened it. She saw the video of the speech that hadn't been closed yet.

It was a very good speech that Tan Mo had specially searched for.

Qiao Lan casually glanced at it. However, after a few glances, Qiao Lan's eyes slowly widened.

It was too similar.

It couldn't even be said that it was similar. It was exactly the same.

Tan Mo's tone of voice, the expression on his face, and even the occasional small movements of his hands and body were exactly the same as the person in the video.

Qiao Lan was stunned for a long time. Then, she abruptly closed the video and put the tablet back.

After Tan Mo came back, Qiao Lan pretended that she hadn't noticed anything. After a few casual words, she said, "Why don't we do it again? I want to watch it again."

Tan Mo did not suspect anything.

Qiao Lan looked at Tan Mo, who could smile, frown, and even make hand gestures. After Tan Mo returned to the dormitory, Qiao Lan almost ran back to the dormitory. She opened the book that she always carried with her and flipped through it a few times before she found the content she was looking for.

"The teenagers with Asperger's can apply the skills that they learned from drama class to their daily lives. They observe who is more sociable and mimic the person's words and actions."

"Of course, there are other benefits to becoming an expert at imitating. One can imitate a teacher or a certain main character in a TV show so vividly that one can become very popular. However, when an Asperger's patient uses his ability to imitate others and gains some social skills on the surface, everything becomes real."

Others would no longer believe that they actually had difficulties in social understanding and empathy. They would also live in what they thought was the most superficial world, using their so-called "experience" to identify this world.

Qiao Lan closed the book and sat on the bed in a daze.

Her mood was a bit complicated.

If she had not discovered it by chance today, Qiao Lan would not have known that Tan Mo was so talented at imitating others. However, it was also possible that he had already been exposed to this kind of training, and what he was showing now was the result of his training.

Tan Mo had never mentioned it, and Qiao Lan had not discovered it either. If she had not accidentally watched that video today, Qiao Lan might not have discovered anything.

Qiao Lan did not know whether this was a good thing or not.

Qiao Lan had read the book in her hand several times. There were many so-called "successful cases" in the book, but what was success? It was only success in people's eyes.

Having a successful career, having a wife, children, and friends, just like a normal person, without any abnormalities, and becoming a winner in life that many people envied.

But what about behind the scenes?

In fact, they still did not understand anything.

They did not understand love, friendship, or even family. They habitually used the various experiences they had seen in books, on TV, or in real life to deal with things.

When their wife was angry, they would not think about the reason. Instead, they would use the simplest method — buying things and giving things. Qiao Lan saw a case in the book where a wife asked her husband in despair whether he loved her or not. However, the husband, who had Asperger's disease, asked her with a cold face.

"Didn't I buy you a gift?"

They did not know what love was. They only knew the "way of love" that others showed.

This was very scary.

This was not something that Qiao Lan wanted to see.

However, from another perspective, imitating could make them more like normal people, make others like them, accept them, and integrate them into society. Even if it was fake, what they gave back to them was real.

This was also very tempting.

Therefore, Qiao Lan did not know whether this was good or not.

She wanted others to like Tan Mo, but she did not want Tan Mo's life to become an endless performance one day in the future. He even started to act in front of her, and she could not tell whether this was out of sincerity or habit.

What should she do?

She could not think of anything after thinking about it, so she simply called Tan Mo for a video call.

It took a long time for the other side to pick up. After the call was connected, there was a flash in front of her eyes, and then suddenly there was a white fog.

Qiao Lan: "… Is there a problem with the phone?"

"No." Tan Mo wiped the white fog on the camera with his hand, and the image became clear again. She did not know what was in the camera, but in short, she still could not see Tan Mo's face. Qiao Lan leaned close to the camera for a long time and suddenly understood, and her face suddenly turned red.

Tan Mo was taking a shower.

The phone was stuffed in from outside by his roommate. The bathroom was full of fog, and the phone's camera was instantly evaporated by a layer of white fog.

After Tan Mo wiped the camera dry, he placed the phone beside the sink. The sink was not high, so the camera was coincidentally pointed at Tan Mo's waist.

Qiao Lan stared at Tan Mo's beautiful abs for a few seconds, and suddenly felt that the phone was too hot to hold.

In the camera, Tan Mo was swaying back and forth. Qiao Lan was afraid that she would accidentally shoot something even more unsightly, such as the lower part, so she quickly averted her gaze. After she averted her gaze, she could not help but take another look. When she looked again, Tan Mo had already put on his bathrobe and walked out of the foggy bathroom.

His beautiful abs were blocked. Qiao Lan shamefully realized that she was actually a little disappointed.

Only then did Tan Mo realize that Qiao Lan seemed to be a little quiet today. Usually, Qiao Lan would be the one talking when she called, and he was mainly responsible for listening. However, today, the phone had been connected for a long time, but Qiao Lan did not say a word.

He glanced at the phone screen and saw that his beautiful girlfriend's fair face was obviously dyed with a layer of red.

Tan Mo was stunned. Then, he lowered his head and looked as if he had thought of something.

Qiao Lan definitely did not see anything that she should not have seen, because he was almost done showering when the video call connected. His whole body was not naked, and the position where the phone was placed just now should not have captured anything that was too low.

Normally, she would blindly flirt with him, but in fact, her skin was as thin as a piece of paper.

Tan Mo thought of something, and suddenly his heart started beating faster. He lowered his voice and said, "What's the date today?"

"The 19th of September," Qiao Lan answered obediently with her eyes drifting away.

"What's the date of next month?"

The 19th of October?

Qiao Lan was stunned for a moment before she reacted. "It's your birthday."

"My 18th birthday."

"Ah."

"The date of next month, I'll be an adult."

Qiao Lan was speechless. So, so what?

What do you have to do when you're an adult? Was it what she thought it was?

However, Tan Mo stopped there and did not say anything. He changed the topic without any awkwardness and asked her what she was doing now.

Qiao Lan finally remembered what she was worried about.

She did not know how to start.

No matter how Tan Mo treated other people, he was real to her. Just a few seconds ago, Tan Mo truthfully and somewhat vaguely expressed his own thoughts and desires. Although it was somewhat embarrassing, it was not fake.

Perhaps there was a middle ground for this matter.

Perhaps Tan Mo was different from other patients with Asperger's disease. According to the book, most patients with Asperger's disease would not even like anyone, but Tan Mo liked her.

Maybe Tan Mo could learn from other people and turn himself into a normal person. He could still maintain his true self in front of her.

Moreover, she had already started to study psychology. She would be able to distinguish whether Tan Mo was telling the truth or not. As long as she was not deceived, everything could be salvaged, right?

Qiao Lan sighed silently. She looked at Tan Mo through the camera and said softly, "I'm reading and thinking about you."

"Thinking about you?"

"You have to be focused when you're reading. I've already set aside half of my reading to think about you. You have to be satisfied."

Tan Mo looked at the girl's smiling face and smiled.

Okay.

Actually, when he was taking a shower just now, he also … Thought about Qiao Lan.

However, he did not say this out loud.

After hanging up the phone, Qiao Lan searched for a lot of books related to Asperger's disease on the internet. Then, she searched for the titles of the books online and bought them. She had to know more about this disease.

Two days later, the freshmen assembly was held. Tan Mo spoke as the freshmen representative.

A natural and witty speech, a delicate and flawless face, and a pleasant and clear voice. This was indeed an honor. Qiao Lan looked at her boyfriend's handsome appearance on the big screen and felt incomparably proud.

However, after feeling proud, Qiao Lan realized that something was wrong.

This time, Tan Mo had shown himself in front of all the freshmen. Putting aside what they knew in the past, they now knew everything that they did not know.

The day after Tan Mo's speech, in the dormitory, Roman was playing with his phone while soaking his feet. He talked to Qiao Lan and the others about what he had done for Senior Ji Su today.

"I just went to our campus's public account to confess to Senior Ji Su. Do you think he saw it?"

"I don't know." The three of them answered in unison.

Roman sighed. "Forget it, let's think of a way to join the club in a few days. By the way, Lan Lan, I saw a few confessions to you."

"Yeah." Qiao Lan did not pay much attention to it.

"There are also confessions to your boyfriend."

Qiao Lan: "Yeah … Yeah?"

"Super many. There's one every two pages. Hey, there's another one."

Qiao Lan felt for the phone next to her pillow. She opened the public account and found the so-called confession wall. As soon as she clicked in, she saw the latest hot and steaming confessions.

[Ahhh, Tan Mo is so good-looking. I like him so much!]

[My future boyfriend, I hope you meet these requirements: 1. Height 187. 2. Appearance 9.8. 3. Top score in ten provinces. Okay, I'm talking about Tan Mo from the Math Department. Be my boyfriend!]

[I'm tempted. Junior Tan Mo, are you in a relationship with a younger man?]

Qiao Lan was speechless.

Was this really the best university in the country?

Weren't they supposed to be super straight-A students?

Weren't they supposed to treat handsome guys like dirt and only care about books?

Also, Tan Mo already had a girlfriend, okay?

She scrolled down again.

[I don't care if you have a girlfriend, Tan Mo. I'll wait for you guys to break up!]

She clicked on this confession and saw a bunch of people asking if Tan Mo really had a girlfriend.

Was his girlfriend pretty or not?

Qiao Lan stared at her phone in silence for a long time. She clicked on Tmall again and quickly made a few orders.