It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

It's the students' fault if they are too popular.

Author: Today's wind is very noisy

Summary:

In the new semester, a beautiful girl came to No. 1 Middle School.

Just when the boys were getting ready to show off their skills, they found out that the beautiful girl was their teacher.

"My name is Tong Yao, and from today on, I will teach you math."

The applause from the audience was earth-shaking.

No one knew that the beautiful teacher they admired and respected was a man in her previous life and liked women. Of course, no one cared.

The teacher is so tempting that everyone respects him in words but has evil intentions in their hearts.

One day, Ruan Qian, a girl who was at the bottom of the class, was lying on the railing in the corridor and talking to her friends in a mean way: "The most beautiful teacher? Of course it's Teacher Tong. If I were her boyfriend..."

Then, unspeakable words came one after another.

"What about you? What are you daydreaming about?"

"Just now... Teacher Tong was behind you."

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Chapter 1: Nursery Rhymes

This is the new semester of the second year of high school.

The melody of summer was wrapped in the dry warm wind. The classroom, which was reluctant to turn on the air conditioner, was as stuffy as a casserole, and the students were chattering like ants.

The class bell just rang, and there were probably only a few dozen seconds left before the teacher arrived at the battlefield.

This is a math class. What will the first class of the new semester be about? Maybe summer homework? Or will it just start a new course?

Thinking of the balding old man's tireless and incessant manner when he was lecturing, Ruan Qian sighed deeply.

She hates math class the most.

Next is physics.

She lay on the table for a while, and suddenly, the noisy classroom became quiet. She knew without thinking that the teacher had come. She raised her head from pretending to sleep. She didn't want to be called on the first day of the new semester. With this thought in mind, she reluctantly propped herself up and looked towards the door. She thought she would see the familiar old man Chen who taught mathematics, but what she saw made the whole world quiet down -

This is the new semester of the second year of high school.

The cheerful melody of summer brought a misty and refreshing atmosphere, a breathtakingly beautiful face turned everyone into clumsy mutes, and a new math teacher came to them like an angel.

"Teacher Chen has been transferred to No. 2 Middle School as the vice principal. From now on, I will be responsible for teaching you mathematics.

"My name is Tongyao, Tong in fairy tale and Yao in ballad."

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Two hours ago.

Tong Yao stared at herself in the mirror, covered her mouth and yawned.

I didn’t sleep well last night and I’m so sleepy now, especially since it’s my first class in the morning.

She was wearing a formal white shirt and a beige midi skirt, with her long black hair simply braided. Her expressionless face exuded a serious and solemn beauty from the inside out, and her too young face made her look like a student going for a job interview. She took a final look at herself and prepared to leave. This was her first day at work and she didn't want to be late.

As soon as I stepped out of the apartment building, a car stopped at the door. The car window rolled down, revealing Tong Hua's smiling face:

"Let's go. I'll take you there."

Tong Hua, this body's brother in this world, is six years older than her and was a thorn in her side in her previous life.

She walked away: "No."

"Why? I came here specially to take you there."

“If I were seen, students would mistake me for my boyfriend.”

This is true. Today's students are more gossipy than each other, and their imaginations are even bigger.

“…It’s not that exaggerated.”

"no need."

Tong Hua looked very hurt when he heard this.

It seemed a bit hurtful to say this to her brother, so Tong Yao stopped and said with a softer expression: "I know you mean well."

Tong Hua's face lit up with joy, and then he heard his sister add:

"But sister control in real life is really disgusting."

After saying that, without looking at Tong Hua, Tong Yao waved and hailed the online taxi she had ordered. In the rearview mirror, she could vaguely see her brother's frustrated look.

In the car, she looked at her watch and saw that she had plenty of time and would not be late.

Very good. She has never been late since she was a child, and she will not be late today either.

Like all schools, the entrance to No. 1 Middle School is full of small stalls. These mobile breakfast shops are prohibited, but the urban management does not check every day, and no one can control it. No matter how hard the school tries to say that eating outside is unhygienic, it cannot stop the students from yearning for freedom.

Tong Yao got off the bus and when she passed a breakfast shop, a girl's action caught her attention.

The girl was very pretty - this was one of the reasons why she saw it at first sight - but she reached out from the vendor's coin box with a wrinkled five-yuan bill. When the vendor looked up, she put the money back in in front of him and ordered a basket of siu mai.

Everyone in the queue seemed to have seen it, but no one said anything.

Was it stolen?

Tong Yao pursed her lips. She was not sure and didn’t intend to care.

If it was a misunderstanding, it would be a joke.

If not, it's just a pity. You are a beautiful woman, but you are a thief.

She kept walking with her face expressionless, trying to stand out as an adult among the students coming and going, but she was stopped at the school gate.

"Classmate, why aren't you wearing your school uniform? Which class are you from?"

The boy wearing the student union armband stopped her, holding the duty roster in his arms and his face slightly red.

At once, everyone near the school gate looked over.

Nursery rhyme: "..."

She cursed under her breath and rummaged through her bag for her teaching ID.

The boy looked at her, seemingly wondering what the girl would take out.

She sang nursery rhymes for a long time, buying a precious chance for several children who were not wearing school uniforms to get away with it. Finally, her hands froze and she suddenly remembered that her teacher's certificate seemed to have been taken away by her mother to watch and pose for photos and never returned to her.

"..." She remained calm, "I'm a teacher. I teach math to the second year of high school."

The boy's face turned even redder: "Classmate, stop making trouble."

"The guard has a roster of teachers. You can check it. My name is Tong Yao." She stood up straight and said calmly, "I'm in a hurry."

however--

In fact, the woman was so embarrassed that she almost died.

But such a righteous look obviously shocked the young man in front of him. He looked at the girl again, thought about it, and didn't dare to gamble. Or maybe being cheated by such a beautiful girl was not a big deal, so he scratched his head:

"Oh, no, sorry, teacher."

Tong Yao nodded and walked in.

Although it's not a big deal, it's quite frustrating. The beginning was so impressive. She didn't look very good. After climbing the stairs, the hot weather made her even more irritable. Fortunately, the air conditioner was turned on in the office, her seat was near the window, and the school also equipped her with computers.

Not bad.

Her mood instantly improved. Computers are one of the technologies that can best improve the quality of life in modern life.

"Hey, Teacher Tong is here?"

The slightly plump middle-aged man sitting at the door greeted her, and Tong Yao responded, saying:

"Morning, Teacher Li."

"Hey, you are Tong Yao." Someone else spoke.

"Well, you are... Teacher Xiang, right? Hello." Fortunately, there was a name tag on the table, otherwise she wouldn't recognize anyone.

"I heard that you are a top student at University A? You graduated at such a young age?"

"Excessive praise."

There were not many teachers in the office in the morning. Those who did not have morning classes were probably still eating breakfast or taking a walk. After dealing with the seniors in the office, Tong Yao put down her bag and picked up the roster on the table, which listed the names of the students in Class 7 and Class 4 that she was responsible for.

——That’s great. There are no words I don’t recognize. However, there are a few polyphonetic characters that need to be distinguished. I’ll ask about the details in class.

Tong Yao thought about it, flipped through the courseware, and breathed a sigh of relief.

nervous?

Sort of.

The students were not much younger than me, so it would be embarrassing to be stared at by them in this situation.

But she had passed the interview and interned with a senior for two months, which was still acceptable. Moreover, she had taken several open classes during the summer vacation, and the teachers gave her close to full marks, so she would not underestimate herself.

The school bell rings.

The noisy corridors were filled with the footsteps of students running back to the classroom, with water droplets occasionally splashing from the water bottles that were not tightly closed in their hands.

Tong Yao lifted her hair, smiled and greeted the teacher from the next class who was walking towards her, then walked into Class 7 classroom.

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"Fuck, so beautiful."

Jiang Yiming whispered in amazement to his deskmate Ruan Qian.

"...making a fuss out of nothing." Ruan Qian said this, but her eyes were fixed on the teacher on the stage, not wanting to even blink.

This Teacher Tong...what's wrong with him looking so foul?

The long straight black hair looks great on her too!!

"How old do you think she is?" Jiang Yiming continued to whisper.

Ruan Qian was unsure: "She looks about 17 or 18 years old, but she's a teacher, so she must be at least... 20 years old, right?"

There were many people gossiping in the audience, but Tong Yao was not angry. She had long been accustomed to being talked about. When she came to a class, the first thing she looked at was the spirit of the class. She looked for a long time and came to a conclusion that although there were naughty children, the class atmosphere was still positive, and the class cadres were also very authoritative when they maintained discipline in a low voice.

Fortunately, it’s not a difficult class to teach.

"Let's talk about the difficult summer homework problems first in this class."

She smiled unconsciously, leaving all the students dumbfounded. When her eyes passed the corner of the classroom, Tong Yao was suddenly stunned -

The girl chatting with her deskmate in the corner at the back door seemed to be the one buying steamed buns at the school gate.

She looked down at the seating chart and whispered:

"Ruan Qian (qian)? Or Ruan Qian (xi)? Can you share with us the problems you encountered when doing your summer homework?"

Ruan Qian, who was still talking, was startled and subconsciously stood up quickly, even knocking over her chair.

"Uh... Teacher, my name is Ruan Xi (xi)."

Tong Yao nodded and said seriously: "Okay, classmate Ruan Qian."

She tilted her head, motioning for the girl to continue, and also noticed the expressions of the other students, who seemed to be waiting for a joke.

It seems that this girl’s grades are not very good.

Ruan Qian was sweating. What could a poor student like her share? How could she be so unlucky to be called on in the first class! She wanted to leave a good impression on the new teacher...

"I...I didn't bring my summer homework..."

She stammered.

She could almost imagine Teacher Tong’s next sentence being “If you didn’t bring it, you didn’t write it” - although she really didn’t write it.