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

grass.

She cursed inwardly, and pulled the bolt until the butt of the rifle hurt her shoulder. She aimed, calmed down, and when she was about to pull the trigger, she suddenly stopped and said:

"How about we block something?"

The little girl was stunned: "What are you betting on?"

"That's... that hour." Tong Yao blushed. She regretted that she had promised to let the little girl do whatever she wanted for an hour after graduation. "If I hit it, I'll subtract one hour."

"Then it's gone, isn't it?" Ruan Qian pouted.

"You don't dare to bet?" Tong Yao said, "You just doubted whether I was lucky."

"But..." Ruan Qian thought about it and felt that the loss was too great. What if Teacher Tong was really right? "I won't gamble."

"Haha, are you scared?"

"Teacher Tong's provocation is terrible." Ruan Qian pouted, but then changed the subject, "But... I agree."

She smiled slyly: "If I miss, I will add five hours."

Tong Yao took a deep breath and said, "This is not fair. You think you are paying extra for going online."

"Teacher Tong, do you think you can't hit the target? Are you scared?"

"…You're the one who should be afraid." Tong Yao took a deep breath, her hand trembling slightly as she aimed, "Then let's gamble."

If you hit it, you can get that hour back.

As for missing the target… there doesn’t seem to be any essential difference between one hour and six hours.

--aim.

Why is she a little dazzled?

The trigger seemed so heavy that it seemed impossible to press it.

She held the gun for a long moment.

"Teacher Tong, are you asleep?" the little girl said.

No, it’s a prayer! Tong Yao shouted in her heart.

"boom!"

The gun went off, but there was no sound of a balloon exploding.

The little girl was ecstatic.

"Teacher Tong, add five hours!"

Tong Yao's face was stiff and her mouth was also stiff:

"…Let the bullets fly for a while."

But the BB bullet has already landed on the ground, and no one knows where it has gone.

"No more fighting!" She didn't want to take the remaining chances anymore and left this sad place with a gloomy face.

The gun battle dream of 300 million mice is gone forever.

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Ruan Qian followed Tong Yao slowly with a sweet smile on her face.

"Teacher Tong, shall we go to the haunted house?"

Ruan Qian tugged at Tong Yao's sleeve and pointed her index finger at the haunted house outside the cave.

"...What's so fun about a haunted house? It's all fake." Tong Yao sneered, "Only timid women and children would be afraid."

She wasn't bragging this time, she really wasn't that scared. If the little girl thought she was scared and wanted to hug her, she was doomed to fail.

Ruan Qian looked at Teacher Tong and was a little disappointed, but still said:

“I want to go in and have some fun, it’s a rare opportunity to come here.

"I want Teacher Tong to accompany me."

Tong Yao was stunned, turned her face away, and said, "How corny." Then she walked towards the cave.

The tickets cost twenty yuan each, and the girls were competing to pay.

After entering the haunted house, Tong Yao felt something was wrong - there were no lights in many places. She felt a little nervous when she could not see the red and green lights, and she subconsciously put her hands in her pockets.

"Teacher Tong, if you are scared, just use your cell phone to illuminate the room."

In the darkness, the little girl's voice sounded a little eerie.

Tong Yao felt a little cold on her back and pulled her hand out: "No... who said I wanted to use my phone."

Ruan Qian's hand groped around, she found Teacher Tong's arm, and then gently held it. Tong Yao stiffened for a moment, then slowly relaxed. Anyway... no one could see, so she just held it.

They moved forward slowly, and a dark red light appeared at the corner ahead. Tong Yao breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to have light. It was really scary in the dark - she tended to imagine things like clown killers in the dark.

They quickened their pace, and the moment they turned the corner, a hanged ghost suddenly fell from the ceiling. He had long hair covering his face and was dressed in red. Ruan Qian screamed on the spot.

Tong Yao, although she looked calm, was actually so frightened that she couldn't speak.

"…It's just a doll." She paused for a moment and said, "Don't be afraid."

"But it's really scary..." Ruan Qian was really scared. She walked close to the wall when turning a corner, for fear that the mannequin would do something.

Tong Yao looked at her for a while and suddenly said:

"I thought you weren't afraid."

Ruan Qian was still frightened and whispered: "How can I not be afraid..."

She was just an ordinary girl. She would be scared for several nights after watching a horror movie and would not dare to close her eyes when washing her hair.

"Teacher Tong, do you think I am too scheming?"

"Huh? No, no." Tong Yao said guiltily.

Ruan Qian said softly: "I just want to create some memories with Teacher Tong."

Take advantage of it.

Tong Yao was silent for a while, she pursed her lips, suddenly stretched out her hand and said:

"Give me your hand."

She held the little girl's small hand, and suddenly understood why lovers like to hold hands. Between the two hands, the warmth and beating pulse of each other were transmitted, as if he was being protected, and he could protect her at any time.

She subconsciously squeezed the little girl's hands in hers. Ruan Qian blushed, but no one could see it.

"Teacher Tong..."

"Huh? Sorry..."

Tong Yao stopped moving her hands immediately, and cursed herself as a pervert in her heart.

The long corridor was filled with ferocious statues of gods, ghosts and Buddhas. After turning the corner at the end, there was finally light ahead.

It's almost over.

The nursery rhyme has an illusion that when they walk out, it is as if they have walked for a lifetime, and have reached the end of their lives. Only at this end will their hands separate.

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, the whole grade gathered at the gate.

Tong Yao counted the number of people in class 1 and found that two were missing. They waited for twenty minutes before finally arriving.

"Wang Zijian, Yang Liu, why are you so late?" she frowned.

Yang Liu lowered her head, Wang Zijian looked embarrassed, and a group of boys around him started to make a noise. He said:

"Sorry, I got lost..."

"Okay," Tong Yao waved her hand, "Everyone hurry up and get in the car."

"Teacher Tong, is Class 1 gathered?" Ye Wei shouted from a distance.

"Done!"

She stepped one foot onto the bus, looked back, and searched for a long time before she found Ruan Qian in the crowd of Class 7.

She suddenly realized something else - whenever she looked over, they were always looking at each other.

Because that child seemed to only have eyes for her.

Chapter 101: Not What I Wanted

In the early morning on campus, the senior students upstairs were shouting loudly.

Each class is led by the class monitor to shout "one, two, three, four", and then shout the class slogan. After class one shouts, class two shouts, and so on. I have to say, the effect is very shocking.

The senior year students had already started their morning reading, and the sophomores had just returned from the cafeteria when they witnessed this scene.

"Why are they shouting?" Ruan Qian asked.

"They took the 100-day oath the day you went out to play," Tong Yao explained. "Now they have to chant it every day to cheer themselves up."

The two of them met in the cafeteria and walked to the classroom door together.

Another class upstairs started cheering.

"You will be like this in another year." Tong Yao smiled, "Is it like a war?"

"Hmm..." The little girl listened intently, "It feels...very heroic."

The college entrance examination is probably the most heroic thing that most students will experience before they reach adulthood. If you don’t succeed, you will die.

"Come on, so you don't regret it later." Tong Yao smiled and tapped the little girl's forehead, "I'll go to class one first."

"Well, goodbye, Teacher Tong."

Ruan Qian reluctantly entered the classroom.

In the second semester of the second year of high school, most people have realized the urgency of the third year of high school. Some people began to feel anxious, some lost their rhythm, and some wanted to catch up but could not. In contrast, the little girl, who had been working hard for half a year, began to truly appreciate the joy of learning. She mastered the knowledge points and solved the problems, and she felt less and less frustrated and more and more accomplished.

She is lucky, but luck alone is not enough, it also requires hard work, sweat and tears.

The classroom early in the morning is not so harmonious.

"Hey, Shi Renjie, you're learning so early."

"It's really a learning devil."

At the back of the classroom, a group of boys came back after breakfast. As they passed by a boy's table, they spoke in a sarcastic tone.

The boy, Shi Renjie, who was being scolded by them in a sarcastic tone, lowered his head, covered his ears and recited words.

Maybe many classes have a person who is ridiculed by the crowd and excluded from all small circles. This person may have done something stupid or his personality may not match everyone, so he becomes a toilet floor tile that everyone can step on. They may resist, but facing the tyranny of the majority, their resistance is as laughable as a clown.

In Class 7, Shi Renjie is such a character.

Ruan Qian didn't know much about him, she only knew that he came from the countryside and studied very hard. But sadly, his hard work never seemed to be favored by God, and he made almost no progress last semester. Many people said he was serious on the surface, but mocked him behind his back, saying "he worked so hard, but it's not average." That was a secret joy, and an excuse for herself not to work hard.

Ji Chen's grades were excellent throughout, and everyone praised him; Ruan Qian's grades improved rapidly, as if she had grown several times faster, and everyone admired her; and if Shi Renjie had to describe everyone's mentality, it would probably be -

gloat.

As to why Shi Renjie was isolated by everyone, there are many reasons.

First, he studies very hard. He really studies very hard. He never takes a lunch break, and always stays in the classroom to do exercises. He never has any entertainment activities. When the teacher asks a question, he raises his hand straight like Ultraman shooting a laser. Everyone thinks that this person is useless. He only knows how to study, but his vision is too narrow, and his grades are average. He must have studied himself to death.

The second reason is that Shi Renjie once made a shocking statement. One day, like a medieval French knight, he challenged Ji Chen, who had no grudge against him, in front of several people in a frivolous and ridiculous manner, claiming "I will definitely beat you in the next exam." At that time, many people thought he was an idiot. The result of that exam was that Ji Chen beat him by several dozen points. From then on, Shi Renjie lived like a laughing stock.

After that, some rumors came. Some said that Shi Renjie didn't take a shower for weeks in the summer, and some said that Shi Renjie rarely brushed his teeth. The maliciousness and attacks came out of nowhere, and the whole positive class seemed to be all poured on this boy. The cold violence of the top students was no weaker than the physical violence of the poor schools.

Ruan Qian frowned. She didn't like Shi Renjie, but she didn't dislike him. Instead, she thought those who mocked him were very tasteless. Of course, when she knew about Shi Renjie's challenge to Ji Chen, she also felt that this was overestimating his own abilities and asking for trouble.

You want the glory of successfully challenging something, but don't want to bear the ridicule of failing. There is no such good thing in the world.

"Xue Mo, teach me how to study." A boy said to Shi Renjie with a smile, and the others laughed, thinking it was a joke and very humorous.

Shi Renjie glanced at him, clenched the book, and continued to memorize words.

"Can you please stop disturbing him as he's rushing to be the first in his grade?" Another girl passed by and patted the boy jokingly.