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

impossible!

impossible!

Ruan Qian quickly found a reasonable explanation - Teacher Tong’s brother was here yesterday, and he must have used the computer.

Bad man.

How can I let my sister see this kind of ID?

Ruan Qian vowed to protect Teacher Tong's purity at all costs, so she logged out of the account with trembling hands.

After finishing this task, she felt relieved, but she was no longer in the mood to play computer games.

The little girl wandered around aimlessly. On the middle shelf of the bookshelf, she saw a photo frame with a group photo in it.

Is this Teacher Tong's family? Family photo?

There are four people in the photo: a serious and tall man, a strong yet charming woman, the cynical Tong Hua whom I met yesterday, and the girl standing in the middle with Tong Hua pressing her shoulders.

Ruan Qian felt that there was absolutely no problem in calling Teacher Tong a girl.

It’s just... Teacher Tong’s father had such a fierce look in his eyes. She thought that Teacher Tong’s mother must also be a strong woman, and very beautiful, with a mature charm that was about to burst out of the photo.

It must be a happy family.

"Looking at photos?"

Suddenly, I heard a nursery rhyme voice behind me.

A look of panic flashed across the girl's face. She turned around and found Tong Yao was behind her, holding a crystal clear tomato in her hand.

"Do you want to try this first?" Tong Yao weighed the red fruit, which still had water droplets on it. "I just tried one, it's not sour."

"... Yeah," Ruan Qian felt relieved when she didn't ask about the computer. She took it carefully and accidentally touched the palm of Tong Yao's hand. "Thank you, Teacher Tong."

“You’re welcome.” Tong Yao looked at the photo frame and found that it was a little crooked, so she reached out to straighten it.

Ruan Qian took a bite of the tomato; it was sour and sweet, with a light fruity aroma. The juice flowed down her hands. She was afraid of getting it on the ground and making it troublesome to clean up, but ended up making herself flustered.

"Look at you." Tong Yao laughed and subconsciously reached out to wipe the fruit off the girl's mouth with a tissue. When she took her hand back, Ruan Qian's face suddenly turned red. Tong Yao originally thought that this action was nothing, but after seeing Ruan Qian's reaction, she somehow blushed for the first time.

This kid...acts like he's done something bad.

She coughed lightly, intending to avoid him first. Before she turned around, she heard Ruan Qian ask softly:

"Teacher Tong... do you think you are happy now?"

Tong Yao stopped, was stunned for a moment, and then began to think seriously.

"I think... I'm probably happy, right?" She thought for a moment, tilted her head, and spread her hands. "Some people say that people often can't feel happiness because they are too happy. I have been smooth sailing since I was a child, and now I am doing a job I like, so... I should be happy. What about you?"

Ruan Qian's heart skipped a beat, and she lowered her head:

“I…I am also…very happy.

"Because... Teacher Tong is here."

After the girl finished speaking, shame started creeping up her face like a vine, and her face had turned as red as a rose.

What weird things are you saying?

"Because of me?" Tong Yao laughed, "Am I that good?"

"Yeah!" Ruan Qian explained with difficulty, "Teacher Tong is very gentle..."

So gentle.

Tong Yao smoothed her hair. She was no longer allergic to such compliments. She patted the girl's head and said softly:

"Okay, let's go eat."

This hand is as warm as sunshine.

Ruan Qian felt that she would never be able to refuse.

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Day and night alternate, and a new week begins.

"You look good lately." During the break, Jiang Yiming teased Ruan Qian, who was standing next to him, "Are you still listening so attentively in class? The notes you take are so good. Are you going to be a good student?"

"Ah."

Ruan Qian didn't even raise her head, and was not ashamed to admit it, as she continued to work on the math problems from her weekend tutoring class on the scratch paper.

"Is this the question that Teacher Tong gave you?" Jiang Yiming stretched his neck to take a look. "Damn, it's so difficult. Fortunately, I didn't sign up for it."

It’s best not to report it.

Ruan Qian thought to herself, it would be best if none of you signed up, so that Teacher Tong would only teach her.

However...if few people sign up, Teacher Tong will be sad and disappointed.

So it’s best this way.

"By the way, let me tell you something," Jiang Yiming said, looking like he was watching a show, "Be careful in the next chemistry class. I don't know what medicine Long Ting took. She got really angry in Class 9 last class, and she's probably still cursing now."

Chemistry teacher Long Ting is responsible for teaching chemistry to classes 7 and 9. She was still scolding five minutes after the get out of class ended. I guess she won't be in a good mood in her class next time.

"What other medicine can we take? Explosives." The boy in front also joked.

Ruan Qian was silent. She had always been very cautious in Long Ting's class, always worried that the woman would point fingers at her, but... this was all her own fault.

The school bell rings.

The classroom, which had received the alert in advance, was unusually quiet.

Long Ting walked into the classroom, expressionless and emotionless, said "class", opened the book and began to lecture.

Such a classroom is undoubtedly depressing.

Long Ting stared at the students while she was teaching. Top students like Ji Chen and Yin Jiali did not dare to rely on their good grades to do their homework, so they had to listen carefully. After explaining the concept, Long Ting turned to the exercise book and looked down with hawk-like eyes:

"Jiang Yiming, please do this question."

Jiang Yiming shuddered and walked up to the podium with an uneasy look on his face. Ruan Qian in the audience also shuddered and prayed that he would be able to answer it - otherwise, it would be very likely that "his deskmate would help him answer it."

Jiang Yiming stood on the stage, writing crookedly with chalk. After he finished writing, he glanced at Long Ting, as if to seek her opinion, but Long Ting still had a stern face:

"Did you finish writing?"

He gritted his teeth and said, "... Yeah."

Jiang Yiming put down the chalk and wanted to go back to his seat. At this time, Long Ting spoke:

"Did you get off?"

The boy froze and turned back awkwardly.

Long Ting held the chalk and sneered:

"Look at what you wrote. Irritant gases, gases! What's missing?"

Jiang Yiming was startled, secretly cursing himself for having a brain twitch, swallowed, and said: "...gas symbol."

"You knew that too?!" Long Ting drew a gas symbol on the blackboard and slammed it hard, "You made such a low-level mistake?!

“What about the exam?

"I'm telling you, if you don't write this symbol, you'll lose all the empty space! It's all in vain! How many times have I told you this? Why don't you learn from it? With this attitude towards learning, nothing you do will work! You'll be a waste in the future!"

Jiang Yiming lowered his head and dared not say a word.

"Get out!" Long Ting yelled after venting her anger.

Class 7 classroom was in dead silence.

Ruan Qian secretly glanced at her desk mate. This normally smiling boy now had red eyes and his nails dug into his palms.

Too much.

Even I, who was in the audience, felt uncomfortable hearing such words, let alone the strong-willed boys, and...it was said in front of the whole class.

Long Ting continued to lecture on the stage, tapping the blackboard from time to time to indicate her key points. As the get out of class was about to end, she glanced around and saw another scene that made her unhappy - this time it was Ruan Qian.

"Ruan Xi, did I ask you to drink some water?"

Ruan Qian, who was covering the cup, paused and the classroom became extremely quiet.

"I'm talking about the most important thing, and you're drinking water down there? Come on, tell me, what did I just say?"

Although Long Ting asked this, she had no intention of letting Ruan Qian speak, but continued to stare at the girl in the audience, "I spoke for forty minutes, and I am not thirsty. Am I not thirsty? I didn't even drink water, what water did you drink?!"

Being looked at and scolded by such a vicious adult, who is an authoritative teacher at that... is simply the most terrible torture for students.

Long Ting took a breath and cursed a few words. She felt that it was enough and was about to continue explaining the topic, but at this moment, a discordant voice rang out.

"You can drink water, too."

Ruan Qian lowered her head and spoke in a low voice.

"Fuck." The classmates looked at each other, wondering if Ruan Qian was so tough. They wanted to look back, but they didn't dare.

"What did you say?!" Long Ting heard it clearly and was furious. "Say it again!"

Ruan Qian stopped talking, she lowered her head like a withered flower.

"Ruan Qian, is this your attitude towards the teacher?" Long Ting laughed in anger, but at this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class rang.

But no one in the class dared to speak.

"well."

Long Ting stood there and nodded, not knowing what she was saying.

"Come to the office with me!"

Finally, she threw down these words and slammed the door and left.

Chapter 11: Teacher Tong is the best

Ruan Qian bit her lip and followed Long Ting.

This woman had an expression that said everyone owed her something. She turned around, and the disdain and contempt in her eyes pierced people like needles:

"Go back and bring your draft paper, homework, and pen with you."

When Ruan Qian heard it, she nodded slightly and turned around and walked back like a puppet.

The classroom was like a city after the tsunami had receded, and the students who survived the disaster were still in fear.

Ruan Qian came in silently from the back door. Next to her seat, several boys and girls were surrounding Jiang Yiming to comfort him.

"Damn, that crazy woman is sick, her words are so vicious."

"That's right, all the teachers in No. 1 Middle School are pretty good, except her with a bad temper."

Everyone was chattering and criticizing Long Ting's faults one by one.

"Fuck, what are you doing?" Jiang Yiming forced a smile, pretending to be nonchalant, not wanting the girls to see his emotions. "I'm fine, really. I'm used to being scolded... Hey, Ruan Qian? You're back?"

Ruan Qian nodded and searched for her homework in her book box.

"She didn't make things difficult for you, right?"

"She asked me to bring my homework," Ruan Qian tried to make her voice sound more relaxed so as not to make people think she was weak, "Who knows what she wanted to do."

Jiang Yiming was silent for a while, then advised: "Don't be too tough, don't confront her, just admit you're a coward."

Today's Ruan Qian made him feel abnormal. In the past, Ruan Qian was quiet and timid, like a butterfly specimen, beautiful and fragile, and seemed to be dead in the cold silence.

But today, or rather recently, the specimen came alive.

Ruan Qian took a pen and paper and walked towards the office step by step. When she passed Class 4, she saw Teacher Tong surrounded by a group of students. The classroom was very lively after class, but it did not affect Teacher Tong's explanation to the students on the stage.

Everything that was colored by Teacher Tong became beautiful. The world seemed to be divided into two, the colorful one over there and the gray and turbid one over here.

School should be an ivory tower for students to escape from the darkness of the world, not a prison.

Ruan Qian paused for a moment at the office door, then knocked on it.

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