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

what happened?

The girls in Ruan Qian's dormitory are all pretty and very topical, and all the onlookers want to have more things to talk about.

Then, they heard Ruan Qian say word by word:

“Sorry, I don’t have time to bring it to you.

"Please transfer the money you earned from lunch to me first."

Chen Xi's face suddenly turned ugly. She knew whether she had money or not. Her family was not short of money, but she had no money now. Her pocket money depended entirely on the WeChat red envelopes given by her parents, but she spent all the money her parents gave her on buying skins and Starbucks. If she wanted to pay Ruan Xi back, she could only use her campus card.

However, the campus card can only be used in the cafeteria and supermarket and cannot be used to withdraw cash.

She didn't want to take advantage of others, she really thought it was okay not to pay it back.

Suddenly, she remembered something and took out a wallet she hadn't used for a long time from under her pillow. Fortunately, there were still twenty dollars in it. She took it out and threw it on the ground, feeling extremely wronged:

"Who cares?"

Then he ran out.

Ruan Qian listened to the shouts of "Chen Xi" and "Where are you going" outside, pursed her lips, picked up the twenty yuan on the ground, and silently transferred seven yuan to Chen Xi.

"Who is that..." He Xueyu was shocked, "As if we bullied her."

Ruan Qian didn't respond. She picked up her schoolbag and went to the cafeteria alone.

Night self-study.

Before Laogai came to the classroom, she put down her schoolbag and found that there were several girls around Chen Xi, who was sitting by the window, chattering about something.

"Did you quarrel with Chen Xi over a few dollars?" Jiang Yiming interjected.

Ruan Qian turned her head and looked at him steadily. Jiang Yiming froze, put away his joking smile, and asked awkwardly:

"What happened... I just heard a little bit, several people were talking."

"None of your business."

Ruan Qian zipped up her schoolbag and sat down.

Chapter 112: Key

"Director Chen."

"Oh, Teacher Xiaotong."

In the Academic Affairs Office, a potted orchid was hanging in the air. The man with glasses looked up and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That..." Tong Yao was not confident at all. She glanced at the bookcase uncomfortably. "Yang Liu is now..."

"I'll have the surgery next week. Your uncle asked me to take care of these things. You don't have to worry about them."

"Oh……"

Tong Yao was stunned for a long time and felt that it was becoming increasingly difficult to say the next words.

"Director, regarding the punishment... I want to finish teaching classes 4 and 7 first. As long as I finish teaching these two classes... I will accept any punishment."

Director Chen was a little surprised at first, and said casually:

"Are you willing to teach at the branch campus for a few years?"

Tong Yao lowered his head and said:

"Ah."

Director Chen smiled and said, "You don't know what the situation is like in other schools. They are in dire straits. Our students are not as well-behaved as us. You will regret agreeing to this."

The nursery rhyme whispered:

“There is no discrimination without distinction.”

"There's a saying that rotten wood cannot be carved." Director Chen said, "Let's talk about this after you finish teaching Class 4 and Class 7. I didn't lie to you that the branch school is short of math teachers. If you are willing, go ahead. The salary won't be bad."

The best math teachers in the branch school have all been transferred to teach Class 1, so the teaching staff is indeed stretched thin.

——A branch school.

Tong Yao walked out of the Academic Affairs Office without feeling much about this word.

I hope that by then it won’t be so dramatic that Long Ting and I will become fed up with each other.

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On Monday morning, during the flag-raising ceremony, it started to rain, and the leaders wanted to hold out for a while, but the rain got heavier, and finally the students swarmed back to the classroom to listen to the flag-raising ceremony on the radio.

When the nursery rhyme passed Class 7, the students were standing up, saluting and singing the national anthem. Some people were just filling in the gaps, but the little girl was in the first row, looking up, staring at the national flag on the blackboard and singing very seriously.

She smiled, and her depressed mood disappeared. When she returned to the office, the math homework of Class 7 was already piled on the table, but that of Class 4 had not been delivered yet.

The handwriting on the missing list was beautiful, and there was a Q-version girl’s avatar.

She did a routine count and found that the number of students who had submitted and those who had not completed their homework matched. In Class 1 and Class 4, the class representatives would have some selfish thoughts, or those who could not finish their homework would beg to be excluded from the list. She could understand that this was human nature, and she would not make it difficult for her class representatives. At worst, she would count the students herself and have a private talk with them.

But at Ruanruan, there were no mistakes or omissions in the list. The girl was a class representative and she was impartial. No matter who didn't hand in their homework, it would be recorded, and she would even add up the total number of times the person was absent.

With such a worry-free class representative... Tong Yao actually hopes that the little girl will not be so responsible. Class leaders are already in a thankless job, and if they are biased towards the teacher, they are more likely to arouse hostility from classmates. Those class leaders who act like "undercover agents who broke into the teacher's office" or "I am perfunctory to the teacher for you" are more popular.

She would rather be soft and popular.

There was a sound of rain outside the window, so she put the small potted plant indoors to prevent it from sliding down. The raindrops on the leaves splashed onto her face and onto the homework of a classmate that she had only half corrected. She took out toilet paper in annoyance to wipe it, but the penetrating power of the rain was a bit surprising, and several pages were soaked. She opened the pages and saw that the name was "Ruan Qian". The little girl put her homework first, and she suffered the consequences.

She suddenly remembered a joke about a Chinese teacher - the Chinese teacher was correcting an essay and found water stains on the essay. He praised the student for his sincere writing and burst into tears, but it turned out to be the student's saliva.

Ruanruan shouldn't think that this is her own saliva, right?

Tong Yao thought uncertainly.

The first class in the morning was math class. The classroom was as lively as usual before class. As soon as she entered the classroom, the little girl immediately stood up and rushed to the stage to help her open the blackboard and turn on the all-in-one computer. She couldn't help but reach out and stroke the little girl's cute braids. There was a burst of booing from the audience, but what shocked her was that she was almost used to this kind of booing.

Anyway, everyone is used to it.

Then touch it more.

The little girl helped her insert the USB drive, find the courseware, and open the PPT. The whole time, she was stroking the little girl's hair. Finally, when Ruan Qian ran off the stage, her face was red as blood.

She smiled gently, and when the bell rang, she announced the start of class.

"In permutation and combination problems, you need to distinguish between permutations of the same elements and permutations of different elements... Just like in this problem, how many permutations of a few flags are there?"

She simply listed the formula and wrote down the answer, "Thirteen."

There was sudden laughter from the audience.

It was sent by several girls. She was stunned for a moment, took a step back, looked at the formula she wrote, and asked in confusion:

“Did I write something wrong?”

"Teacher, there is nothing wrong with it." Ji Chen shouted, then turned back and warned the girls with his eyes.

Tong Yao took a few more glances to confirm that it was correct, and then looked at one of the girls who had just laughed:

"Zhang Lingling."

Her smile was a little playful, and she didn't look stern, but the classroom was very quiet:

"What are you laughing at?"

The girl stood up in panic, hesitating and not daring to say the reason.

"Chen Xi." Tong Yao called out again, "You laughed just now, too, didn't you?"

Chen Xi stood up hastily, stammering and speaking unclearly.

Tong Yao tilted her head and motioned for the girls to sit down:

"Please sit down first. Everyone should pay attention to classroom discipline."

She didn't know what made these girls so funny, but teaching was more important and she had no time to waste it.

Tong Yao retracted her gaze and when she glanced at the little girl, she was suddenly stunned. The little girl and the people around her all looked unhappy, and the little girl looked unhappy, while the people around her seemed to be angry.

Is the laughter just now related to Ruanruan?

She deliberately mentioned a few more answers with the number "thirteen", but the girls whose names she called out did not dare to laugh. The lack of interaction in the classroom made it a bit depressing.

After class, she knocked on the little girl's desk, signaling her to come out.

Ruan Qian's eyes were dull. She thought Teacher Tong was asking her to move the homework. She picked up the pile of exercise books in the office and was about to leave. Tong Yao quickly called her:

"What are you doing? Put it down first. I haven't finished revising it yet."

Ruan Qian put down her homework and looked at her in confusion.

Tong Yao didn't say anything, but just looked at the little girl. The little girl couldn't hold it anymore and lowered her head, as if she was avoiding her.

"What's the matter?" Tong Yao took Ruan Qian's hands and placed her thumbs on the little girl's white knuckles. "Did you have a conflict with your classmates?"

Ruan Qian said nothing, and then Tong Yao said jokingly:

"Little Thirteen?"

The little girl's eyes immediately turned red.

Tong Yao panicked, knowing that she had said something wrong:

"Teacher, I said something wrong. Please forgive me."

The little girl shook her head, actually trying to say "no need to apologize", but the nursery rhyme understood it as "no forgiveness", so she became even more panicked.

"Ruanruan, tell me, okay?"

Tong Yao looked at the little girl, gritted her teeth, and said, "If you don't tell me, I won't tell you if I have something in the future."

This sentence was obviously effective. The little girl was stunned for a moment, her eyes as pure and flawless as a rabbit's. She felt even more aggrieved, and then, she whispered about what happened yesterday.

Help bring the meal and carefully ask for the thirteen dollars.

The classmates watched the quarrel. Some people thought Chen Xi should take the initiative to pay back the money, but more people thought, "If I were Ruan Qian, I wouldn't quarrel with others over a dozen yuan." Just like the white-collar workers living in the apartment, they laughed at the shrews in the alley, and at the same time thought that they would never embarrass themselves like this in the future.

Everyone has vanity, and most children think it is shameful to care too much about money.

"But..." The little girl's eyes were red, but she didn't cry, "It's obviously Chen Xi's fault."

She became the talk of the town.

Chen Xi kept saying "Thirteen" to embarrass her on purpose, and he also wanted others to join in the fun.

Tong Yao frowned, held the little girl's hand, and used herself to warm her. She didn't expect that such a thing would happen in Class 7. This kind of cold violence was no less harmful than violence. She found herself extremely angry and could not tolerate her little girl being bullied by others.

"Is everyone making a fuss?" she asked, forcing herself to remain calm.

Ruan Qian shook her head and whispered:

“Only those few.”

At present, the trend has not been set, and most people just hear the word "Thirteen" and ask why it is called that. Then, some people think they have understood the new meme and spread it everywhere, while others think it is inappropriate and stop there.

“Only those few girls?” Tong Yao raised her head and breathed a sigh of relief. “Then don’t be afraid. I believe that most people have the right values, and…

"Aren't we Ruanruan more popular? I heard that the boy who has a crush on you has a football team."

Her voice was faint and the little girl trembled and said in a lost voice:

"How can there be..."

"You think the teacher is stupid and can't see it." Tong Yao smiled, "Only when you are excellent will you be liked by others. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. I believe that your classmates will stand on your side. If someone says thirteen to you, tell him that you don't like it. If he doesn't listen, tell me and I will solve it."

"Um……"

The little girl was still uneasy.

Tong Yao blinked and thought from the little girl's perspective. The most embarrassing thing right now is the relationship in the dormitory, right?

In a few months, she will be a senior in high school... Other people's children all rent houses and go to school together, but her Ruanruan... can't lose at the starting line, right?

As a girlfriend, she can't just stand by and watch, right?

She felt that some things could not be thought about too deeply. If she did, she would become hesitant and think that neither this nor that would work, so it would be better to cut the Gordian knot.

So she took a deep breath and reached into her bag, making a clinking sound of metal.

Ruan Qian's pupils narrowed as she saw a key dangling in front of her eyes.