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

"If you don't like living in the dormitory... just come live at my place. You can make your own decisions in the future and don't have to ask me every time." Tong Yao felt a little embarrassed. "If I'm not around, you can open the door yourself and move around freely."

Ruan Qian was stunned for a moment, and then, almost reverently, took the key.

Living together, that’s living together.

It is completely different from the past when she would occasionally stay overnight. From now on, she can come here for a nap and take a shower during dinner. As long as she has time, this will always be her and Teacher Tong's world of two.

A world for two...

"Teacher Tong," the little girl suddenly asked, "is your birthday in these few days?"

Chapter 113: Cherish

"Birthday?"

This is a day when nursery rhymes have little presence.

Tong Sicheng and Jiang Wu are both busy people. Except for the year they turned 18, most of their birthdays were simple. Tong Yao herself has never been the kind of child who clamors for a birthday since she was young, and she doesn't care about birthday gifts.

"How do you know my birthday?" She was even more surprised by this question.

"It's written on Teacher Tong's QQ profile: April 4th. Is that true?" The little girl's answer was ridiculous.

Is there really anyone who believes the information on QQ?

Tong Yao's lips curled up. The little girl really believed it this time. Everything written on her QQ profile was true.

"You are the only one who is smart."

"Hey," Ruan Qian put her hands behind her back and tiptoed on one foot, "Teacher Tong, are you going to spend the holiday with your family?"

"That day was Saturday. I was exhausted from teaching classes all day. Let's forget it." Tong Yao waved her hand. "It's fine to spend my time on my own. I'll give you guys a day off."

At this time, the class started, Ruan Qian trotted back, and Tong Yao stayed in the office to correct homework. She looked at the little girl's back and suddenly felt that the world was wonderful. Teacher and student, the two people's identities, thinking, and life trajectories were completely different, but they felt in sync and fit from the bottom of their hearts. Sometimes she felt that she was raising a child. Whenever this happened, the little girl would send out a signal of "don't treat me as a child", becoming proactive and aggressive, switching between a little milk dog and a little wolf dog freely.

I always feel like if this continues...

Tong Yao quickly shook her head, throwing away that thought. That child was so well behaved.

Be sure to listen to her.

A few days later, math class.

Tong Yao is quite active in class and likes to incorporate some interesting current events. When he talked about an entrepreneur who became a deadbeat, there was suddenly laughter in the classroom.

This familiar scene made her turn to the blackboard silently. The formula was not wrong.

She looked at the girls on Chen Xi's side and found that Chen Xi had his head buried, as if he was crying out of anger.

"Don't laugh." She turned to the laughing students and said seriously.

She had not expected such a development. She had originally planned to try saying "thirteen" again today to see if anyone would laugh. She had also prepared some principles of mutual respect, but in the end the perpetrator turned into the victim.

She had planned to ask Ruanruan about this after class, but after being in class for so long, she forgot about it.

During the evening self-study class, Tong Yao looked around at the podium, her fist against half of her face, waiting for students to come up and ask questions. When her eyes passed by Chen Xi, she found that this usually eccentric girl was a little quiet, not secretly playing with her phone or talking nonsense. She suddenly remembered what happened during the day and fell into deep thought.

There was a sound of a chair scraping against the floor, and the little girl came up with an exercise book in her arms. Tong Yao pointed to the corridor outside, and Ruan Qian understood what she meant and walked out with her braids swinging.

"What happened to Chen Xi?" Tong Yao asked in a low voice, "Is she a deadbeat? Who gave her that nickname?"

The girl pouted: "She still owes money to others, and a few girls took advantage of this to call her that."

After saying that, he added, "It has nothing to do with me. I didn't shout."

Tong Yao smiled: "I know, Ruan Ruan is a good kid."

Even if one day the head teacher said that Ruanruan had a conflict with a classmate and cursed at others, she would not believe it at all.

"Okay, come in and I'll explain the question to you." She patted the little girl on the back.

Entering the classroom, on the podium, Tong Yao leaned sideways, her hair hanging down beside her ears, resting on her homework book, and kissed her forehead. Her voice was soft and gentle, and Ruan Qian, who was lying on the side, suddenly became a little dazed.

Such a strange sight caused some people below to whisper.

"Is Ruan Qian stunned by Teacher Tong?"

"Can women also be perverts?"

After telling the nursery rhyme for a long time, she finally noticed that the little girl was absent-minded. Shame welled up like a fountain. She bit her lip and wanted to poke the little girl's dimple with a pen, but suddenly, her eyes went dark.

she is blind?

But the girl's screams, the boy's cheers, and the faint moonlight outside the door told her that there was a power outage.

She suddenly felt her lips wet, as if a mouthful of sticky rice had been stuffed in her mouth. This soft ball of sticky rice squeezed in, and her heart beat violently, and she was confused and fascinated as never before. Intoxication and fear intertwined, she suddenly woke up and stepped back, and the chair legs under her seemed to be worn off - oh no, the noise was too loud!

"Teacher Tong, are you okay?" Ji Chen shouted from below. He thought Teacher Tong had fallen.

"……fine!"

She covered her mouth and responded with a sound. She felt her hand being held. In the darkness, she heard the little girl whisper in her ear:

"sorry."

Her energy had not yet gathered before it was dispersed by these words.

"...Don't do this next time." She touched her face. Sure enough, it was very hot. "There are so many people."

"They can't see it."

The little girl seemed to kiss her ear gently, and Tong Yao immediately felt her ear begin to burn - what happened? Was it intentional or was it accidentally touched because she was talking too close?

At this time, there was light in the audience. When the power went out, someone took out his cell phone. If the labor reformers came at this time, they would definitely catch everyone. Tong Yao quickly separated from the little girl and began to maintain discipline:

"Everyone be quiet, the power may have tripped, it will be fine in a while."

There was still whispering in the class and the whole building was talking. Several minutes had passed and the power had not been restored. I was afraid it was not as simple as a power outage.

Even the lights in the senior high school building opposite were off.

Tonight the moon is hidden behind the clouds, there is no other light, the whole world is dark. Many people have a small desk lamp for staying up late in bed at night, but they are all placed in the dormitory. At this time, the only thing you can rely on is your mobile phone.

As luck would have it, a dark figure appeared at the door. Some people can really bring fear to students from the soul just by their figure. Someone immediately recognized that it was a labor reformer, but it was too late. The light of the mobile phone stood out in the darkness. The labor reformer came and confiscated three mobile phones.

As for the rest, those who had cell phones did not dare to take them out.

Except nursery rhymes.

She opened WeChat, and the light from the screen made her look a bit like a female ghost, a beautiful female ghost who would die under her skirt and still be romantic. It said that the entire community was out of power, and they were still asking when it would be restored.

She turned off her phone and smiled into the darkness:

"Everyone, take a nap. You'll have energy to study when the phone rings later."

The students laughed and someone said, "Teacher Tong, I can't sleep if you don't teach me math." She listened to the voice and identified the boy's position, and wrote it down in her little notebook.

Ruan Qian moved, took her chair from the first row, moved over, and sat next to Tong Yao, like a little guardian.

It was pitch black, calls were coming slower than expected, and everyone was bored.

Suddenly, a very naughty voice shouted:

"Teacher Tong, please tell us about your emotional experience!"

A single stone stirs up a thousand waves, and suddenly, similar voices are heard one after another:

"Yes, yes, yes! I want to listen!"

"Romance, quick!"

The nursery rhyme is very embarrassing: "Stop making trouble."

Play is play, make noise is noise, but don’t make fun of the teacher.

The little girl next to her was still giggling.

"I've never been in love," she solemnly declared, trying to escape.

"Then is there any rich second-generation guy chasing after her?" asked a girl who dreamed of being the prince charming.

Nursery rhymes are silent, this does exist, but it would be too shameful and ostentatious to say it out loud.

“…No.” There’s not much pressure to lie.

"Is Teacher Tong a young lady?" Someone asked the question that has puzzled everyone for a long time. Teacher Tong uses luxury goods and drives a low-key and luxurious car. She doesn't look like someone who is being kept. So she must be a rich second-generation!

"Well..." Tong Yao was embarrassed, "My family sells some small electrical appliances, like... kettles, yes, kettles, I don't know about the others."

The students were full of disbelief.

"Teacher Tong, do you like guys older or younger than you?" someone else asked.

Tong Yao's mouth twitched. In fact, she thought she would like mature and mature women, such as Lu Bingjie, but Teacher Lu did not show any signs of being gay, and the little girl was sitting next to her. If she said she liked someone older than herself, she would probably explode:

"This... is fine."

A group of boys began to scream and howl like wolves.

Suddenly, Tong Yao felt someone poking her waist. She turned around and could not see the girl's expression, but her voice was soft:

"I want to play with my phone."

What should I do if my girlfriend wants to play with her phone?

Of course, for her.

Anyway... I can't study now. If I'm sent to labor camp, I can just say it's hers and it won't be confiscated.

"Here." Tong Yao gently handed the phone to Ruan Ruan.

The little girl knows the password.

The podium could not block the little girl's body, so everyone below the stage saw Ruan Qian sitting there, tapping on her shiny cell phone. According to the students in the first row, she was playing Plants vs. Zombies.

Sour and sour.

There was laughter coming from the next class. I wonder what kind of activity they were doing. Tong Yao suddenly had an idea and suggested:

"Is there anyone who can perform? Sing a song or tell a joke."

I would rather die than have a friend die, so the friends who recommended each other immediately took action.

The classroom was noisy, but at this moment, a burst of singing came from somewhere, and the turbulent classroom slowly calmed down into a calm lake. A boy shouted "Who is singing here", which caused a small burst of laughter. Finally, everyone realized that the singing came from the opposite side.

It's a chorus.

“…Friends walk together throughout life, those days are no longer there.

One word, a lifetime. One love, a glass of wine. "

The singing is not good and the tune is off, but it is very neat and gripping.

It was as if everyone had returned to the time when they were singing songs during military training, and some of the hoarse male voices seemed to be about to cry.

"The seniors will graduate in a few days." Tong Yao said softly, "By then you will be the new seniors. After working hard for a year, you will go your separate ways after graduation. You won't be able to see each other even if you want to."

It was a happy evening, but because of the singing of the senior high school students and her words, it suddenly became a little sad.

Without the power outage, we probably wouldn't be able to stop studying and reminisce about this short yet long high school life. The monotonous life is obviously not exciting at all, but there are countless beautiful moments. It seems like I just entered school yesterday, how come I'm going to be a senior in high school soon?

"High school is the most fulfilling stage of your life so far. You should cherish the friends you have." Tong Yao smiled, "This may be the time when you have the most friends."

In the darkness, some people looked at each other and recalled the past. Those conflicts didn't seem so serious. Those annoying people didn't seem so annoying anymore when they were separated.

Jiang Yiming thought of Shi Renjie, who was now missing, and Ruan Qian thought of her chemistry teacher Long Ting. Perhaps Chen Xi and others also thought of something, but no one knew.

The mixed feelings of high school are like flowing water. After passing through the filter of time, those tangled, dirty, and annoying things, the big ones are intercepted, and the small ones settle to the bottom. Looking back on the past years later, high school life is still clear.

Chapter 114: Nineteen Years Old

At 8:30 in the evening, the power outage that lasted for half an hour was still not over.

This group of students are so excited that they are almost having a bonfire party.

Tong Yao returned to the dormitory after her evening self-study class. Unfortunately, there was a power outage in the entire area, so there was no electricity in the dormitory. It was pitch dark. She was a little scared, and her cell phone was running out of battery.

Go to bed quickly, the call will come tomorrow morning.

She squinted her eyes for a while, but didn't fall asleep.

People who usually go to bed after midnight cannot fall asleep before 9 o'clock.

In a daze, she heard someone from the teaching building opposite shouting "Come on, senior year students!"