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

She has to succeed.

Just hearing the ringing of the bell, she was already so nervous that she could hardly breathe. The college entrance examination was a way for children from poor families to change their fate, and what she felt was that children like her were more nervous than others.

She probably understood a saying: poverty is a disease. Poverty can make people anxious, nervous, uneasy, and confused. Poverty should be the first of the seven deadly sins.

In the afternoon, the first day of exams ended and the school became lively. Parents were waiting at the school gate, and students were either high-spirited or dejected. Ruan Qian, who was on her way to the cafeteria, noticed that some seniors burst into tears, and their parents could only force themselves to smile. Even if they were anxious and sad, they could only speak out to comfort their children.

"Not doing well in the exam doesn't mean anything." Tong Yao noticed the little girl's gaze and interrupted, "Don't feel stressed. There is more than one way to success."

But the college entrance examination is indeed the broadest road in plain sight. Other roads are either hidden very deeply or require help from others to open up.

"But what if I can't get on any of the paths?" Ruan Qian pursed her lips. She took the college entrance examination very seriously, even to the point of being a little paranoid, as if she had suddenly walked into a dead end. "What if I have nothing in the future..."

"Don't you have anything now?" Tong Yao smiled, "I still like you, little guy."

The little girl was stunned.

"I just want you, you know? I want a healthy, happy Ruanruan."

She looked at the little girl with a smile, her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

"Can you give it to me?"

--able!

Ruan Qian screamed in her heart.

As long as Teacher Tong wants it, everything she has belongs to Teacher Tong.

Chapter 120: Countdown to entering the third year of high school

On the night after the college entrance examination, the second and first year high school students returned to school.

During evening self-study, everyone was doing their homework quietly. The final exams were approaching and no one was not anxious.

Suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, wild cheers broke out from upstairs and across the street, and the ceiling shook like an earthquake. Soon, the first book fell, and like a horn, the test papers fluttered down like flowers from heaven, as mighty as the Boston Tea Party.

"Zhang Zhenhua, see you later!"

A cry came from a certain airborne class. Director Zhang from the Student Affairs Office was unfortunately shot.

"Graduation!"

At the corner of the corridor, a group of boys rushed out, carrying their class teacher and parading around the entire floor. Then, in front of the sophomores who were studying, they spread the legs of the reluctant class teacher and rushed to a "human pillar", completing a heroic Aruba.

Tong Yao, who was sitting in front of the podium, felt terrible. She was a girl. After graduation, these kids would not treat her like this, right?

The boys and girls in Class 7 were dumbfounded, and at the same time lamented that the seemingly good people in the third year of high school turned out to be so tough after graduation.

Several malicious eyes were cast towards Tong Yao, and she slammed the table in anger:

"If you want to play, go play with your teacher Li!"

"Oh!"

In her eyes, these children were suddenly not cute anymore.

The little girl came up with her homework, and spoke in a gentle voice, as soft as rice cake:

"Teacher Tong, is it okay to do this question this way?"

She is still so soft and cute.

While Tong Yao was pleased, she had no idea that this child would be the one to torment her the most in the future.

As for the senior students, the school finally took action in the face of this annual riot. Although they had graduated, the teachers still had influence and shouted a few words. Regardless of whether the students were led to obey their deep-rooted psychology or just wanted to give the teachers some face, the joyful book-tearing died down and everyone went home. Some people were reluctant to leave and wandered around the campus with their friends, crying and agreeing to apply to the same university.

No matter how much they say they dislike school, or how much they hate the strict, demanding, and utilitarian teachers, when the day of departure comes, they still feel empty in their hearts, as if a piece of them has been dug out. They don't know where the future lies, but high school is no longer their home.

After the evening self-study, Ji Chen reminded, "Everyone can go over to look for information," which instantly ignited the students' hearts - this is the tradition of No. 1 Middle School, just like the whale fall formed after the whale dies is its last kindness to the ocean. Many graduates of each year of No. 1 Middle School will leave things like reference books behind, allowing younger students to choose what they need after they leave. This is also the last kindness of the graduates to the school.

It is called shark slaying.

Ruan Qian is very concerned about this kind of thing, because reference books are very expensive, a thick book costs sixty or seventy yuan. Although they are updated every year, the changes are not big. Finding a suitable one can save a lot of money. Even if you don’t do it normally, there is no harm in taking a look.

Of course, the most sought-after items are the notes of the top students.

"Hey, this senior didn't touch a single word in this exercise book."

"This senior sister's handwriting is very beautiful, she must be very pretty, right?"

There are a lot of people in Class 1 of Grade 12, and everyone knows that they should grab Class 1's materials first, after all, there are many top students in Class 1.

Ruan Qian went to Class 2, which was much more deserted than Class 1. She stopped in front of a table with a sticky note saying "It took time for ice to freeze three feet thick" and a review process chart. She opened the drawer, which contained a pile of notebooks, also with sticky notes.

"Give it to the destined one."

She slowly opened the pages. The owner of the notebook was Sikong Qing, so she should be... a senior student, right?

She seemed to have heard vaguely that he was a top student.

Ruan Qian quickly glanced through the contents of the notes and made a conclusion - she probably succeeded on Taobao.

In addition to notes, most people had unexpected surprises. Some got cosmetics and posters left by senior students, some found good-quality footballs and basketballs in the utility room, and some found a set of "The Three-Body Problem" in the book corner. The whole process was as joyful as digging for treasure.

The little girl stole a few copies of "Zhiyin Manke" from a otaku's drawer.

Finally, there is one more fun reserved item. Junior students like to gather under the first and second mock exam score lists of the senior year, note down those awesome students and interesting names, and then wait until the day when the admission honor roll is announced to see how the seniors they follow performed.

"This person's name is Qin Tieniu. Haha, there are actually such names nowadays!"

"It's not nice to laugh at other people's names..."

Amid the noise, Ruan Qian squeezed out of the crowd and returned to the classroom with the materials she had found. She didn't want to waste time on meaningless things. The final exam was approaching, and she had to race against time.

At night, in the teachers' dormitory.

Before going to bed, the little girl was still studying by lamplight. She was yawning all the time, but she was still holding on.

Tong Yao told her to go to bed quickly, and the little girl obeyed. When Tong Yao came to check on the room again, she found a bright light. She pulled back a corner of the quilt and saw the little girl hiding inside, memorizing words.

When Ruan Qian found out that she was exposed, she looked like a wounded deer, so pitiful.

Tong Yao's lips straightened:

"Do you want me to watch you sleep?"

“No, no!” The little girl pulled at the quilt, “Teacher Tong, go and have a rest.”

Tong Yao stood up, but did not leave. Instead, she slowly bent down. In the dark room, Ruan Qian's eyes widened and her heartbeat quickened. Then, something soft was imprinted on her forehead, with a minty scent, like fallen leaves, light and itchy.

"Go to sleep quickly." Tong Yao said softly, "Are you obedient?"

"……listen."

Ruan Qian felt like her body was about to melt.

From now on, life with Teacher Tong will be as happy as it can be.

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In late June, the high school students entered the stage of military training, and the final exam was the day after tomorrow. But the campus, which should have been solemn, was particularly lively and festive today.

The school's bulletin board has been updated——

“Good news:

This year, our school’s college entrance examination results have made steady progress and achieved new success.

Sikong Qing from Class 723, Grade won the top spot in the science college entrance examination with a score of !

The pass rate for science majors is 96%, and the pass rate for liberal arts majors is 94%. It is estimated that 93 students will reach the admission line of Tsinghua University and Peking University..."

During the break, Lou Yu was speaking on the radio with high spirits. She couldn't help but be proud. No. 1 Middle School hadn't produced a top scorer in the college entrance examination for several years, but she did this year. What did that mean? It would also be very beneficial for next year's enrollment. Many outstanding students might prefer No. 1 Middle School because of the top scorer.

Ruan Qian was a little surprised. She looked at the notebook in the box. Wouldn't this become the top scorer's notebook? The ones sold online were quite expensive.

"I really envy my seniors," Jiang Yiming said, "They are all free. I really want to delete my memory of next year and go directly to college."

Ruan Qian looked out the window and saw the senior high school students returning to school to get their files, talking and laughing. Everything was settled, and they had no more worries. They were just waiting to move on to the next stage in their lives.

"Hey, did Teacher Tong tell you what types of questions will be in the math test?" Jiang Yiming asked.

"No." Ruan Qian said.

"Hey, I didn't even tell you that I like you so much. I don't know if the final exam will be difficult." Jiang Yiming collapsed.

"It will definitely be easier than the monthly exam," Ruan Qian flipped through her wrong answer book, "The final exam will save everyone's face."

For the next minute, there was no conversation.

"You don't even deny it!" Jiang Yiming suddenly yelled.

"Denial of what?"

"Denial that you have a good relationship with Teacher Tong!"

"Why are you denying it?" Ruan Qian tilted her head, "Teacher Tong and I just have a good relationship."

"No, I mean, I am partial to it... Tsk, it's not partiality, let me think about how to describe it..." Jiang Yiming scratched his head, "It really is that kind of, doting! Yes, doting!"

Ruan Qian rolled her eyes. Jiang Yiming thought she was going to explain, but the little girl said:

"You just found out."

Jiang Yiming opened his mouth wide, not knowing how to respond.

Ruan Qian lowered her head and said as she redo the wrong questions:

"I want to marry Teacher Tong in the future."

"Ah?!" Jiang Yiming's voice was so loud that even the people chatting around couldn't help but look over. Jiang Yiming's mouth was trembling, but his deskmate looked calm and didn't realize how shocking her words were.

"Are you kidding?" Jiang Yiming lowered his voice.

"I'm kidding." Ruan Qian raised her eyes, "I'm serious."

"What are you talking about?"

A bloated figure flashed over. It was Xu Hao, his face full of curiosity.

Jiang Yiming still wanted to cover up: "No...it's okay."

"Go on! I seem to hear someone is going to marry someone else," Xu Hao said with a lewd smile, "Talking about love?"

"Who is talking about love with him?" Ruan Qian frowned, "I'm talking about Teacher Tong."

Xu Hao was confused: "What?"

Don’t think that boys don’t gossip, gossip is human nature, or even worse, it’s a bad habit, and it has nothing to do with gender.

A few minutes later, Xu Hao understood. He took a deep breath and said all his words in one sentence:

"grass."

"Don't tell anyone else." Ruan Qian buried her head in reviewing and said this.

The two boys looked at each other and muttered in their hearts: But you look like you don't care.

It's impossible not to tell it. This kind of shocking news must be shown off once someone is caught.

At night, the boys' dormitory started a story session. Xu Hao was so excited when he told the story that the other boys didn't believe him at first, but when they saw Jiang Yiming's depressed and decadent look, they began to doubt him.

Everyone knows that Jiang Yiming has a crush on Ruan Qian.

"Minggou, does Ruan Qian really like Teacher Tong?"

"That's what she said." Jiang Yiming lay on the bed, exhausted and depressed. "Don't spread it out."

"Don't worry, we have integrity." The good brothers assured one after another, and then sighed, "Oh, what a waste of resources."

"Maybe she noticed that you like her and is finding a reason to reject you." A buddy suddenly had an idea.

"Maybe." Jiang Yiming looked up at the sky. "She rejected me anyway. But I feel like she didn't lie. She really likes Teacher Tong."

"Hey, actually I like Ruan Qian too." someone said.

"Fuck, didn't you say you didn't like it before?" Jiang Yiming was angry.

"I'm just afraid of hurting the brotherhood." The man said, "Anyway, there's no hope for anyone now."

Everyone was silent.

Jiang Yiming fell back on the bed: "Yeah, there's no hope."