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

At the end of the day, she is still a good child.

Chapter 123: Going Out

When Tong Yao woke up, Ruan Qian had just fallen asleep.

The time is six o'clock in the morning.

It was rare for this child to sleep in, so the nursery rhyme didn't wake her up. She sat up and changed her clothes secretly. After she was dressed, she walked to the door and looked back, suddenly having a sense of déjà vu.

bah bah bah.

The campus is silent during the summer vacation, as quiet and beautiful as a lotus pond on a sunny day. There is no noise, no car horns, and lying in an air-conditioned room is the greatest happiness.

Today was the weekend and she didn't have to make up classes, so the little girl slept peacefully until eleven o'clock. After getting up, the little girl walked into the living room and found that her breakfast had gone cold on the coffee table.

"Did you get enough sleep?" Tong Yao looked up. She always had endless things to do.

"Well," Ruan Qian said embarrassedly, "I'll heat up the breakfast and eat it at noon."

"Let's go to the cafeteria for lunch. This has been there for a long time." Tong Yao disagreed, "Go wash your face and brush your teeth first."

"Hmm." The little girl took a sip of water and ran to the bathroom. She found that the cup was already full. The toothbrush with toothpaste squeezed on it was placed on the cup, emitting a faint strawberry scent.

Everything was prepared for her.

She felt sweet and warm in her heart, and just wanted to hug Teacher Tong and express her love to her heart's content.

"Teacher Tong!"

Tong Yao heard the call from the bathroom, but before she could respond, she heard the little girl say:

"Where are the clothes I changed out of yesterday?"

"I threw it in the washing machine," she explained. "The stuff in my pocket was on the table."

The little girl stuck her head out, blushing:

"So, what about the underwear..."

Tong Yao was stunned, a little embarrassed:

"I... washed it by hand, and didn't mix it in the washing machine."

The little girl's head shrank back, her face burning.

Even though they had become lovers, she felt embarrassed when her private parts were washed by Teacher Tong.

The little girl came out of the bathroom and ran to the balcony. Sure enough, her panties were hanging and fluttering in the wind, which made her feel even more ashamed.

Finally, she sat on the sofa, leaned on the nursery rhyme, and said:

"I'll help Teacher Tong wash next time."

Tong Yao was embarrassed: "No need."

Ruan Qian didn't argue, she leaned against him quietly. During the period of passionate love, she felt that no matter how clingy they were, she would never be satisfied and wished they could be together all day and all night.

"Teacher Tong," she said, looking at her phone, "the website wants to cooperate with a publishing house to publish a single volume of my comics. We have been discussing this for several days. What do you think?"

After the summer vacation, her comics became charged on the website.

"Single volume..." Tong Yao paused the work in her hands, "I don't know what the market is like right now, let's talk about it first, and let me see the price when they give me the quotation."

The comic "Walking in a Dream" is now quite popular online. The evil and second-year plot in it can satisfy the psychological needs of teenagers to pretend to be cool and change the world. I just don't know how many people are willing to pay for the physical single volume.

"I showed them the outline," the girl showed her the chat history on her phone, "The royalty rate is 10%, the first print run is 3 copies, and the derivative profits are split -. The contract is for ten years."

"Sounds good to me."

Tong Yao took the phone and looked through it carefully. After a year of hard work on the website, the girl's comics had a solid foundation and the conditions for her to win were also good. She looked at the girl and found that the child was looking at her hopefully, as if asking "Is it reliable?"

"Sign it." She smiled, "Maybe you will get rich in the future."

"Really?!" the little girl was delighted.

"Well, if we calculate it at 8.8 yuan per comic book, and 30,000 copies are sold, you will have more than 20,000 yuan."

Ruan Qian opened her mouth slightly, but was disappointed:

"It's just over 20,000."

Tong Yao tapped her forehead gently:

"It's not like we can't print more copies. If it sells well, I'll print 300,000 or 3 million copies for you."

The little girl covered her forehead with her hands, her eyes filled with longing and yearning.

Tong Yao feels it's a pity that she didn't catch up with the golden age of physical comics in the past few years. Today, print media is declining, and first-grade children all use smartphones. It's really great to read comics on their phones.

But we can't be discouraged. After all, publishing a single volume is a major breakthrough.

At noon, the two came out for a walk after lunch in the cafeteria and noticed that there were quite a few people at the school gate, all students and parents. Ruan Qian felt like she saw her younger brother, then rubbed her eyes and realized that she was not mistaken.

"Xiaobei," the little girl ran out, "When did you come? Where's mom?"

The two beauties looked at him. Ruan Xiaobei looked uncomfortable and pointed at the notice posted at the school gate: "I came here last night. My mother was at home taking care of our father. I came here to take an exam. I have finished the exam and will go back in the evening."

"take an exam?"

Ruan Qian turned around to look at the announcement and learned that this was an early admission.

The most fundamental reason why No. 1 Middle School is so strong is that it absorbs high-quality students from all over the province. Even if you fail the high school entrance examination or come from other places, you can still get the opportunity to enter No. 1 Middle School in this exam.

"Then where did you stay last night?" Ruan Qian frowned.

"In an Internet cafe." The boy scratched his hair.

"You can sleep at our place," Tong Yao said with a smile, "At least you can sleep on the sofa."

Ruan Xiaobei's face turned red and he quickly said no.

He is probably a boy who is slow to catch on, and is still at a stage where he doesn't dare to get along with girls. What may seem like a very erotic thing to others is inexplicably shameful in his eyes.

"Hey, classmate, are you from No. 1 Middle School?" A middle-aged woman came over and glanced at the little girl's school uniform with envy on her face.

"Oh, yes." Ruan Qian was a little confused.

"Is the food in your school good?" The woman pulled over a girl who looked young and was probably here to take the entrance exam for No. 1 Middle School. "This is my daughter. She has taken the entrance exam twice and she wants to go to No. 1 Middle School."

The daughter raised her head and called out "Mom" in dissatisfaction.

"The food...is good." said Ruan Qian.

"How much is the monthly living expenses? Can you tell me, Auntie?" the woman asked tirelessly.

"Well, it depends on the individual." The little girl pondered, "One hundred a week is enough."

The girl next to her pulled her mother's arm again, probably because she thought her mother talked too much and caused trouble for others. Then her mother pulled her arm apart again. The woman kept nagging in a frustrated tone, "Mom is helping you with consultation."

"You can tell this little girl is a good student," judged another accompanying man.

"Yes, yes, classmate, studying in No. 1 Middle School is very stressful, right?" the woman said, "I see you have dark circles under your eyes. Is it more stressful than in junior high school?"

The little girl was almost dizzy from the question: "... Fortunately, I'm just over 100, so I'm not particularly tired."

"He ranked over 100 in No. 1 Middle School, that's incredible," the man said, his hands behind his back, looking very knowledgeable, "He almost got into Peking University or Tsinghua University, this student is really good."

After all, she was praising herself, so the girl held back and didn't spoil her performance. In fact, being ranked over 100 is still far from being admitted to Peking University or Tsinghua University. Although more than 90 people are admitted each year, that also includes liberal arts, self-recruitment, competitions, recommendations, etc. If you want to go to Peking University or Tsinghua University, you have to be in the top 50 in your grade at least.

After listening to their conversation, a bunch of parents gathered around and asked the little girl questions. The woman patted her daughter on the back and said:

"In the future, you should try to be like your sister, understand?"

The girl nodded perfunctorily and impatiently: "Yeah."

Ruan Qian never dreamed that one day she would become someone else's child.

Tong Yao tried to hold back her laughter, and ran to the side early, taking a picture of the little girl's embarrassment with her cell phone.

By the way, I asked, "Xiaobei, how did you do in the exam?"

Ruan Xiaobei raised his head. Even though he was just a junior high school graduate, he still couldn't resist her overwhelming charm. He said awkwardly:

"The results will be out at 2pm. English is a bit difficult...sister-in-law, um, brother-in-law..."

"Just call me brother-in-law." Tong Yao smiled.

Finally, the little girl fought her way out, pouting, and surprised that the teacher didn't help her escape.

Tong Yao smiled but said nothing.

Ruan Qian snorted and looked at the family just now. They were waiting for the scores anxiously, probably because they really wanted to go to No. 1 Middle School. The woman kept making the "Buddha bless you" gesture, the man said something with a kind face, and the girl pursed her lips, anxious and expectant.

This is just a microcosm of tens of millions of families.

At this moment, Ruan Qian wished every family could achieve their dreams. She felt that if this family passed the exam, she would also be happy.

"Maybe you will become my junior." She said to Ruan Xiaobei.

Ruan Xiaobei's face was calm, but his shaking hands showed his nervousness:

"That depends on whether I can pass the exam."

At 2pm, the admissions office came out and simply posted a piece of paper on the wall with a list of names. Instantly, everyone at the school gate rushed there, intellectuals, white-collar workers, all squeezed to the front of the list without any shame. When a mother found out that her child passed the exam, she burst into tears on the spot. When a father found out that his child did not pass the exam, even if he wanted to cross out other people's names and add his own child's, he could only pretend to be indifferent and back out, saying "It's okay, son, we will try harder next time."

The little girl was quick-witted. She ran to the wall before the list was posted. She read the list from beginning to end without squeezing through, then came out with a heavy look on her face.

Ruan Xiaobei felt heartbroken.

"Xiaobei, you..."

Suddenly, it turned into a gorgeous smiling face:

“I passed the exam!”

Ruan Xiaobei, who was very concerned about his image, immediately started beating his chest like a gorilla and jumping up and down.

Tong Yao smiled and said congratulations. Ruan Qian looked at the family again. The girl was hugging her mother's neck, laughing and dancing.

In the afternoon, Ruan Xiaobei took a bus back to southern Hunan. Tong Yao drove him to the bus station. The boy didn't say a word the whole time, just listened silently to his sister and brother-in-law showing their affection in front of him.

On the way back, Tong Yao received a phone call.

"Mom, why are you calling me?"

Knowing that it was Jiang Wu on the other end, the little girl sat quietly beside her. The evening light shone through the car window, painting their profiles golden.

"Ah? Granduncle...Mom, don't cry...He is so old..."

The tone of the nursery rhyme changed, and he panicked and stopped the car on the side of the road, as if he was comforting his strong mother for the first time.

More than ten minutes later, she hung up the phone and sighed.

"Teacher Tong..." Ruan Qian knew something was wrong and touched her fingers carefully.

"It's okay, I'll take you back to school." Tong Yao shook her head. "I may have to go out for a few days. Can you take care of yourself at home? Or you can go to my big house. There's only a nanny there..."

"No, no," the little girl said softly, "Teacher Tong, I'm fine."

"That's...ok."

Tong Yao looked up and started the car again.

"Teacher Tong, is your great-uncle sick?" the little girl asked in a low voice.

"He passed away," she said, not with a heavy expression. "He was over 80 years old, died of natural causes. It's considered a happy funeral."

The little girl listened and said "hmm" softly.

"In fact, I have only seen him a few times since I was a child, because his home is too far away. But when my mother was young, he took good care of her. He and my father often went to visit her during the New Year. My brother and I didn't want to go, so we stayed at home."

She parked the car in front of the school gate. "I'm mainly going to accompany my mother."

The car door opened, and the little girl sat for a while, then said, "Please tell Aunt Jiang to take care of her health." Then she stepped out with one foot, and quickly retracted it. In Tong Yao's surprised eyes, she leaned over and bit Tong Yao's earlobe:

"I'll wait for you to come back."

Chapter 124: Winter Sun

The train was running on the rails, making a rhythmic sound. The south was mountainous, and every few minutes it would pass through a tunnel, darkening the pastoral scenery outside the window and turning it into a dark and damp wall.

My great uncle's home is in a remote small town. There are no direct flights or high-speed trains to get there, so we can only take an ordinary train or car. Due to the fatigue of motion sickness when riding in a car, we finally chose the train.

The journey takes six hours.