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

Moreover, the problem of classroom discipline does exist. After becoming familiar with Teacher Tong, some students became more unscrupulous.

Ruan Qian went straight to the office after class. She didn't see Teacher Tong, only Dong Yang who was practicing calligraphy at his seat. She half-knelt and asked, "Where's your aunt?" Dong Yang thought for a moment and said, "It seems she went downstairs."

The get out of class was about to end, so Ruan Qian hurried downstairs again.

The distance was short. As soon as she went downstairs, she saw Tong Yao on the other side of the corridor with her arms on the railing, her toes touching the ground, quietly enjoying the wind.

She walked to Tong Yao and also lay on the railing, facing the golden sun.

This floor now belongs to the second year of high school. The younger students were surprised to find the two beautiful visitors, and they admired them secretly and whispered to each other.

The temperature in early autumn was over 30 degrees, but it was still warm. Tong Yao stretched out her body, and her voice was also careless and lazy:

“Teaching senior high school students is so tiring.”

It seemed as if she was just a little tired, or even a little bit naive.

He's obviously just holding on.

Ruan Qian suddenly hated her classmates, those who talked in class, didn't hand in their homework, and even her incompetent class representative. Teacher Tong had a very good personality, which complemented the well-behaved class 4, but she couldn't handle the naughty class 7. She didn't want Teacher Tong to do something she didn't want to do, so she just did it herself.

They stood side by side in the busy corridor. Ruan Qian stretched out her hand, and inadvertently, her fingers slipped into the gap between the person's fingertips and then clasped them. Tong Yao paused, her shoulders trembled, and she was shocked and embarrassed for a moment, and wanted to break free as if she was almost electrocuted.

"Just a moment." Ruan Qian said.

"Not even for a moment, there are so many people here..."

"So what if we're seen? Can't female students and female teachers hold hands?"

Tong Yao's brain short-circuited and she was unable to refute this fallacy.

"Is Teacher Tong worried about the decline in math in our class?"

The hand brushed across the back of her delicate hand, the fingertips were as hot as fire, and made her feel a slight tingling and numbness.

"……Um."

She took off her disguise, lowered her eyelids, and her eyes were full of light. The decline of Class 7 was shocking even to her.

"Actually, Teacher Tong can be a little more aggressive." The little girl said this in a slightly fierce voice, "Don't worry about their face."

Some people do not observe discipline and secretly talk about this and that in class, which can confuse the minds of those around them and can be called black sheep.

"Yeah." Tong Yao naturally understood this principle.

But she couldn't be fierce.

She tried, but she wasn't scary at all when she was fierce - who would be afraid of a ragdoll cat with its fur standing on end?

When students don't study seriously, she doesn't get angry. She just gets anxious and helpless. She wants to make them realize the importance of study, but her approach is like talking to a deaf person and playing the lute to a cow.

The longer she worked as a teacher, the more she doubted whether she was suitable for this profession.

Maybe she was only suitable for teaching the so-called "good class", maybe she was only suitable for teaching Grade 1 and Grade 2. She did not doubt her knowledge level, but she also began to feel that she was not good enough to lead Class 7.

I have to go to the branch school next year. It will probably be like hell mode, with no one around at the beginning.

She remembered what her seniors had said: Don't make friends with students. It's too late. What should I do if they have already become friends? Should I break up with them?

She scratched her head and pulled out a few strands of troublesome hair.

"Forget it," she sighed, looking up to the sky, "I'll try to be a little more fierce."

There was a rush of hurried footsteps.

"Ruan Xi, I've been looking for you for a long time," Ji Chen pointed upstairs, "The labor camp wants you to come... erm."

He saw their interlocked fingers.

Tong Yao's breathing stopped at this moment, and she immediately wanted to pull her hand away, but the little girl held it tightly, as if they were glued and couldn't be separated.

Ruan Qian smiled at Ji Chen as if nothing had happened:

"I'll go."

Ji Chen swallowed and took a step back. When he saw Teacher Tong’s blushing face, he understood everything.

"Then... I'll go up first."

When Ji Chen ran to the stairs, he couldn't help but look back at the two of them.

Tong Yao felt like her blood was boiling, especially in her brain. Burning shame flowed through her body, and every inch of her skin was burning. When she realized that they were still holding hands, she shook her head in shame, unable to say a word, and went back to the office angrily.

Seeing Dong Yang, she controlled her emotions, and Dong Yang showed her the calligraphy she had practiced. She absentmindedly praised him, and then the little girl came in from the door.

"Teacher Li." Ruan Qian walked to Li Hanqiang's desk and glanced in the direction of Tong Yao, who was pretending to give instructions to Dong Yang.

"Aunt, Ruan Qian is here." The child's voice was otherworldly.

"I know," Tong Yao lowered her head and gritted her teeth, "Let's practice our writing."

The next class is math class, but she is now afraid to enter the classroom, for fear that as soon as she enters the classroom she will hear someone say, "Did you know that Ruan Qian just held Teacher Tong's hand and refused to let go, and Teacher Tong's face turned red?" Where is her dignity as a teacher!

While Dong Yang was practicing writing, she glanced at the little girl. Ruan Qian and Laogai were mumbling something, and then she took a yellow notebook and left.

"Teacher Li," she couldn't help but say, "Why is Ruan Qian here with you?"

Li Hanqiang took a sip of tea, opened his eyes wide, and said:

"Let's discuss how to manage classroom discipline."

He didn't say it was a math class because he was afraid that the nursery rhyme would be difficult to think of, but since the person who came was Ruan Qian, such an explanation would be just an attempt to cover up the truth.

Tong Yao was silent for a moment and asked:

"So, have you come to an agreement?"

"I gave her a notebook. Please write down who doesn't pay attention in class. I will come to trouble him after class." Laogai said leisurely.

Tong Yao was stunned: "This kind of thing is too offensive to her classmates, right? And it also affects her listening to the class... Teacher Li, I have thought about it carefully. I was too indulgent to them before. I will strengthen the management in the future."

Laogai was ashamed: "It was not a task I assigned to her... She suggested it herself and wanted me to help. But I think this method is good. I want to try a few classes first to see the effect, kill the chicken to scare the monkey, and then it will be solved once and for all."

At the same time, in Class 7 classroom.

The bell rang, and before the teacher came, Ruan Qian suddenly stood up, attracting everyone's attention.

"Please pay attention," she said word by word, "In future math classes, I will write down the violations of discipline in my notebook and hand it over to Teacher Li after class.

"I hope everyone can work together to maintain our classroom discipline."

"Ah?" Someone immediately said in dissatisfaction, "Don't do it."

"You are not the disciplinary committee member..."

Everyone hates enemies within.

The classroom suddenly became noisy. Ruan Qian took a breath, maintained her composure, and continued:

"Also, I will write down any violation, no matter who it is. And—" She paused, "I will never cross it out."

At this point, the faces of those who thought, "If there is a violation, just ask her to erase it," finally changed. Everyone realized that a married classmate is like spilled water, and Ruan Qian is completely on the teacher's side.

When Tong Yao entered the classroom, she hesitated for a while at the door.

Did Ji Chen tell everyone about that?

Regardless, she went in ready to die.

The classroom was very quiet and there were no naughty students acting naughty.

Has everyone changed their gender?

After the class, she found that the discipline was surprisingly good. There were occasional whispers, but they were all like "Ruan Qian just wrote a few words on the notebook" and "Fuck, it can't be me."

The powerful dog held the imperial sword, making the restless students panic.

After class, Ruan Qian avoided several people who wanted to see her booklet. Those people were quite swearing. As soon as she reached the door, she was pestered by He Xueyu again:

"Xixi, when I was in class just now...you...you didn't remember me, did you?"

Ruan Qian hesitated, pursed her lips, and whispered:

"Feel sorry."

"Ah?" He Xueyu's face was full of disappointment. "I just said one sentence..."

Ruan Qian raised her head, her eyes red:

"You think I want to remember you?"

This is not something majestic.

The person who was punished felt wronged, but Ruan Qian felt even more wronged. However, for the sake of Teacher Tong's class, she was willing to endure such a situation.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to embarrass you..." He Xueyu said listlessly, "It's just that labor camp is too scary."

"Yes, I know." Ruan Qian said softly, "So don't break the rules next time."

She held the booklet in her arms and pushed open the office door. Compared to the hot classroom, the air-conditioned office was always refreshing, with a light floral scent that was refreshing. Since the labor reformer was not there, she put the booklet on the table and left quietly.

A minute later, the office door was opened again. A slender hand picked up the booklet on the table, and the sound of turning pages was heard in the quiet office.

“Even my bestie is listed.”

The nursery rhyme sighed quietly.

A stubborn child.

How did I end up having to rely on students to manage discipline for me?

She threw the booklet into her drawer to prevent Li Hanqiang from seeing it.

——There must be a better solution.

Chapter 131: Strings of Love

Not only students have to attend classes, but teachers also have to attend classes.

At noon, the school invited a famous teacher to give a lecture and required all teachers to participate. Tong Yao, who was not available to take care of Dong Yang, had to hand the child over to Ruan Qian and let them go home for lunch after lunch.

If someone saw Ruanruan with Dongyang, who knows how they would make fun of her.

But she's used to it.

"Do you know how much it costs for this teacher to give a lecture?" Lu Bingjie kept the topic mysteriously while walking on the road.

"do not know."

Nursery Rhyme shook her head.

Entering the third year of high school, she and Lu Bingjie spent less time together. It was not that their relationship became distant, but there were no music classes or other extra classes in the third year of high school, which resulted in their offices being even further apart than in the second year of high school.

"Two thousand!" Lu Bingjie stretched out two fingers exaggeratedly, "I don't know how many schools I will go to give lectures on this trip. This is too much money."

"He is a famous teacher after all..." Tong Yao was not very surprised.

When you reach the top of the industry, it’s not excessive to earn a little more money.

Arriving at the venue, I took my seat. An elderly woman was preparing on the stage. She was probably almost 60 years old. Many young teachers actually looked down on the lectures given by these senior teachers, thinking that times had changed, that the teachings were unreliable, and that the students who were taught at Peking University and Tsinghua University decades ago were not as good as those taught today. If it weren't for the school's regulations, no one would listen.

Just “probably”.

Because I really listen to the nursery rhymes seriously.

"This teacher has a strong accent." Lu Bingjie complained. She was a music teacher who came here just to join in the fun. "She doesn't speak Mandarin very well."

"A little bit, indeed."

It sounds a bit strenuous.

At this time, the respected teacher on the stage turned on the thermos cup, drank a sip of water, and said:

"A teacher once complained to me that she begged her students to study hard and talked to them, but in the end, the words she posted in the group were circulated by the students as if what she said was funny. She told me that she was completely disappointed and didn't want to be a teacher anymore.

"Those who don't want to learn won't learn just because you lower your attitude. A teacher should be a teacher..."

"My advice to students who violate the rules in class is to stop teaching and stare at them. Soon the class will be quiet and they will realize that it was them who disrupted the class and wasted everyone's time. Let them reflect on themselves."

Unexpectedly, after the lecture, I was enlightened, but I also benefited a lot. Even Lu Bingjie was stunned and said: "This teacher has something."

Much better than those money-swindlers.

Tong Yao put away her notebook and nodded in agreement.

"We haven't had dinner together for a long time. Why don't we go together?" Lu Bingjie suggested after the show.