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

"Eat..." Tong Yao hesitated a little, "I may not be free."

"You want to go back and take care of the kids?"

It was embarrassing to admit this, but Tong Yao, who was eager to go home, still nodded.

Having children at home makes her worried. If she used to think about where to travel, now she just wants to stay at home and be with her family.

Although those two little ones are not very orthodox family members.

"How are you going to find a boyfriend with your child?" Lu Bingjie was worried about her. "It's a bit of a delay for you."

She rolled her eyes: "Of course I'm looking for someone who is willing to treat my Dongyang well."

And it has been found.

She bought two loaves of bread and returned to the dormitory. As soon as she opened the door, the little girl who heard the noise came out of her bedroom and put a finger in front of her mouth:

"Dongyang is asleep."

She showed a look of understanding and took off her shoes quietly:

"Did you put her to sleep?"

Dongyang doesn't like taking naps and is always full of energy.

"Yeah." Ruan Qian jumped over to take a glass of water, "Teacher Tong, drink some water."

"Thank you. You should take a rest as well. You will have class again soon."

"Then, give me a kiss?" The little girl tilted her head, her eyes and mouth smiling.

"Kiss your head." Tong Yao tapped the little girl's forehead unhappily. She hadn't yet pursued the matter of holding hands yesterday.

Ruan Qian was not discouraged. She took out a comic book from somewhere and smiled happily:

"Teacher Tong, clang clang——"

Tong Yao's attention was drawn, and she opened her eyes wide and asked in surprise: "Your comics?"

"Hmm~"

"Let me see."

She flipped through the pages quickly, and the more she read, the more surprised she became. It was hard to imagine that such a decent comic book was written by the underage girl who loved to stick to her. This feeling was called... my daughter has grown up? In her eyes, Ruanruan was always that pitiful child, but time passed quickly, and in just one year, she had already transformed from a cocoon into a butterfly.

"Great." She closed the comic and smiled: "I hope the comic sells well."

"Just one sentence?" The little girl lowered her eyes, with a look of reluctance on her face.

“Then give me a kiss?” Tong Yao blinked.

"Just a kiss?" Ruan Qian emphasized the word "kiss".

——Pushing the limit.

Between lovers, the next step of kissing is...

Tong Yao felt deeply that she was being teased, and immediately threw a pillow at the child, wishing she could kill him on the spot:

"Okay you!"

"Teacher Tong, what are you doing? I said I could kiss you twice!" Ruan Qian caught the pillow and said aggrievedly.

"You're pretending well, so I must have wronged you." Tong Yao snorted, "Do you know how those generals with great military achievements in ancient times died?"

The little girl hugged the pillow and shook her head.

Tong Yao wiped her neck and said, "His achievements are so great that they frighten the master. His rank cannot be promoted any higher, so the only thing he can do is find a reason to kill him."

"Then there are those who rebel..." the little girl muttered.

Tong Yao raised her eyebrows: "You want to rebel?"

Ruan Qian shook her head like a rattle, knelt on the sofa, and said in the tone of a TV drama:

"Ruan Qian has absolutely no second thoughts. If Your Majesty wants me to die, I will die immediately."

Glib tongue.

Tong Yao just wanted to throw another pillow over, but found that there was no pillow here, so she said depressedly: "Who told you to die, you are so talkative. Give me a pillow."

Ruan Qian slowly moved to Tong Yao's side, handed her the pillow, and said quietly:

"Your Majesty, the salary has not been paid for a month."

Nursery rhyme: "..."

The little girl also sighed: "Mathematics and physics are both fierce and powerful. How can our army repel the enemy if we don't have enough food?"

You're still having fun, aren't you?

Tong Yao still wanted to tease the child, but when she thought about how Ruanruan was beating around the bush just to get a kiss, she started to wonder if she was "starving" the child.

Are you very abstinent?

Abstinence is always better than indulgence.

But... perhaps, a balance can be found between abstinence and indulgence.

"Then, if I give you a salary..." She hesitated and leaned forward, "Will that allow you to fight with peace of mind?"

Ruan Qian was stunned, and then she nodded vigorously, even a little anxiously in Tong Yao's eyes. What about going through fire and water and dying without hesitation, what about the sword of our king pointing to the direction of our hearts, that's all false, people dying for money is real.

"Just sit there and close your eyes." Tong Yao coughed lightly, and the line "I and the general took off our battle robes" popped up in her mind. If the author knew that this good poem was misinterpreted by later generations, he would probably be furious... However, it was very appropriate.

The girl in front of him sat upright. She licked her dry lips and slowly moved closer. She touched the upper lip first, then the lower lip closed, and the soft flesh on the lips bit the other's lips. This was a gentle and lingering bite. Her clear eyes gradually became shimmering, then misty, and finally closed. As they rubbed their ears, she gave the rhythm to the other.

This is intimacy, this is enjoyment, this is a kiss between lovers. She is like a not-so-sensitive car, which can't be started no matter how many times it is started - but this doesn't mean that she will never be able to light up. This time, she suddenly felt her body was restless, her legs subconsciously closed together, and her body became awkward and uneasy. Just when she needed comfort, a hand boldly grabbed her and rubbed her belly with the thumb. Normally, she would be furious, but now... she couldn't even say "stop".

"Yaoyao..." Ruan Qian called softly. She sat on the edge and slowly pressed Tong Yao onto the sofa. Her movements were so slow that it seemed as if time had stopped. Lying down seemed to make her body more sensitive. Tong Yao's face flushed, and she let the hand tickle her without saying a word. She seemed to realize that this general not only wanted a salary, but also a pay raise; she also realized that she was... quite willing to do so.

Just don't add too much at once.

Chapter 132: Rumors

The stars move and autumn goes and winter comes.

Life in the third year of high school is monotonous. As soon as you open your eyes in the morning, you know what the day will be like. In the twelfth lunar month, the cold air moves south, and the sun is really as weak as an old man in winter, leaving students who cannot feel the warmth from the outside world lying in bed.

170 days left until the college entrance examination.

The students studied numbly, not knowing when the countdown board changed from the number starting with 3 to the number starting with 1. During the morning reading, a group of people read at a very fast speed, like a whole temple of monks chanting Buddha's name, which was so suffocating.

In the office, the air conditioner had just been turned on in the morning. Tong Yao hugged a blanket and made herself a cup of hot tea. Although the math teacher was tired, he had no morning reading and could rest assured to catch up on his sleep at this time every day.

"Have you heard? It seems there's flu again." Liu Jian was shaking his legs while eating a bun.

"It's normal to get the flu in winter." Li Hanqiang had just finished checking his morning reading. "I'm almost pissed off to death by those bastards."

"What's wrong? Didn't Class 7 do well in the last monthly exam?"

"What's the point of being good at science? If you don't pay attention to Chinese, you will suffer in the college entrance examination sooner or later."

"That's right. By the way, Ruan Qian, who gave a speech at the grade meeting yesterday, is amazing. She was ranked outside the top several hundred last year, but now she's ranked in the top 50. She's been improving. Do you have any secret?"

"Yes, that's the one who runs to the office every day," Laogai said with a smile, "What secret is there? It's Teacher Tong who taught me well."

"No, I just teach a math subject." Tong Yao covered her face.

The air in the room gradually became warmer, and there was a sense of peace and happiness. Tong Yao yawned and clicked on the recent news. Among the list of entertainment industry scandals, the words "unknown flu" caught her attention.

Is this the flu that Teacher Liu just mentioned?

She flipped through a few reports at random, but didn't feel the seriousness of the situation, so she continued to eat other gossip. Who cheated on her husband, which celebrity's stills were exposed, and...

【Beautiful girl cartoonist Tamamo】

When she saw this entry, she was stunned. How could she eat the melon on herself so early in the morning?

She quickly clicked on it and found that the person who posted it was a marketing account with millions of followers. The content was basically about promoting products, and it also included screenshots of comics, photos of little girls, and even a GIF of a speech at a grade meeting. Ruan Qian was full of youth in the picture, wearing a sky blue and cloud white school uniform with a chestnut scorpion braid. The pure aura of first love was almost overflowing from the picture.

[I found a super nice treasure comic. When I looked at the author, I found out that she is a super beautiful and talented young lady! I found the pictures from her Weibo and Tieba. She is said to be in high school and a top student! ]

It was posted in the early morning and there were already thousands of comments.

Is this... a good thing?

She thought she could still help promote Ruanruan's comics, but when she turned to the comments section, she found that the direction of the first hot comment was not what she expected.

[Poor family, but can drive a luxury car? Think about it carefully. ]

【image】

Tong Yao was a person with a good temper and good upbringing, but when she saw the word "品", she suddenly had the urge to swear. The fire in her heart was easily aroused, and she couldn't help but be furious.

She knew what it was without even clicking on the picture.

But she clicked it anyway, and as expected, it was indeed her car. The little girl in the picture was opening the door and stepping one foot inside.

[Damn, even high school students are not spared? ]

[Alas, it looks good, but it doesn’t love itself. ]

[I laughed. I would rather cry in a luxury car than laugh on a bicycle. Do you understand? This is called progress.]

[The comics are ordinary, but it’s different with a sponsor. 】

Although they have never met each other, passers-by are willing to speculate the transactions behind it with the greatest malice, to lament the decline of morals, and to be indignant about the change of people's hearts. There are hundreds of replies on this floor, and no one has tried to refute the rumors and clarify them, allowing public opinion to ferment.

This is normal. Only a few people know that it is her car. She stays in school all year round. Except for special circumstances, she almost never drives out. Even if she drives, she will avoid the peak school hours. Moreover, with the strengthening of home-school interconnection, students' mobile phones no longer have a place to hide. At least during school, all students are oblivious to what is happening outside.

——It must be resolved as soon as possible.

It was a critical period in her senior year of high school, and she didn't want anyone or anything to disturb Ruanruan's studies, not to mention that the matter itself was inextricably linked to her.

How to clarify?

She explained what happened, proved that the car was hers, and then published it on various platforms. In this way, while the heat was still there, making a quick explanation was the most reasonable way she could think of. Ruanruan was not a star, and not many people paid attention to her. Once the explanation was late, not many people would read it. At that time, it would become extremely difficult to redeem the misunderstood popularity.

She didn't want to waste even a minute, and immediately edited the text, but after deleting and revising it, she still felt dissatisfied. She talked a lot of nonsense. She accused the onlookers of believing in rumors and easily led passers-by to the opposite side, so she only left a few short sentences in the end:

"The car is mine, take her to the station. Senior year is very busy, please don't disturb my students."

She attached a photo of the car keys, but thinking that no one would question the ownership of the car, she deleted it and replaced it with a photo of herself and the little girl - a photo taken in the winter sun, with the afternoon sun dyeing the curtains golden, and the two of them sitting on the sofa, one working and the other reciting a book.

release.

She has hundreds of thousands of followers on Weibo, most of whom come from Bilibili. She never thought about how many people would watch her math online class, but it turns out that there are many people in the world who love to study or are bored. Her fans on Bilibili have quietly approached one million. She is actually quite puzzled. Apart from study questions, she never interacts with fans. When there are too many people asking questions, she doesn't even have time to answer study questions. In the videos, she goes straight to the class without saying anything. Apart from math, it's all math. It's amazing that such a taciturn person can attract so many people's attention.

Tong Yao opened the little girl’s Bilibili account and saw that she only had a pitiful 9 followers. Compared with her own... it was quite shabby.

Ruanruan's latest post was a drawing, but the comments had been flooded with people questioning whether she was being kept by someone. Those words were filthy and disgusting. Tong Yao pursed her lips into a straight line, suppressed her anger, copied the post on Weibo, and posted it again.

Everything that could be done has been done.

She was feeling very angry and went to the corridor outside to relax.

The teaching building was shaped like a Chinese character "匚" from a bird's eye view, with Class 7 at the far end and her office at the corner diagonally opposite. Looking down, she could see that in the corridor of Class 7, students who felt the pressure of being a senior year in high school moved their chairs outside to memorize their lessons. A girl put her book on the railing, and even though the book was covering her face, Tong Yao could tell from her hairstyle that she was soft.

Do you want to tell Ruanruan about this?

Just wait.

Wait until lunch break, wait until the commentary winds turn.

She didn't want her innocent little girl to be disturbed and polluted by those infuriating and disgusting words.

After the morning reading, the students who were so sleepy that they were dizzy were lying on the tables in the classroom. After collecting the math homework, Ruan Qian ran to the office alone with a small mountain of books. But this time something unexpected happened. When she passed the stairs, two boys rushed out, as if they had chased the little girl from the first floor to the fifth floor. They were so aggressive that they knocked over the little girl's mountain of books with one elbow. The homework of the whole class was scattered all over the floor. There was water on the ground, and some people's homework was even dirty.

"Sorry, sorry!" The boy made a "please" gesture with a smile, and when he saw his companions chasing him, he ran away.

Ruan Qian realized for the first time that it made sense that chasing and fighting was not allowed in the teaching building. She bit her lip, squatted down, and picked up the homework books one by one. She didn't know how to explain those wet ones to her classmates.

office.

Tong Yao has been waiting for nearly ten minutes. The first class is about to start, but the homework has not been submitted yet. Could it be that Ruanruan forgot about it?

Because she had to correct the homework in the second math class, she had to go and urge them. Before she reached Class 7, when she passed the stairwell at the corner, she found the girl she was looking for.

Her little girl was sitting on the steps, flipping through the homework in front of her and folding the books one by one.

The homework for Class 7 is collected by group for easy distribution; each homework book must be turned to the content assigned for the day and clamped together like a nesting doll to facilitate the teacher's correction.

"What's wrong?" Tong Yao frowned, walked closer, squatted down, picked up a soaked homework, and asked softly, "Did it fall to the ground?"

"...Yeah." The little girl said sullenly.