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

"Teacher Tong, come in for a moment."

The nursery rhyme became even more curious.

In the bedroom, the brown cardboard box was opened, revealing the exquisite boxes inside, with clothes folded like spring rolls.

"Teacher Tong," the little girl smiled, "I give it to you."

"This is... a cheongsam?" Tong Yao was quite surprised. "Why are you giving it to me?"

"Your birthday is coming." Ruan Qian said with a smile.

April 4th is coming again in the blink of an eye.

Tong Yao was stunned, looked at the calendar, and found that it was indeed the case.

She is almost 20 years old.

20 is a very delicate age. She is embarrassed to call herself a girl, but she is not mature enough to call herself a queen. Of course, she doesn’t like the word girl, but the word “young”.

"You can also be a young woman." said the little girl with a smile.

Then he was rewarded with a look that was not fierce but charming.

Tong Yao held her chin up to her hand and thought about her life. She was 18 years old when she entered the school. Two years passed in a flash. Just like Jiang Wu said, if she delayed any longer she would become an old maid.

She stared at Ruan Qian, thoughtfully thinking that fortunately she was already in a relationship.

The little girl unfolded her cheongsam, which was azure in color, like an ink painting:

"Teacher Tong, do you think it looks good?"

Tong Yao looked her up and down and nodded: "It looks good. I have never worn a cheongsam before. But my birthday is not here yet, why are you giving it to me now?"

Ruan Qian raised the corners of her lips, and a shallow dimple appeared on her cheek:

"Because I want to see Teacher Tong wearing it now."

Nursery Rhyme: "!!"

"Please, Teacher Tong," the little girl begged, "You will look great in it."

The cheongsam also came with a pair of flesh-colored stockings and a folding fan. Tong Yao seemed a little resistant on the surface, but she had actually already started to wonder what she would look like in them.

To be honest, she quite likes dressing herself up. The prettier she is, the more accomplished she feels.

I also like dressing up for little girls.

"...Okay." She took the cheongsam in her hands and said in a low voice, "Let me try it on."

She wanted to go back to her bedroom, but she didn't want Dong Yang to find out about their little affair, so she walked to the door, stopped, and said hesitantly:

"I'll change here, you write the questions first."

The little girl said yes obediently, turned to the desk, and unexpectedly found that the computer screen was like a car window with film on it, and could be used as a mirror - she buried her head guiltily, and the sound of clothes falling to the ground reached her ears. She secretly glanced at the screen, her face flushed, and she saw the enchanting willow branches and vines, and the butterfly bones on the icy and jade-like neck. People are very greedy, and they want to own beautiful things when they see them. Ruan Qian lowered her head, not daring to look again, until someone stepped on the wooden floor and said:

"All right."

Looking back suddenly, I see her, who is of sky-blue color, more beautiful than the indigo landscape painting above.

The cheongsam really shows off her figure, especially Tong Yao, who has a slim waist, long legs, a firm chest and a perky butt. Her hair is simply tied at the back. She opens the fan and covers her face shyly, thinking that the fan is a really good thing as it can just cover up her embarrassment.

Ruan Qian was stunned. The literal meaning was lost. After a long while, she managed to utter:

"nice."

"Really?" Tong Yao was both embarrassed and happy to be stared at, and whispered to change the subject, "It's actually slit..."

This was probably one of the few clothes that she wore that was somewhat sexy, the slit was just right, if it was any lower it would look restrained, if it was any higher it would look coquettish. Even so, she still felt uncomfortable.

"It looks good with the slits." The little girl said softly, "Teacher Tong, can you lie down?"

She didn't know why, but she listened to the little girl's words. As soon as she lay down, the little girl sat beside her and lowered her head to look at her. Ruan Qian called out "Yaoyao" softly, which made Tong Yao's heart tremble. Although it was clearly through her clothes, it seemed as if it was directly touching her skin.

Ruan Qian fumbled with her hands, but couldn't figure out how to take off her cheongsam. Tong Yao panted, her face flushed, and whispered:

"Unbutton the knot."

She demonstrated, unbuttoned her clothes delicately, paused, and said quietly: "I don't want to affect your studies..."

"It won't affect me." Ruan Qian's face turned red. "I... won't do anything out of line."

After unbuttoning the buttons and pulling the zipper on the side, the cheongsam slid down from the shoulders to the waist, with the cuffs stuck at the elbows.

"Teacher Tong," Ruan Qian whispered, "Do you want to take your hands out of your sleeves?"

"no, do not want……"

The cheongsam is worn from the bottom up like pants. Tong Yao felt that if she pulled her hands out, the cheongsam would most likely be taken off, so she wanted to leave herself a final, reserved sense of security.

"That's it..." she said in a trembling voice.

"Ah."

Ruan Qian lowered her head, looked well-behaved, and hugged her gently.

Tong Yao closed her eyes and did not object, but this was the most shameful thing she had ever experienced in her life.

After experiencing the absurd and decadent April, Tong Yao's life opened a new chapter at the age of 20.

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At the end of April, local high school seniors resumed classes.

The epidemic is better controlled than expected. Even after the school reopened, the school strictly inspected. After not seeing each other for more than three months, the classmates are a little unfamiliar with each other. Moreover, because of staying at home, there are many people who are ten pounds fatter. Some people just got their hair cut and are unsightly. Everyone teases each other, but when they think about the more than 30 days before the college entrance examination, they can't laugh anymore.

In more than thirty days, I will leave this campus.

Thinking about it this way, I feel a little sad.

But they had no time to feel sad as they used every minute to review.

During the evening self-study class, Tong Yao walked into the classroom, and everyone was writing furiously. She didn't need to say anything, she just sat on the stage, her eyes swept over the little girl, and those shameless fragments flashed through her mind.

She lowered her head to avoid being seen blushing.

She also didn't expect that she would become more and more...unrestrained.

But in the next month, I will no longer take online classes at home. I will have to get up early and go to bed late every day, and I will have to focus on studying.

Yeah.

Three minutes before the end of the evening self-study get out of class, Ji Chen suddenly stood up. Tong Yao was stunned to see him coming. The students in the audience could only vaguely hear the discussion on the stage.

"… Well, that's fine. Can't you just come?"

"My voice is unpleasant, let Teacher Tong come."

"Ok."

After saying that, Ji Chen quickly walked back to his seat.

There were a few crisp claps from the podium.

"Classmates, there are still three minutes until the end of get out of class," Tong Yao said with a smile, "I have been with you for two years. This is fate, and I am very happy. I believe that you also cherish the friendship between classmates. Ji Chen just suggested that we sing a song like the last senior class did to commemorate our high school years. What do you think?"

"Okay!" a boy shouted first.

Then, everyone said together: "Okay!"

"Then let's pick a song that wasn't sung by the last year's senior class... Everyone can sing 'Chengdu', right?"

"meeting!"

Nursery rhyme to clear the throat:

"Then I'll start."

Outside the window, a gentle evening breeze blew in. Then, soft singing floated out of the window.

"What made me shed tears,

"More than just last night's wine."

The voice of one person became the voice of sixty people. They stopped writing, thinking that there was something more important in life than scores. Some people almost sang with hoarse voices.

"What I am reluctant to leave is,

"More than your gentleness."

……

In May, in this rainy city, I am grateful to meet you.

Chapter 138: Skin Intimacy

As the college entrance exam approaches, the physical education classes that are usually absent are back. Teachers urge students to go out and exercise, but the students refuse and insist on doing practice questions.

"The body is the capital of revolution," the prisoner said. "It's only two weeks. What else can you learn? Go out and relax, and adjust your mindset."

He was always able to act arbitrarily, so he simply turned off the lights and fans and ordered the students to go out and move freely.

The students only dared to whisper and take their homework with them when they left.

Everyone else went to the playground, but Ruan Qian was more awesome and she went to the office.

At the end of May, Changsha was as hot as a furnace, and only the air conditioner in the office could cool their bodies and minds. Ruan Qian ranked 36th in her grade in the last mock exam, and it was obvious that she was in a better state of study than others when she was on vacation at home.

"Teacher Tong, I have summarized the types of questions about derivatives and comprehensive series. Please see if there are any mistakes."

"Well, let me see."

The bright sunshine shines in through the window, illuminating the notebook spread out on the table. The young teacher patiently explains, and the newly grown students nod their heads repeatedly. In the quiet time, the formulas and theorems also become gentle.

"nervous?"

"nervous."

"Don't be afraid, the college entrance examination is just an exam."

“Even if you say that, I’m still afraid.”

Ruan Qian has been suffering from insomnia since last month. She lies in bed without feeling tired, and her mind is full of the college entrance examination. She has worked hard for two years just for this exam, and she can't help but be nervous. Sometimes she cries secretly in the middle of the night for no reason other than anxiety and fear of failure.

If Tong Yao hadn't woken up in the middle of the night one day, she wouldn't have discovered it.

"Ruanruan," she knocked on the door gently, "Are you still awake?"

"……Um."

She opened the door, sat on the bed, and placed her hand on the little girl's shoulder through the quilt:

"Anxiety before the test?"

"……Um."

"Do you want me to accompany you?"

The little girl didn't say anything, but a hand reached out from under the quilt and grabbed her hand.

Tong Yao smiled, got into bed, and said softly:

"You're nervous, and everyone is nervous."

"But I think I'm more nervous than them. They laugh and joke every day... they don't seem to be afraid at all."

"That was just an act. Didn't you pretend to be calm in the classroom?"

"..."

"Of course, I know that your pressure is not only from study, but also from family and relationship..." Tong Yao paused and said, "You are already very strong. You are ranked 36th in your grade and have your own business. Your current income has exceeded that of many people. I am just a teacher now, and my salary is so little. You are already better than me."

The little girl glanced at her, but did not expose her self-defeating attempt to comfort her. She rolled over and stuck in front of the nursery rhyme.

Tong Yao touched the little girl's cheek and said, "Go to sleep."

Ruan Qian said nothing and closed her eyes, but the uneasiness still existed.

She sat up suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Tong Yao asked drowsily.

Something was thrown off the bed, making a sound of air vibrating, and Tong Yao suddenly realized that someone was sitting on her legs, approaching her, blocking out the moonlight.

She opened her eyes and saw the naked Ruan Qian.