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

Ruan Qian got up early in the morning, sat on the sofa, and stared at her phone nervously. Tong Yao and Dong Yang accompanied her silently. Tong Yao said:

"Don't be nervous, even if you don't do well in the exam..."

She paused, and suddenly changed her voice to a low voice, "…Am I not yours too?"

Dongyang opened his eyes wide and wanted to come closer to listen to the whisper.

But Ruan Qian just pursed her lips and did not accept this statement.

The phone vibrated, Tong Yao took a look, a little surprised, but also expected:

"Xu Yin is the top scorer, with 718 points."

When the little girl heard this, she became even more nervous.

She actually thought that she was extremely lucky, she used tricks to get high scores in the composition, she was not careless at all, and then she won the title of top scorer... Well, in fact, anything in this world requires hard work to get, and she shouldn't have such a shameful idea of ​​luck.

It should be whatever number it is.

at noon.

She sent a text message to check immediately, and a few seconds later, her results were sent to her mobile phone.

Name: Ruan Qian

Total score: 681

Chinese:105

Mathematics:150

English:140

Science:286

——It’s done.

Undoubtedly a high score.

Her mind was empty and she could only hear Teacher Tong's congratulations.

She suddenly wondered where the lotus lantern had gone along the Tuojiang River.

Chapter 144: Big Wave of Bad Girls

Twenty days later, Ruan Qian returned to school again.

It’s not quite accurate to say that she was returning to school, because she already lived in the school and she was just going to the teacher’s office.

Today, I came to pick up my files and the books I need to fill out my application form.

It was also the last time for quite a few people to meet.

Because of the geographical advantage, Ruan Qian came very early, and arrived at the office before it opened. She is still in a dreamlike state. With 681 points, she ranks 57th in the province in science. Her dream is coming true and it is within her reach.

Two years ago, I probably would never have imagined where I am today.

She leaned over the railing, taking in the campus, the memories in her heart filling the empty corridors, just as they always did.

I am a young classmate who is in my prime.

There was a second model honor roll on the wall of the corridor. She scanned the familiar names on it and smiled knowingly. Just then, someone called her:

"Ruan Qian!"

She turned around and found that it was the labor camp inmate, holding a key and opening the office door.

"Hello, Teacher Li." She bowed her head politely.

"Hey, it's you. You came so early." The labor reformer smiled and said, "Congratulations. You scored higher than Ji Chen and Yin Jiali this time. But what happened to your Chinese score? You rarely score so low. Did you write off topic in your composition?"

The average Chinese score in the class is over 110.

Ruan Qian scratched her head embarrassedly: "Yeah. It's a narrative essay I wrote."

"Hey, I told you to proceed steadily and not to cut corners," the labor reformer shook his head regretfully, "but your score is enough. Come in, you came early so I'll give you the file first. But the books haven't arrived yet, so you have to wait."

"Well, I'm not in a hurry."

Ruan Qian received the file and walked out of the office, running into Ji Chen. The former squad leader had his hair permed, was wearing trendy and fashionable clothes, and smiled at her:

"Hi."

She was stunned for a moment and whispered:

"Slut."

This person was thinking about her teacher Tong, and she remembered that.

At 10am, more and more people arrived at the school, and the topic among them was how they did on the exam. After so many days, everyone can now face their results calmly, and there is no reluctance to part, and everyone is looking forward to a new life.

“Is Zhongnan stable?”

"Steady, steady."

"I envy you guys. A lot of people I know went to Central South University and Hunan University."

“There are many people who want to go to Beijing.”

"How can it be compared with the same university?"

The students gathered at the classroom door, wanting to enter, but the door was locked. They could only look inside through the back window like they did in the old labor camps, feeling filled with emotion.

"I wonder if my treasure has been taken away by my junior classmates."

"Who wants your crappy notebook?"

Ruan Qian squeezed into the crowd and looked at her seat. The notebook she had placed on the table before leaving was gone, and she didn't know who had the notebook.

"Teacher Li asked the boys to move the books!" Yin Jiali ran out of the office and shouted.

The boys heard the familiar orders, complained a few words, and went downstairs laughing and cursing.

What was moved up was a pile of thick volunteer application guides, which were distributed to each person. It was the weight of an entire high school.

"You can go back after you get it." Li Hanqiang said, "There will be a briefing session in the gymnasium this afternoon. Many university admissions officers will be there. If you want to attend, go and join."

"okay."

A group of people answered, and someone looked around and said regretfully:

"Hey, I didn't see Teacher Tong."

"Teacher Tong is not the homeroom teacher, so he must not be here today."

Ruan Qian, who saw Teacher Tong every day, raised the corners of her mouth slightly when she heard this conversation.

There was nothing else to do in the morning, so the girl took the files and books home first. On the way home, she thought about Ji Chen's hairstyle, touched her own pigtails, sighed, and felt a little rustic.

What she meant was that Ji Chen and her hairstyle were both unfashionable.

When she said she wanted to change her hairstyle, Tong Yao said in surprise:

"But I think you look good like this. You look like a girl from the Republic of China."

That’s right, she is smart and pure, that’s what the boys who like Ruan Qian think.

But Ruan Qian felt that she couldn't maintain this style forever.

She wanted to be more mature, preferably to be a domineering and majestic elder sister, rather than looking younger than Teacher Tong when she walked down the street with him.

"Then I'll help you curl it." Tong Yao suggested, "Don't go outside to perm it, try it at home first and see the effect."

She turned and went into the house, and came out quickly with a curling iron in her hand, smiling:

"Come, sit down."

"Teacher Tong, you also know how to use this?" The little girl opened her eyes wide in disbelief, and then was pressed on the stool by a hand.

"My mom taught me. She always made me learn things I didn't want to do." Tong Yao shrugged. "I'll think about how to use it... Yeah, I haven't forgotten it yet."

She was not interested in it at first, but once she used it on Ruan Ruan, she suddenly became motivated. She wet the little girl's hair first, and applied essential oil to make her hair smell like roses. Then she divided her hair and wrapped it around the curling iron...

Gradually, Ruan Qian felt a slightly hot heat source beside her, and the air seemed to be scorched.

"Don't move, it's very hot." Tong Yao stood behind the little girl and said softly, holding the curling iron steadily in her hand, "It will be so hot that blisters will form."

The little girl's hair was the same as hers, thick and long, and difficult to take care of, but for the sake of looking good... she endured it.

After curling one bunch of hair, there was another one. Ruan Qian sat there obediently, motionless like a doll.

Suddenly, the puppet spoke:

"I want to change my position."

"Ok?"

"I want to go to the dressing table. There's a mirror."

"Want to see the results? Don't be impatient, it will be quick." Tong Yao quickened the action of wrapping the hair.

Ruan Qian shook her head and said softly: "I want to see you."

Tong Yao paused, her heart skipped a beat, she silently finished curling the hair in her hand, and whispered:

"Go sit by the dressing table."

Ruan Qian curved her eyes and smiled with satisfaction. She moved to the round stool in front of the mirror, sat with her legs apart, and rested her hands between her legs like a little monkey. She looked at Teacher Tong in the mirror and said:

"Teacher Tong's hairstyle is still the best."

"Ah?" Tong Yao looked at her hair. "I cut it before. It was too long before."

"Why did you cut it?" Ruan Qian complained. "It's so beautiful. What a pity."

“It’s very long now.” Tong Yao laughed, “It was too long before, and someone would sit on it accidentally. It hurt so much.”

"Oh……"

Ruan Qian thought about it and thought that Teacher Tong’s hair was sat on by someone else. She would feel very unhappy at the thought of it. Very unhappy.

A shorter cut would be good too.

"Okay," Tong Yao pulled out the curling iron, picked up the spray on the table, and sprayed it on the little girl's hair, "I'll style it for you."

That's it.

Ruan Qian looked in the mirror and subconsciously sat up straight, as if facing someone else. From pigtails to curly hair, she seemed to have really become a different person, a dramatic change.

——Yes, that’s the feeling she wants.

She turned around and found Teacher Tong staring at her blankly. Realizing her own mistake, Tong Yao was slightly embarrassed and turned her head away, saying:

“…It’s pretty nice.”

More than good.

It really pokes her.

She said a long time ago that she prefers the queen type, like Lu Bingjie. She likes Ruanruan because she develops feelings for him over time, and the little girl is too aggressive, but if Ruanruan appeared in front of her with this image on the first day... she would probably feel the throbbing feeling in advance.

"really?"

Ruan Qian stood up. She was actually a few centimeters taller than Tong Yao, but Tong Yao always wore high heels outside, so she looked like a little sister with pigtails. But now, everything was reversed.

"It's quite troublesome. This will only work for one day, right?" She held her hair, which was still warm, and twisted it into a spiral around her fingertips.

"It's not a trouble. I can roll it for you every morning. It only takes about ten minutes." Tong Yao said quickly.

Ruan Qian tilted her head, rubbed her hair, and suddenly said:

"Let's go for a walk? Buy some snacks and popsicles to take home."

Tong Yao understood the little girl’s feelings very well and said yes with a smile.

Along the way, Ruan Qian discovered that Teacher Tong always looked at her secretly. It was the kind of sneak glances that stayed on her face without moving his head. She was really afraid that Teacher Tong would hurt her eyeballs.

Is it that pretty?

She suddenly became more confident and pretended to look away, allowing Teacher Tong to look at her.

And, holding hands, equal exchange.

This was the first time they held hands openly in public.

Tong Yao subconsciously wanted to pull it out, but Ruan Qian said: