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

The branch school is between second-rate and third-rate, and we have to do both.

Although I don't really want to check the boys' dormitory, I still have to go. In a school like this, if I don't check the dormitories, these kids will have a blast at night. Fortunately, the school stipulates that the dormitory inspections are done after the lights are turned off, so I don't have to worry about seeing anything I shouldn't see.

She just waited in the office until 11 o'clock.

Being a class teacher is not a job for human beings.

She walked downstairs to the dormitory and recalled the location of the Class 9 dormitory. The corridor was very quiet at night, but she could hear laughter from some dormitories when she passed by them. The dormitory had eight people in one room and a private bathroom. The conditions were neither good nor bad in the south. The people in the dormitory were divided according to their admission scores, which meant that some dormitories might have good discipline, while others might have very poor discipline.

417 Dormitory.

She walked past quietly and looked through the window. Everyone inside should be asleep. She glanced at the list at the door and saw that it was indeed the group with better grades.

Next door, 418.

As soon as she reached the door, she heard laughter from inside and saw the lights of cell phones from the window - cell phones were not collected during military training, which made these students very happy.

She frowned, knocked on the door, and pushed it open. The dormitory door was not locked, and the only way to close it was to use toilet paper to block it.

The dormitory became quiet in an instant.

"You didn't sleep so late, you weren't tired enough during the day, right?" She said coldly, "I'll ask Instructor Wang to give you some extra food?"

"Teacher, no, no," Li Minghe, who was on the upper bunk, poked his head out and said with a smile, "We will go to bed right away."

Tong Yao ignored him and walked inside. There was a curtain hanging on the bed in front of her, and she didn't know what was going on inside.

"Teacher, don't go over there," a boy said with a sly smile, "Wu Zhiyun sleeps naked."

Tong Yao's expression froze.

As a result, the curtain in front of him was suddenly pulled open, and Wu Zhiyun, who was wearing pajamas, said in embarrassment:

"You sleep naked!"

"..." Tong Yao held her forehead with her hand, "Be quiet, go to bed early, and don't play with your phone."

The dormitory was quiet again.

Tong Yao stood there for a while, sniffed, turned around silently, and before closing the door, she sighed and said:

"Li Minghe, put on your clothes and come out for a moment."

She went out and stood in the corridor, feeling the summer night breeze.

Not long after, Li Minghe came out, with the boys' laughter and encouragement behind him.

"You smoked, didn't you?"

Tong Yao got straight to the point and looked up at the 1.80-meter-tall boy. "I can smell the cigarette smoke on your clothes even from where I am."

Li Minghe was stunned, turned his face away, and did not admit it:

"No."

He was an old hand, and it was difficult to punish him for smoking as long as he was not caught on the spot. Teacher Tong would not go into their toilets, so he could smoke as much as he wanted in the dormitory, and he only had to be careful of the director of the student affairs office for surprise inspections when he smoked in the toilets of the teaching building.

"You are only 15 years old. I think you should know how much harm smoking does to your body." Tong Yao said calmly, "I have heard of students who smoked and were taken to the hospital by their parents to have their lungs washed. That is torture. You don't live for others, but you should also consider the people who love you and yourself. Don't abuse your body and make yourself regret it in the future and make the people who love you sad."

Li Minghe lowered his head and suddenly felt annoyed.

This woman...

He thought the other party would use school rules and parents to pressure him, so he thought of ten thousand ways to fight back.

As a result, during his most rebellious period, he encountered the type of person he hated the most, who was someone who "persuaded people with reason and emotion."

Tong Yao lowered her voice: "The breakfast shop at the school gate is owned by your parents, right?"

Li Minghe paused suddenly, his pupils losing focus for a moment.

It is called a breakfast shop, but in fact it is just a mobile stall selling cold noodles. No one knows when the school will ask the urban management to drive it away.

"They work hard for you, you can definitely see that.

"You should be more sensible now."

Tong Yao looked at the time and saw that Li Minghe didn't say a word. She sighed and said, "Go back and rest."

Li Minghe returned to bed in a daze.

When his roommates asked with a lewd smile, "What did Teacher Tong say to you?", he became even more annoyed, growled "Bullshit", and stopped talking.

Seeing that he was in a bad mood, the others gradually fell silent.

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The dormitory check was quick, and it was only 11:15. Tong Yao walked into the girls' dormitory and found that there was another class's head teacher in the corridor. He was a male teacher, waving a flashlight around, almost blinding her eyes.

Isn't this intentional disturbing of the students?

She didn't know what to say, so she just focused on the students in her class and checked them carefully.

Girls are really no better than boys. They were talking in the first dormitory. She knocked on the door and went in, gave a warning, and when she was about to leave, she caught a glimpse of Xia Zhi sleeping in the lower bunk at the door.

"Why aren't you covering yourself with a blanket?" She hastily moved her eyes away from the smooth thighs under the girl's camouflage shirt and found that several girls were not covering themselves with a blanket. Not only that, but they were also leaning against the wall because they were afraid of the heat.

No one in the room was asleep. Xia Zhi felt a little shy for some reason and covered her thighs with a pillow:

"The quilt is in the cupboard...it's going to be squashed into a tofu block."

With less training, the requirements in life became more stringent. Tong Yao noticed that even the cups on the table were placed in the same direction.

"Okay," she thought it was cute, "it might still be a little cold at night, so keep warm."

"Teacher, it's not cold at all," a girl complained, "There's no air conditioning or fan, it's so hot... and there are mosquitoes, I can't sleep at all."

It’s summer in Changsha after all.

Tong Yao was helpless and could only comfort them: "Overcome the difficulties, and you will feel better if you are calm."

She knew it was useless to say this, but she had no choice. She thought about it and added before leaving: "I'll ask the school if they can install air conditioning."

"Well, thank you, teacher." The girl thanked him but didn't hold out any hope.

Students know very well what kind of nature the school is.

Tong Yao left the dormitory. The sound of cicadas coming from the trees outside the corridor was even more noisy in the sultry night.

indeed.

In this temperature, how can I sleep without air conditioning or a fan?

She turned to the next room. Perhaps because the sentry had given a tip-off, the other dormitories were very quiet. Just as she was about to leave, the door of the dormitory behind her suddenly opened.

"Teacher Tong."

Tong Yao turned around and looked at Song Zhifei in surprise: "What's wrong?"

Song Zhifei is wearing a nightgown, which matches her light yellow curly hair, giving her a Korean girlish beauty:

"Can you ask that male teacher not to check the dorms like that?"

"Ah?" She was slightly stunned.

"In the summer, we don't wear much. It's too hot and we don't want to cover ourselves with blankets. He always shines a flashlight inside and goes into the dormitories of girls in his class. I feel..." Song Zhifei wanted to say something more straightforward, but after thinking about it, he held back, "Not good."

It was just a matter of directly saying that the teacher had ulterior motives.

Tong Yao was silent for a while and said:

"I know. I'll tell him. He won't do it tomorrow."

Song Zhifei was a little surprised. She thought these teachers were unwilling to do such offensive things, but she didn't expect the head teacher to agree to it right away.

"Why are you standing there?" Tong Yao looked at her and urged softly, "Go back and have a rest."

"Oh...Teacher Tong, take care."

Song Zhifei walked back to the dormitory, and the sisters immediately started a night chat.

"how is it going?"

"She said she'd get it done and it would be ready tomorrow."

"Is this true? I'm so fed up with that pervert. He's so disgusting. He seems to be an excellent teacher. Ugh."

"It's normal that I can't handle it," Song Zhifei said casually as he lay down, "After all, I'm new here."

"Well, never mind, let's continue. Zhifei, who do you think is handsome in the class?"

“They’re all ugly.”

Downstairs in the dormitory.

Tong Yao caught up with the man with the flashlight and recognized him as Zhang He, the head teacher of Class 8. She shouted:

"Teacher Zhang."

The man turned around and saw that it was her, his face wrinkled with a smile:

"Teacher Tong, is there anything wrong?"

"It's like this," she hated his gaze and didn't bother beating around the bush, so she said word by word, "I think you can change the way you check the dorms. The girls living here need privacy and respect, and you're a man, so it's not appropriate to check the dorms like that."

Zhang He's expression became stiff.

Upstairs, Song Zhifei came out to get some water and looked down. The two people seemed to be arguing. She tried to listen for a long time, but couldn't hear clearly. Then, she squinted her eyes, aimed at the position, and poured the cold water in the cup down.

"Teacher Tong, I have my own set of methods..."

"Wow--"

Tong Yao was stunned. She stood far away and watched in confusion as the man in front of her was doused with water.

Zhang He's hair stood on end with rage—even though his hair was soaked to the point of not standing on end—and he raised his head angrily, but no one saw him.

There is no surveillance in the dormitory.

You are not allowed to shout or disturb other students.

He could only grit his teeth and swallow this loss.

Tong Yao was a little afraid that someone upstairs would give her a basin of water, so she stood under the eaves and looked at Zhang He again:

"If Teacher Zhang still plans to check the dorms like that, I will report it."

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Military training base.

The base brings together students from several universities. It is located in a remote mountain area and few people come and go except for vehicles from the army and universities.

In the morning, the students had just finished training and were chatting in the dormitory when Ruan Qian came back carrying a large box, attracting a lot of attention.

"Can this express be delivered?" someone asked curiously.

"I didn't know it could be delivered..." The little girl was embarrassed. She opened the box and found several power banks and a bunch of snacks inside.

Then, she suddenly became the fat meat in everyone's eyes.

"Please lend me the power bank, please!"

"Who sent it to you? Ahhhh, I'm so jealous!"

"Is that the one you call every night?"

"Yes, it's her," Ruan Qian raised her head, her eyes like crescent moons, "my wife."

Chapter 152:

The day of reporting to university.

Ruan Qian put her luggage in the dormitory and made the bed. She was the first to arrive and cleaned the dormitory. When she was washing the rag, many people asked, "Hey, are you the teacher Tamamo who painted "Dream Journey"?" She would often smile, neither denying nor confirming.

Although she is a pretty famous cartoonist with a reputation as a beautiful girl, people are not very good at recognizing beauties. Unless they dominate the screen on TV, you probably won't recognize them if you see them walking on the street.

After cleaning up, she went downstairs to pick up the remaining checked luggage.

"Classmate, classmate," someone suddenly called her at the dormitory door. It was an aunt who was her mother's generation, panting, "Excuse me, is this Qingyayuan Qingzhu Building?"

There are four girls' dormitories, namely Plum, Orchid, Bamboo and Chrysanthemum. Freshmen like her live in the Green Bamboo Building.