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

"Alas, she didn't believe me even when I explained it to her."

"Girls need to be coaxed, why don't you buy her a gift to apologize?" The girl suggested, "As for cosmetics, I can give you some suggestions. There are a few stores I can take you to."

"Really? Great!"

……

Although Tong Yao is very outstanding, she is also a normal person with basic curiosity and gossip.

She listened silently and imagined a triangle drama in her mind. She never expected that the love life of high school students could be so exciting.

Unlike her, after living two lifetimes, her emotional life is still blank, like a blank sheet of paper.

The conversation took place downstairs, which is full of classes with lower grades and poorer grades. It’s not surprising that something like this happened... bullshit.

Love triangles are attractive no matter where they occur.

The sound of footsteps gradually faded away, and they probably left. Tong Yao walked down and found that the girl was still standing at the entrance of the corridor.

With a smile on her face, she held onto the railing and watched the direction the boy left.

There was probably a sense of smugness of success and a hint of disdain in that smile.

Still very beautiful.

That’s right, it’s difficult for girls who are not pretty to do this.

Tong Yao continued to go downstairs calmly. She looked at her own face every day. She had long been immune to beauty and good looks. The only thing that could attract her attention was probably...

"cute"?

Like Tamamo, or like Ruan Qian.

Compared to girls, she was more curious about what kind of boys could make these girls fight for him.

The girl heard the approaching noise, raised her head, and looked at Tong Yao with bright eyes:

"Hello, Teacher Tong!"

Quite polite.

Tong Yao was not surprised that students from other classes knew her. Just a few days after she arrived, boys from other classes thought she was a student and asked about her class.

She nodded, as if she had not heard the conversation just now, her face was calm, and she passed by silently, leaving only her back.

But someone was looking at her, his eyes gradually becoming absent-minded.

Chapter 14: People who are full of love will not hate

A person walks home under the light.

A person looks at the phone for a while and then goes to sleep.

Once you have some free time, life can sometimes be terribly lonely. In the dead of night, it seems like the world has abandoned you, and you want to sleep, but can't.

Tong Yao sat up from the bed, hugged her calves, and gently knocked her chin on her knees. At this time, she would understand why her mother always urged her to have a relationship, because it is difficult for people to overcome loneliness, and she has few friends. When she can't sleep, she can only keep checking the news to relieve her boredom.

"A high school boy broke his leg while climbing over a wall, but he went to an internet cafe instead of going to the hospital."

As a teacher, I pay special attention to such news when I see it occasionally. I used to think it was curious, but now I feel sad.

In this world, various industries are not as developed as in the previous life. The trajectory is similar to that of the previous life, but not exactly the same. It is roughly at the level of the early 2010s. Tieba is in full swing, and online games are competing with each other, such as Qifan, Fantasy Westward Journey, MapleStory, Dragon Nest... There are also million mice dreaming of gun battles and toxic milk powder. Many students are dazzled by this colorful world, and lose their ambitions by playing with it. They deduct money from their living expenses to buy online game cards to recharge, and perfunctorily live their lives for the sake of temporary happiness.

Fortunately, most of the students in No. 1 Middle School are obedient.

Tong Yao used to like playing games, but she played too much in her previous life and she had had enough. Her brother Tong Hua thought she didn't play games and wanted to win back at her, but she defeated him. Many events in her memories have changed, perhaps because of the world itself, or perhaps because of the hurricane created by her little butterfly wings.

Finally, she felt a little sleepy.

"Om."

Just as I closed my eyes, my cell phone rang stubbornly.

It’s so late, who else is sending messages?

Tong Yao reluctantly opened her eyes, turned on the screen, and was surprised to find that it was a text message. To be honest, modern people basically don't use text messages except to subscribe to a data package, so this is worth noting for her.

The message came from an unknown number:

"I'm from Freedom Loan Company. You know how much you owe, right? I'll bring my brothers to your house next week. I already have all your information. If you don't pay me back, be prepared for your family to bear the consequences. Don't wait until you see the coffin before crying."

What the hell?

Tong Yao frowned slightly, and her sleepiness suddenly disappeared a lot.

I have never borrowed money from anyone because there is no need and I don’t like it; I just registered this mobile phone number when I came back this year, and there are only a few family members in my address book.

Maybe Tong Hua owed money outside and filled in her phone number? No matter how she thought about it, it was impossible. She still had confidence in the character and financial resources of the sister-con.

So, it could just be a mistake.

"I sent it to the wrong person. Don't bother me."

She replied badly.

Then, he fell asleep.

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When she woke up in the morning, Tong Yao curled up in the quilt, stretched out her sleepiness, pulled off the quilt, and the dazzling sunlight shining through the curtains became gentle.

She checked her phone and found that the inexplicable debt collection text message had not been sent again. She guessed that she knew it was sent to the wrong person.

Morning news, the science fiction blockbuster "Avatar" is about to be released. Like its previous life, it is a work by Cameron, but the time is different.

The nursery rhymes are lackluster, and this world really lacks surprises.

When we arrived at the office, early in the morning, the head teacher, Li Hanqiang, was in a bad mood and complained to the head teacher next door:

"Ten people were late for morning exercises! The sanitation was not done properly after being late, so several dormitories were deducted points! Humph, everyone, run three laps before going to eat."

"It's the same in our class. It's like this in the summer, how can it be in the winter?" The man agreed.

Tong Yao took a sip of water, observed secretly, and thought that being a class teacher was not a human job.

I don’t know if there is Ruanruan among those who are late.

"There are even more outrageous things," Li Hanqiang slapped an iPhone on the table, "Look at this! Someone even handed in a model! If I hadn't counted the number of phones yesterday and picked them up and found the weight was wrong, I would have been cheated! How can students nowadays be so cunning!"

"Pfft." Tong Yao couldn't help but laugh out loud.

As a teacher, she actually thought such behavior was a little cute.

Sure enough, the other teachers in the office also laughed.

"Thank you Teacher Li for reminding me. Let me see if I have a model machine." The teacher next door joked.

"What is Teacher Li going to do?" Tong Yao was very curious about this.

Li Hanqiang snorted: "I'll see who takes this model when we hand out the phones this week, and we'll calculate it together when the monthly exam results come out next month."

The autumn will bring about a reckoning.

Tong Yao observed a second of silence for the student.

The office door opened and Long Ting came in. Everyone in the office usually got along very well. The last time Tong Yao argued with her was a rare dispute.

After all, we'll meet each other sooner or later, and Tong Yao didn't want the relationship to become too awkward, so she took the initiative to say hello:

"Teacher Long."

Long Ting nodded, not wanting to bring the matter up in the open.

"People from the Education Bureau came today. What's going on?" a teacher began to inquire.

"Let's do some investigation. The principal and others have gone to meet with them."

Tong Yao was busy preparing for her own work. She didn't care about the people from the Education Bureau coming. Anyway, it wouldn't have any impact on her as a newcomer.

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The second-year high school students are having their morning reading.

One, three and five are English, two, four and six are Chinese. Today is Chinese.

Ruan Qian was reciting ancient poems when a group of unfamiliar adults appeared at the door of the classroom. They were well-dressed and looked like imperial envoys. Teacher Li followed behind them in a humble manner.

"Let's take a break from morning reading." Li Hanqiang clapped his hands, motioned for the man next to him to speak, gave him a look, and then quickly left the classroom.

The students were completely confused.

The man walked up to the podium, looking kind, and handed out a bunch of papers: "Excuse me, students. We are from the Education Bureau and are here to do a small survey. We hope you will cooperate. You can remain anonymous, but please fill in the form truthfully."

Ruan Qian breathed a sigh of relief, she thought she was going to have an exam.

The questionnaire was sent to her. Ruan Qian took a quick glance and realized that this was a survey targeting schools and teachers.

Does the school provide tutoring?

Don’t you have any idea about this kind of thing?

Ruan Qian secretly complained and obediently chose "no".

Anyway, choosing “yes” won’t change anything. We are already in high school, and no one would be so naive.

Next, there is a place to evaluate teachers of each subject.

"Who is your teacher of subject XX?"

"Does this teacher run a private cram school?"

"Did the teacher verbally abuse, physically punish, or physically punish students in disguise? What are the details?"

Ruan Qian stopped writing.

She thought of Long Ting and subconsciously looked at Jiang Yiming.

Jiang Yiming did not hide anything and spread out the questionnaire openly, leaving that area blank.

Right.

In fact, most students are not the kind of people who hold grudges.

In fact, most students are soft-hearted people.

Ruan Qian thought, do I hate Long Ting? I do hate her, but I can't say I hate her. But if it weren't for Teacher Tong's guidance, she might really hate Long Ting for a while, and maybe she would write something angrily today, and then regret whether such revenge was too much.

But now she has come out of it. Jiang Yiming has friends, and she also has Teacher Tong. Reporting Long Ting once might really have some impact on Long Ting, but... it's not necessary.

She doesn't care anymore.

"Everyone, please pass the questionnaire up from the last row."

Ruan Qian handed it to the boy in front of her. The boy deliberately took a look at what she had filled out, and when she discovered it, he embarrassedly handed it to the boy.

Do you all think she will report Long Ting?

Ruan Qian pursed her lips and looked toward the office door from the window.

——How could she care about hating anyone now?

Chapter 15: Her forgiveness is an excuse for cowardice

The leader's shadow loomed over one or two days.

Ruan Qian was once asked by a stranger what the "core values ​​of socialism" were on her way to the cafeteria. The guards stood guard at the school gate and refused to let anyone in without a school uniform. The school also announced that the fourth evening self-study class would be suspended this week, causing students to complain that they did not have enough time to study, so they all stayed up late in their dormitories.

Later, Ruan Qian found out that this time there was a big move from above. Not only was there a call to "reduce the burden" on students, but there was also a selection of the top ten middle schools. This was closely related to the allocation of various resources, so the school was so nervous.

Judging from the leaders' satisfied and happy expressions when they left, No. 1 Middle School is probably a sure thing.

"The make-up class this Saturday is cancelled." Li Hanqiang said with a stern face at the podium.

"Yeah!" The audience cheered instantly.

"What? You're happy not to study, right?" Li Hanqiang patted the podium, annoyed. "It all depends on your self-awareness at this moment! You don't have to study, but you'll regret it when you're surpassed by others before you know it!"

The students in the audience smacked their lips. If they didn't study for a weekend, they would be surpassed by others? Who are they kidding?

Most people don't realize the importance of study habits.