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

A teacher? That would be even better!

In the end, whether out of loyalty or lust for beauty, the group of boys lowered the mosquito net, and as soon as Tong Yao entered the dormitory, she smelled a strong scent of Liushen toilet water.

She also noticed that the mosquito nets were gone.

"Can you sleep well like this?" she couldn't help but ask, and she stretched out her hand and slapped a mosquito that was resting on her arm to death, with obvious blood stains remaining on her palm.

It seems that female mosquitoes live well here.

"Yes, I can sleep well." The boys said one after another.

"…If there are really mosquitoes, you can hang up a mosquito net." She turned and walked out, closing the door gently. "Thank you."

Through the moonlight, the boys could see her smile clearly, and the dormitory became extremely quiet for a moment.

The boys on the bed looked at each other and all felt elated.

After being thanked so many times, I felt even more embarrassed to hang up the mosquito net.

Tong Yao then went to check the girls' dormitory and found that the girls had also removed their mosquito nets. She guessed that she was probably criticized by the old man, the director, and was heard, but she didn't expect that these children were willing to stand up for her and endure mosquito bites. There was a sound of water in the bathroom, and she looked around and found that the two beds were empty. She guessed that they were taking a shower in there, and was about to leave when the bathroom door was "creaked" open from the inside.

The structure of the dormitory is "door-bathroom-eight beds-balcony", and the person coming out is blocking her path.

There are two shower heads in the bathroom, and one person is still showering.

Song Zhifei, naked, wrapped in a bath towel, lifted his wet hair, raised his head and said:

"Hello, Teacher Tong."

Tong Yao's face turned red instantly - she was talking in the dormitory and could definitely be heard in the bathroom, but Song Zhifei still came out like this, as if he did it on purpose.

"Yeah." She turned her head quickly and said, "Why didn't you wash it before? Why did you wash it so late?"

"I have already showered. Now I can't sleep, so I'm going to take a shower."

Song Zhifei walked past her carelessly, sitting on the bed and putting on his underwear. She stared elsewhere the whole time, and when there was no one blocking her way, she hurried out:

"Go to bed early, we have training tomorrow."

"Oh." Song Zhifei responded, feeling a little surprised by the teacher's reaction.

outside the hallway.

Tong Yao rubbed her eyes and apologized to the little girl on WeChat:

"I accidentally saw another girl naked QAQ"

Ruan Qian, who was drawing on a tablet in bed, yawned, and when she saw the notification bar pop up, she lost all her sleepiness:

"who!!!"

He even used "QAQ" to act pitiful, even though he was clearly taking advantage.

【Nursery Rhyme】：A student suddenly came out of the bathroom...

[Children's Rhyme]: No, you saw many naked girls every day in the Northern Bathhouse, and I had forgotten all that.

[Nursery rhyme]: Tell the truth.

[Ruan Qian]: ...QAQ

The offensive was reversed, and suddenly I became the one who had to apologize.

"Okay, I'm just kidding." Tong Yao walked on the road and sent a voice message, "When will you have a holiday?"

She couldn't go to Ruanruan's place. The head teacher had endless things to do every day and could only rely on Ruanruan to come to her.

"Let me check the school calendar," Ruan Qian flipped through the webpage, "Mid-Autumn Festival is followed by National Day, so there are ten days off in total."

"So long?" Tong Yao was surprised, "Then will you come back?"

Ruan Qian smiled: "Of course I will come back."

I don't know when the texting turned into a phone call. Ruan Qian was afraid of disturbing her roommate, so she moved her stool out of the dormitory. There was a cool breeze outside, and her hair was fluttering in the air like banknotes passing through a money detector.

“Is this class easy to lead?”

"Not very good, but these kids are not bad by nature."

"Our class seven is still the best. By the way, you are not allowed to get too close to female students."

"How can I have so many lilies?" Tong Yao said, her nose seemed to grow a little longer.

"Anyway, it's not allowed." Ruan Qian had a strong sense of crisis.

As we were chatting, we walked along the tree-lined avenue and Tong Yao had already arrived at the door of the unit:

"Well, I'm almost home."

"Don't hang up," Ruan Qian said coquettishly, "Let's talk for a while."

The nursery rhyme has exactly this meaning, and I’m glad it was the little girl who brought it up first: “Uh-huh.”

They chatted for a while about Dongyang's elementary school. Tong Yao finished cleaning up and prepared to take a bath. Ruan Qian's voice suddenly became serious:

"Rumor."

"Ah?" Tong Yao's heart beat faster every time she was called like this.

"I want to... make an investment."

It turned out to be a financial matter. Her heartbeat instantly calmed down, and she held back the "that's it" that was about to come out of her mouth, and said:

"What to vote for?"

"It's... Brother Tong Hua's studio."

"Huh? How much money do you have? One million? Two million?" She reacted suddenly with a big reaction. Tong Yao knew the little girl's family background very well. "My brother's DEMO was finished, but he didn't attract any investment. He asked me to borrow money several times."

The success of a game is related to many factors. The world has changed, the times have changed. In her heart, Tong Hua's game has been delayed and it's time to finish it. She really doesn't want the little girl to jump into the fire pit with her hard-earned money.

"I have contacted Brother Tong Hua and he agreed." Ruan Qian said in a low voice.

"..."

"I did a detailed investigation. During the summer vacation, I asked Xiaobei for his opinion and distributed questionnaires in his school. His classmates all like this kind of game..." Fearing that she would be angry, Ruan Qian kept explaining, "Xiaobei tried it and became addicted to it. I have been researching this since the summer vacation, and I can afford the loss."

"You can't make money just by having fun playing games... Never mind, if you fail, just take it as a lesson for you." Tong Yao sighed, "Don't cry if you lose all your pants, because that's the money you worked so hard to earn."

"I have comics, it won't be that bad." Ruan Qian was not panicked as she had a way out.

Life is always a struggle, and if you have the confidence, you might as well give it a try.

Invest and start a business.

She is no longer the poor high school student.

She once had the opportunity to get rich overnight - she got her first pot of gold in her second year of high school. Ruan Xiaobei urged her to buy Bitcoin, but she was reluctant. Now Bitcoin is skyrocketing, and Ruan Xiaobei beats her chest and stamps her feet every day in regret.

But Ruan Qian has no regrets. She has come to where she is today step by step and has never thought of reaching the top overnight.

"When others are greedy, I am afraid. When others are afraid, I am greedy," she said softly.

Tong Yao raised her eyebrows and said in surprise: "Oh, you are quite good at speaking."

"That's what Buffett said." The little girl laughed.

This is nonsense, because you will never know what other people are thinking at the moment, and it is easy to fall into the infinite nesting doll game theory - Bitcoin is soaring now, so hurry up and buy it, this is the first level; some people think that if it rises like this, it will definitely fall, this is the second level; people think that everyone thinks it will fall, so it will continue to rise, this is the third level...

Currently, games on the market are either buyout-based or require in-game cash to increase ability stats. Few people are optimistic about games that are completely free and do not become stronger by recharging.

Tong Yao pursed her lips. She hoped that her Ruan Ruan was a thousand-layer cake, able to see the first-line business opportunities in the ever-changing market. Ruan Ruan was very good, and she had long seen that it was impossible to make her comics a bestseller and never fall behind in exams just by working hard.

"As you wish," she said.

"Teacher Tong..." The little girl called her teacher again, saying flatteringly, "Don't be angry."

"Not angry."

"Teacher...wife..." her voice became more and more delicate, "husband."

A knowing blow.

Tong Yao could no longer control her expression, the corners of her mouth curled up wildly, and she said:

"Not angry, I'm hanging up."

He couldn't hide his smile, and it leaked out a little before he hung up the phone, and his tone of voice changed after all.

After the call ended, the girl sent her a "good night" followed by a "love you".

Oh, my wife is too clingy - Tong Yao grinned and copied and pasted it back.

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End of month.

Military training is all about showing off one's strength in the early stages, but the amount of training becomes smaller and smaller in the later stages. Compared to standing at attention, frog jumps and deep squats, marching in step is simply the instructor's mercy in the vast ocean.

"In a few days, when we show the results of our military training, when you pass by the rostrum, the leaders will shout 'Hello, comrades', and you will say 'Hello, chief.' When they say 'Thank you for your hard work, classmates', you will reply 'Serve the people', do you understand?" Instructor Wang roared.

The students had weird expressions on their faces. Isn't this too awkward and too formal?

"Everyone listen to the instructor." Tong Yao maintained order on the side.

Although marching in step is not tiring, it still takes a whole day. Tong Yao found that most of the students in the class have become darker, with one arm black and the other white. When the collar is opened, the stratification is more obvious, and some even have gradient.

She survived by hiding in the shade of trees and under umbrellas every day.

Compared to the boys who live a rough life, the situation of girls is much better. Many of them are still fair and clean, just a little darker.

During the break, she stood and thought, and suddenly someone asked her:

"Teacher Tong, can I take a picture of you?"

When she came back to her senses, she almost didn't recognize Xia Zhi in front of her - was this kid too tanned?

"You took a picture of me with my camera?" She smiled.

"No," the girl explained nervously, "The director asked me to take a few photos of the teacher as well..."

Tong Yao's attention was not in the words. She found that Xia Zhi's neck, arms, and many other places were red. She recognized that it was sunburn. It was normal to get sunburned after being exposed to the sun at nearly 40 degrees for so many days. The most boys could do was put a sanitary napkin in their shoes to absorb sweat, but most girls lived a delicate life and would not be without any protection at all.

She couldn't help but frown:

"You don't wear sunscreen?"

Xia Zhi was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know..."

"You're so tanned, does it hurt to touch?" She stretched out her hand, then retracted it, "Go back and borrow some sunscreen from your roommate."

This Xia Zhi...even I live like a girl more than her.

She thought of Ruanruan again. The little girl was also in military training, and she didn't live like a girl, never caring about girls' topics. What if she also got this tanned...

I already have the picture in my head.

Chapter 154: Class Monitor

On the last day of military training, there was a parade performance.

Class 9 performed well, and some students made mistakes and only won the third prize. However, Tong Yao was very happy and said:

“Everyone has been great.”

They also pulled over a small cart, and the foam boxes on the cart were full of ice and drinks.

"Hurray!" the students cheered, feeling a little guilty.

After all, they themselves don't think they are great.

After the performance, it was time to say goodbye to the instructors. Many people felt reluctant to leave. The first-year high school students were forgetful and sentimental. They filtered out the instructors’ fierceness. After spending half a month together, they found that the instructors were quite amiable after the military training. One by one, they went up to add the instructors’ QQ and WeChat.

Li Minghe stood at the edge of the crowd. The conflict on the first day had long since melted away. In the following days, the instructor always praised him for his good performance. If the instructor didn't take it seriously, he couldn't be too petty - but in the end, he still couldn't bring himself to say a few words.

At this point, the military training for the first year of high school officially came to an end.

At the same time as school started here, Dongyang’s primary school also started.

Xizhu Bilingual Experimental Primary School, the name is so long that I don't know how to shorten it. I was afraid that there were perverts nearby, and even more afraid of human traffickers. The little girl was so pretty that Tong Yao didn't dare to let her go to and from school by herself. She had to pick her up and drop her off in person to feel at ease. Along the way, he emphasized this and that, and even he found himself becoming more and more verbose.

"Don't talk to strangers, and be sure to listen to the teacher," she held Dongyang's hand, "If someone bullies you, be sure to tell me, tell the teacher. If an adult, including a teacher, bullies you, you must tell your aunt, understand?"

"I know." Dongyang walked briskly, carrying her schoolbag, looking at the school gate with longing. She had never been to kindergarten, so she was full of longing for the elementary school, which was a bigger school.