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

Her tall and majestic image as a people's teacher may be ruined forever.

She really wasn't a pervert who seduced students, and they were female students. However, judging from the facts and results, she seemed to be...

The bell rang, and the students in the corridor finally returned to the classroom. Ruan Qian waited for a while at the door of the office, and when the other teachers had gone to class, she came in directly:

"Rumor."

She sounded like she was humming while speaking, and seemed very happy. Tong Yao rolled her eyes at her and lowered her head to work. Ruan Qian moved a chair and sat next to her.

"I see you don't talk to other teachers." The girl said softly.

"Didn't I tell you?" Tong Yao said without even looking up, "They and I don't have a good relationship."

"It's okay," Ruan Qian gently leaned her head on Tong Yao's shoulder, "I am enough for you."

"That's a bit yandere."

"I can be pampered without getting sick."

"Really? I don't believe it."

Tong Yao turned her head and almost kissed him. She glanced at the surveillance camera in the corner, and shrank her shoulders with lingering fear:

"Okay, I'm busy."

"What are you busy with?"

Ruan Qian stared at the computer and found that it was full of text and mathematical formulas.

"I added a teacher's studio, and we are going to compile a set of mathematics reference books," Tong Yao explained.

Ruan Qian pursed her lips for a while and asked, "Is the teacher in the studio a man or a woman?"

Tong Yao didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "They are all seniors who are 20 years older than me."

Ruan Qian was relieved and stayed quietly. Tong Yao concentrated on her work, occasionally turning her head to look at Ruan Ruan, thinking that it was nice to have someone to accompany her.

Peaceful and quiet.

"Yaoyao, look." The little girl handed the phone to Tongyao with a smile, as if she had found a treasure.

Tong Yao took a closer look and found that it was a Zhihu question, [I want to teach myself high school mathematics, is there any study method you recommend?], and the questioner was a junior high school graduate.

Then, the top answer received more than 20,000 likes:

"I strongly recommend Teacher Tong's online math class on Bilibili! Let me first introduce the teacher, Tong Yao, who is less than 14 years old and a top scorer in the college entrance examination. She is an absolute prodigy! After graduating from University A, she became a math teacher at No. Middle School, and her first batch of students was the top scorer in the college entrance examination. Teacher Tong's online class is definitely the best I have ever heard. He really dissects the knowledge points for you to understand very thoroughly. Moreover, Teacher Tong does not hold any basic classes or intensive classes. It is completely like a normal class, which is very immersive. The most important thing is that it is free! You can get it for free! Say goodbye to those super expensive online tutors!

Latest update: Congratulations to Teacher Tong for having over 2 million fans, but the views of videos without his face are so low, why are you following him? "

After reading the nursery rhyme from beginning to end, it seemed calm on the surface, saying:

“Oh, so many likes.”

But how could she not be happy when being praised? She is also an ordinary person and does not take these things lightly. Whether she can help people who want to learn or be recognized by netizens, she is very happy in her heart. If she were alone at home, she would definitely be so happy that she would pound the bed.

"You are very popular." Ruan Qian liked and collected the answer, "and you don't have any black spots."

Speaking of black spots, Tong Yao pouted and whispered:

"There will be some in the future anyway."

The more popular you are now, the more controversial it will be when you come out in the future.

Teacher-student love will probably be criticized for a long time. She is realistic and daring, but many people are not rational and even malicious.

She just wants to live her life quietly.

When you become famous, you are prone to gossip. I should have created a virtual image when uploading the online course.

"I'll take care of the black spots." Ruan Qian said seriously, "I seduced you."

The little girl's eyes were clear and bright, like the clear water reflecting the radiance of a lake. Although she knew it was a thousand feet deep, Tong Yao still stepped in and drowned herself.

She whispered, "How can I let you carry it all by yourself?"

No one seduced anyone, it was just that when love was deep, it happened naturally and uncontrollably.

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In the spring, the school recovered from the laziness of winter and became full of vitality. The girl returned to school and was applying for exemption from some courses because she was busy. The focus of life has shifted from study to career.

"Teacher," Xia Zhi knocked on the office door and walked in, "It's class basketball game, do we want to sign up?"

There is something strange about the nursery rhyme: "Report it, why not report it?"

She has always attached great importance to group activities.

Xia Zhi shrank his neck and said nothing.

The basketball game was an activity organized by the student union, and it was not mandatory to participate. I heard that several class teachers did not allow students to participate, fearing that it would affect their studies. It was only after those class leaders begged for a long time that they finally got the opportunity. Fortunately... Teacher Tong agreed directly.

"Have you chosen the people? How many people do you want?"

"Not yet. Six boys are needed."

"Okay, you guys decide for yourselves. There's definitely no shortage of people who can play basketball in our class."

"Well, one more thing..." Xia Zhi said cautiously, "It may take a few evening self-study sessions to practice."

This made Tong Yao hesitate for a moment.

My grades are not good to begin with, and using evening self-study time to practice basketball will definitely affect my studies.

But if the basketball game is successful, it may be of great help to the class cohesion and sense of honor.

"...Okay." She thought for a moment, "I can practice for a maximum of one hour during evening study."

After class, in the noisy classroom, Xia Zhi tried hard to make everyone hear her voice. When they heard that they could use the evening self-study session for training, a group of boys cheered "Yeah".

Everyone signed up enthusiastically and the place was packed with people soon.

Basketball is like academic performance. Everyone knows clearly who has better skills. In the end, it was easy to choose a few tall boys headed by Li Minghe.

During the evening self-study, Tong Yao checked outside the window. The discipline in the classroom was good. I didn't expect that there would be such positive feedback without those few basketball players. She counted and found six empty seats, so she walked to the playground to see how the boys were training.

As soon as she arrived at the basketball court, she was blinded by the cell phones in the hands of the boys sitting in rows on the sidelines.

She felt her expectations were betrayed.

Her voice was colder than ever before: "What are you doing?"

Several boys were shocked and immediately turned off their phones. They even put them in their pockets for fear of being confiscated. They looked up one by one, looking guilty and nervous.

"I trust you, so I gave you time to practice during the evening self-study class, but how did you do it?" She felt that she was used to being disappointed in them, and her tone was surprisingly calm. "Why is there one person missing? Where is Li Minghe? Did he go online?"

This was not the first time that Li Minghe had climbed over the wall to surf the Internet, but the school did not supervise her strictly. The director asked her to communicate with the students' parents every time, and she was almost exhausted.

"teacher."

A voice appeared behind her.

She was startled and turned around to see that it was Li Minghe. The boy was holding a bag with a blue Pepsi bottle cap vaguely visible from the bag.

The school shop closed after dinner, so I could only have bought it from the vendors outside by shouting at the fence.

"I didn't go online." Li Minghe said, "We practiced for almost an hour, let's take a break."

Tong Yao was stunned.

The basketball court was dark at night, with only the light from the street lamps shining through the leaves, so she could barely see the outline of the basket. But Li Minghe was right in front of her, and she could indeed... smell a stench of sweat.

She pressed the lock screen of her phone and shone the light at the awkward boys. It was quite cold at night, but their hair was wet with sweat and stuck to their foreheads in clumps. They were also wearing thin clothes, and it was obvious that they were in a state of after strenuous exercise.

She didn't know how to face them for a moment.

As a teacher, you look at students with stereotypes and make the mistake of preconceived ideas.

"I'm sorry." Tong Yao pursed her lips, "Teacher misunderstood you."

This group of boys probably rarely had the experience of being sincerely apologized to, and they reacted more awkwardly than she did. They wanted to laugh it off, but their smiles were fake:

"It's okay, it's okay, teacher, just don't confiscate our phones."

"Don't catch a cold," she said with concern on the cold March night, "Put on your clothes after you've finished exercising."

Li Minghe sat on the ground, playing basketball and drinking a sip of Coke. The ice-cold vapor made his hands dirty, so he wiped them on his clothes without saying a word.

Tong Yao walked up to him, looking down at him, feeling awkward, so she squatted and looked at him straight in the eyes:

"Li Minghe, the teacher has to apologize to you. I know it's hard to be misunderstood and wronged.

"sorry."

Li Minghe smiled, nonchalantly, as if he was not sad at all:

"That's normal. That's who I am."

"But you have already proved that you are not that kind of person." Tong Yao said, "You also want to prove your extraordinary qualities, right?"

Li Minghe remained silent and tightened the bottle cap.

Who doesn't want to prove themselves?

Chapter 173: Flower of Life

On Saturday afternoon, after school, Tong Yao stood in front of the podium, took out the small bag containing her cell phone, and piled it on the table:

"Classmates, I sent a link in the group. One of your classmates in Grade 12 has leukemia and needs to raise funds. I hope you can spread it after you get your phones back. Please donate according to your ability. In addition, this week's homework is the section on trigonometric identity transformations. Everyone must complete it carefully."

The students howled in unison and rushed forward to get their phones back. In the end, there were still a few phones that no one had taken. I guess they had been forgotten. They were the kind of keypad phones that should have been eliminated long ago, and no one knew who they belonged to.

"Oh my god, leukemia is so terrible." Someone took out a cell phone, turned it on, and exclaimed.

"What a pity." said the companion.

But it is not our class, nor is it a sister class. For most people, it is just a topic of conversation after tea.

Tong Yao shook her head. The school was so big that there would always be unfortunate people. From childhood to adulthood, the school classes she had attended had organized many donations. Donations were made to poor areas, disaster areas, sick classmates and even teachers... Donating was an honor for the young children at that time. Families with good conditions would directly donate 500 yuan and would be praised by the teacher.

Fortunately, it is now convenient. Donations can be made directly through the app, which can spread more widely and reduce the vanity involved.

After buying groceries and returning home, Tong Yao saw Dong Yang rummaging through boxes and cabinets as soon as she entered the living room. She asked curiously:

"What are you doing?"

Dong Yang looked up, holding a copy of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" in his hand, and a pile of other books neatly stacked beside him:

"Our teacher said that we need to donate books to children in mountainous areas. I am looking for suitable ones."

The little girl pressed the book to the ground, carefully flattening every curled corner. The book, which was not old to begin with, now looked brand new.

"Our Dongyang is the most caring one." Tong Yao smiled and carried the vegetables into the kitchen to cook.

The food was ready, Tong Yao asked Dong Yang to eat first, and the little girl quickly washed her hands and went to the table. Dong Yang didn't have the habit of watching TV while eating, but he liked to talk to his aunt. Tong Yao didn't have any rules about "no talking at the table", and they both cherished the fragmented family time.

"Eat more bitter melon." Tong Yao picked up some food for Dong Yang.

"Bitter melon doesn't taste good..." the little girl said with a bitter face.

At this moment, a phone call suddenly broke into this time.

It’s Chen Wenhua, director of the Student Affairs Office.

"Teacher Tong," Chen Wenhua said, "a student in your class had a fight with someone else and is now with me."

Well, I can’t eat.

Tong Yao put down her chopsticks, said goodbye to Dong Yang apologetically, wiped her mouth with a tissue, and hurried to school.

The one fighting was Li Minghe.

At this time, in the student affairs office, Li Minghe and another boy from another class were standing in a row with their heads drooped. Director Chen was very impatient when something like this happened after get off work, and he scolded them severely.

What "future"? What "no hope"? The two boys did not show any enlightenment or turn over a new leaf as he had hoped. Instead, they were like dead pigs that were not afraid of boiling water. Perhaps in their hearts, there was no hope or future.

But when Tong Yao came in, Li Minghe was so flustered that he became stiff for a moment.

"What happened?" She frowned and looked at the two boys. She was relieved to find that apart from being a little dirty, they only had some scratches.

"Your student beat up this boy from Class 13. Teacher Zhang is in the car and can't come." Director Chen glared at Li Minghe and shouted, "Tell me, why did you fight?!"

Li Minghe tilted his head and explained nonchalantly:

"It's not normal for boys to have some friction when playing basketball."