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

Another boy who was taller and fatter, with bruises all over his face, also said:

"Just a little contradiction."

Facing the teacher, they stood on a united front.

"Minor conflict? Friction?" Director Chen laughed angrily, "Li Minghe, I recognize you. How many times have I caught you in this semester? Smoking, fighting, tattoos, what kind of student do you look like?! Go out and join the society! Do you think you can make a name for yourself in the society like this? I tell you, no way! Do you believe that I will ask the school to expel you right now? Also, how did you get that crew cut? Huh? Do you look like a student at all?"

It was simply thunderous rage.

After venting his anger, the director deducted the moral education points of Class 9 and asked Tong Yao to continue the criticism and education. Then he received a phone call and hurried off work.

The other male victim also left as expected. The door was open, and it seemed that some of the basketball players in the class were peeking in from the doorway.

It was dusk, and the golden light shone through the window, making it blinding.

"Why fight?"

The tone of the nursery rhyme is relatively peaceful.

Li Minghe shook his legs, lowered his head and played with the buttons, saying:

"I don't like him."

"How did he piss you off?" Tong Yao continued to ask.

"he……"

A question suddenly popped up in my mind: why was I unwilling to tell Director Chen but willing to tell Teacher Tong?

Li Minghe thought that it was probably because Teacher Tong was willing to listen to a bad student like him calmly and patiently.

"He's shirtless, which is disgusting." He gave his reason. "Serious players hate shirtless players. I told him but he didn't listen... Never mind, I guess you don't understand."

There was a brief silence in the air.

"I understand," Tong Yao said, "You want to fight, right? The shirtless man is sweaty, with a lump of flesh there, sticky. If I were him, I would hate it too."

Li Minghe was stunned.

Tong Yao added: "But you shouldn't have hit him, right? You hit him, so you were wrong. This is called excessive sentencing."

"...Yes." Li Minghe took a deep breath and closed his eyes, "I did something wrong."

"Are you aware of your mistake?"

Every successful education brings nursery rhymes great surprises.

"Ah."

"Okay, go back and write me a 1,000-word self-criticism. Have you eaten? Go eat quickly. Oh, by the way, let's go to the infirmary and apply some medicine first?"

"Yeah." Li Minghe was a little embarrassed.

I am not used to being cared about by teachers.

"Also," she took the opportunity to bring up the matter, "do you need to deal with your tattoo as well? At least you can't get it on visible areas, right?"

Just finished playing ball, Li Minghe was wearing a short-sleeved shirt, and a corner of his tattoo was exposed at the cuffs. It was a ferocious dragon.

tail.

Li Minghe lowered his head and suddenly felt that the tattoo, which he once thought was extremely handsome, had become ugly and vulgar.

Tong Yao left, and he was still in a daze. His basketball players watched for a while, then gathered around him. One of them sighed:

"Teacher Tong is still good."

Another person said: "Brother Ming, didn't you tell Teacher Tong what that idiot said? Damn, I wanted to beat him up at that time, too. People like this are just fantasizing behind their backs."

"Then why don't you help me fight?" Li Minghe glared at him.

The boy smiled awkwardly. Not everyone dared to fight. It was just talk.

"No need to talk about it. The main thing is that I'm sick of seeing that fat piece of meat sticking to me." Li Minghe said with a spit, "If he dares to play in the basketball game, I'll beat him to death."

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weekend.

In the grade group group, the vice principal personally mobilized teachers to donate money and encouraged them to visit the child with leukemia to show the school and teachers' humanitarian care for students.

Donations are morally blackmailing, which has caused dissatisfaction among many teachers. But one teacher donated 800 yuan and was praised by the vice-president for his ideological awareness, which shocked everyone and made them realize the secret of promotion. In the future, when evaluating professional titles, wouldn't this teacher have taken the lead?

People suddenly became enthusiastic about donating.

The vice-principal was very happy, as this showed that the school’s teachers were of high quality and the leaders set a good example.

Tong Yao had already donated, and now she pretended to be dead and didn't say anything, but she was still called out by the vice-president:

"Does Teacher Tong have time to visit the child in the hospital? @高一数学童歌"

Tong Yao's mouth twitched: "I think I am not familiar with that child. I suggest that a teacher familiar to the patient go to visit him."

"That's different. Teacher Tong, you are a celebrity among our teaching staff," the vice principal persuaded. "When others mention our school, they will definitely think of you. If you go, others will also see that you care about students."

Tong Yao doesn't like to be coerced.

She was about to reply "I'm really busy" when a teacher said:

"Teacher Tong, could you please go with us? She told me at school that she likes your online class videos. She will definitely be very happy if you go. But it doesn't matter if you can't spare the time. Just focus on your own business."

The person who spoke was Qiao Nai, the young female math teacher of Class 2.

They were in the same lesson preparation group, but Tong Yao didn't communicate much with her. To be more precise, she didn't communicate much with anyone. But when she saw this sentence, she was silent for a while, deleted the sentence "I really don't have time" and changed it to "OK".

send.

She thought, maybe the patients could also be considered her fans?

Just go. It would be meaningful if I could give her some strength to defeat the disease.

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Before leaving, she bought a bouquet of flowers, red calla lilies, and several other teachers bought some fruits, and they took the subway to the hospital together.

Along the way, Tong Yao stared out the window. The dark tunnel reflected herself and the lights above her head, and the rich fragrance of flowers made her feel relaxed and happy.

"Teacher Tong," Qiao Nai stood next to her. Neither of them had a seat. "Thank you for your hard work."

"It's okay." She said nonchalantly, "We're all from the same school."

The conversation started, and Qiao Nai looked sad and sorrowful:

"Misu is a good kid."

Tong Yao was stunned for a moment and realized that Misu was the name of the student with leukemia. The name reminded her of a kind of cake, which sounded cute, sweet and soft.

"She studied very hard and was pretty," Qiao Nai looked up at the sky and sighed softly, "What a pity."

Tong Yao didn't know what to say, so after thinking for a while, she said:

“Leukemia is not incurable.”

"Well, there is hope."

Qiao Nai looked at her and suddenly smiled:

"I thought Teacher Tong was very cold."

"Huh?" Tong Yao was surprised.

"It feels like you're the only one isolating everyone else at school." Qiao Nai joked, "A college classmate once asked me if I knew you well, and I could only say no."

The nursery rhyme blinked and said:

"It's okay, it's cooked now."

The subway took them to the hospital, and several teachers put on masks and went to Misu's ward. Misu's parents knew they were coming and waited at the door. As soon as they arrived, they expressed their gratitude for the donation. The middle-aged couple looked haggard, and Tong Yao couldn't bear to look at them any longer, and looked into the ward.

"Do you have any infectious diseases? Have you had a cold recently?" the nurse asked.

"No." Tong Yao shook her head, and the head teacher of Class 2 took a step back awkwardly and said that he had a cold last week, but he is better now.

"It's risky, so don't go in." The nurse said to the head teacher, "Please understand." Then she looked at Tong Yao and said, "Don't bring flowers in, as they can easily breed bacteria."

"Ah? Okay." Tong Yao quickly put down the flowers, lamenting the fragility of leukemia patients.

Life is like a flower, most of which grows in a greenhouse. But sometimes there is a hole in the greenhouse, and the flowers exposed outside are inevitably exposed to wind and rain.

But even after experiencing wind and rain, some flowers can still bloom fragrantly.

Chapter 174: What If

The bed in the ward was a very special bed. Tong Yao looked it up and found out it was called a laminar flow bed. The bed was covered by a transparent disinfection cover, and the girl on the bed had a peaceful sleeping face.

Qiao Nai was right, she was indeed a beautiful girl. Her pale face and blue and white hospital gown made her look like an angel with broken wings.

Tong Yao has long known the cruelty of the world, but seeing children tortured by illness like this, he still can't bear it and will still curse and blame the pain of fate.

"She's asleep, let's not disturb her," she said to Qiao Nai.

"Yeah." Qiao Nai put the cards written by his classmates on the table, looked at Mi Su on the bed with longing, and was about to leave when he heard a slight hum.

"teacher……"

Misu wakes up.

Her chestnut hair was loose, and her eyes swept over Qiao Nai. When she noticed Tong Yao, the bright light in her eyes was like a star-chasing girl who met a star by chance, and it even overcame her weakness.

"Teacher Tong...Teacher Tong?"

"Hello," Tong Yao took a step closer. It was her first time to be in close contact with fans, so she felt a little awkward, but she still put on her best smile, "Misu."

"Teacher Tong, I started taking your online courses after entering high school," Mi Su said in a low voice with a little excitement, "I also joined your cloud course representative group."

As a video producer, Tong Yao basically doesn't care about anything else after posting a video. However, some fans who love learning have spontaneously formed a class representative group, which is mainly responsible for giving feedback and answering some questions in the comments. Like Tong Yao, they all do it for love.

"The class representative can also speak the language?" Tong Yao teased, and then thanked him earnestly, "Thank you for your efforts."

Her cute little fans.

Mi Su's white face turned red, and she grabbed the quilt embarrassedly: "You're welcome..."

The girl sat up. During the conversation, Tong Yao learned that Mi Su had a bone marrow puncture yesterday. Bone marrow puncture, the name of this technology alone can make Tong Yao shudder. Mi Su said that she was also scared to death at the time, but after the end, she found that it was not as painful as she imagined.

Tong Yao noticed that there were some bruises on the girl's exposed arm, which was caused by a lack of platelets. She thought of an anime called "Cells at Work!" and if cells were really personified, she thought Misu's platelets would be very cute.

"Have you been feeling unwell these days?"

"Fortunately."

"Your gums seem to be bleeding..."

"It's fine."

Qiao Nai also came over and picked up the cards of his classmates: "Would you like to read a few?"

"No need," Misu blushed, "I'll take a look at it myself."

They were getting along more and more naturally. Just as Tong Yao was about to share something about school, the nurse and the doctor knocked on the door and came in:

"I need to be intubated."

Leukemia patients need to have something called a PICC tube inserted into their arms. This is a minor operation that can be done in the ward, but a sterile environment must be maintained, so unrelated personnel need to leave.

"Then the teacher will leave first." She smiled at Mi Su comfortingly, "It's okay, come on."

Misu looked a little scared and daunted. She nodded to Tong Yao and asked the nurse hesitantly:

"Sister, how long is this tube?"

The nurse said casually: "About half a meter."

"Then...how do I insert it?" The girl's voice began to tremble.

"From the arm," the nurse operated the instrument, "puncture the blood vessels all the way to the great vein of the heart."

After hearing this, Misu was almost scared to death.

"Don't worry, there is local anesthesia," said the doctor.

At the door, Tong Yao, who heard the conversation inside, subconsciously touched her arm.