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

The boys looked at each other, even more shy than the girls.

Tong Yao did not force it and called two boys:

"Forget it. Well, come here. You two can buy me a case of water... No, buy me a case of drinks."

She handed them the campus card, and the two boys ran to the supermarket as if they were liberated.

Li Minghe was panting. He looked towards the sidelines when he heard the cheers. He had to admit that he really needed this, even though no boy would admit it. He seemed to have regained his strength, but he did not respond to the cheers. Instead, he wiped the sweat off his shoulders and threw himself into defense.

During the intermission, Tong Yao and Xia Zhi handed the drinks they bought to the players leaving the court.

"Sure, that's great. We're far ahead." She handed Li Minghe a pack of wet wipes.

Li Minghe took the wet wipes, tore it open, covered his face with it, and whispered:

"Ah."

He thought to himself, what's the big deal? I play basketball every day. If I can't beat Class 1 here, then it would be all in vain.

The game begins again.

Ruan Qian smiled slightly. She liked the way Yaoyao acted as a teacher, but...

Those poor students, don’t be tempted.

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In the first basketball game, Class 9 crushed the opponent with its hard power.

During the evening study session, Tong Yao praised several players highly and called on the students to go watch the game and cheer for them.

She felt that her life was quite difficult. Other class teachers wanted students to stay in the classroom to study, but she encouraged students to have fun.

But there is no other way. In order to cultivate a sense of collective honor and belonging, I can only sacrifice some study time.

"In a few months, everyone will be divided into arts and science majors, and may not be in the same class anymore, so I hope everyone will cherish the opportunity to spend time with each other."

When the students heard this, the same thought came to their minds:

What is most worth cherishing is the time spent being taught by Teacher Tong.

After school in the evening, Tong Yao received a phone call on the way.

"Hello?"

"Hello, are you Ms. Tong Yao? We are from the Hunan Red Cross Society."

She had a vague premonition in her heart and said:

"Yes."

"Well, you joined the China Bone Marrow Donor Program in March this year... We would like to ask if you are willing to donate hematopoietic stem cells?"

"…Can I ask who the patient is?"

"Sorry, we cannot disclose the patient's information for the time being."

She thought about it and asked again:

"If I agree, can I donate?"

"No, we need to do a high-resolution matching first. There are currently three candidates, and you are one of them."

Three candidates? In other words...it's probably okay if she doesn't donate, right?

"Can I think about it for a few days?"

"of course can."

Chapter 178: Gift

What Tong Yao probably didn't expect was that just after she hung up the phone, before she had time to think about it, Jiang Wu called her.

"mom?"

"Someone just called me and asked if you would like to donate stem cells. I declined on your behalf."

The family's phone number was left when the item was put into the storage. If it really wants to be donated, the family's signature is required. It is also normal for the staff to contact Jiang Wu for confirmation.

"Mom!" Tong Yao frowned, "Why are you helping me make the decision?"

"Do you want to donate?" Jiang Wu asked her.

This question made Tong Yao seem to be cast into a spell of silence.

"I don't know." She said honestly after a long time.

I bought the inventory on impulse at the time, and I didn’t think it would really happen because the probability was so low; or maybe I did think about it, but I didn’t think it through carefully.

"If you don't know, then don't go." Jiang Wu said, "Refuse it early, otherwise you will feel uneasy. After all, this is risky."

"There's a risk of hitting a bird when you fly a plane," Tong Yao retorted in a low voice.

"Yes, but the risk can be as little as possible, right?" Jiang Wu said.

"But..." She whispered, "It can save a life."

Perhaps someone's life or death depends on her thoughts.

"Who will protect your life?" Jiang Wu questioned, "What if something happens to you? What if you are one of the 0.1% failure cases? What will the hospital say? Ask you to sign a waiver first, and then bear the consequences yourself? Oh, in this world, of course everyone wants good people to bear the consequences of good deeds. In the past, I agreed with everything you wanted to do that could be solved with money. You wanted to be with the female student, and I agreed, but this is not allowed. Yaoyao, don't make mom worry, okay?"

She really wanted to say, okay.

In the dark night, she stood at the entrance of the corridor, and her footsteps woke up the lights on the first floor. She stopped, holding the phone, and a wild cat looked at her from a distance. It was a small tabby cat, but she had no intention of teasing it now.

She understood her mother's worries. What Jiang Wu was worried about was also what she and many others were hesitant about.

"Mom," she said in a hoarse voice, "You took a risk when you gave birth to me, but this risk is much smaller, almost none."

From childhood to adulthood, Tong Sicheng often talked about it, telling her that your mother nearly died when giving birth to you. When you were born, you were so thin and small that the doctors thought you would not survive.

But she survived.

Jiang Wu was silent for a moment and said:

"How can that be the same? You are my child, a relative, and childbirth is the law of human reproduction. Don't change the concept for me."

"Yes." Tong Yao said regretfully.

"In short, give up your thoughts and live your life peacefully. I will never agree to it. Don't go looking for your brother or your father."

"Yes." Tong Yao sighed, "Please take a rest, mother."

After hanging up the phone, she looked at the bushes across the street again, and the little tabby cat was gone. What a pity, she liked cats and wanted to feed them.

Going upstairs, Tong Yao took the key to open the door. She didn't check the beds today and came back early, but Dong Yang was already asleep. After washing up, she quietly opened Dong Yang's bedroom door and checked whether the child's quilt was covered as usual.

If it's not covered properly, cover it for her.

With the light from the living room, the bedroom was not too dark. She stepped lightly on the wooden floor and approached. The quilt was neatly laid, and the little girl was lying with her hair loose. She was about to leave when she suddenly noticed that Dong Yang's breathing was a little rapid. She turned around quickly to check, and touched Dong Yang's forehead with her hand, and felt the wet sweat.

Tong Yao was frightened and quickly turned on the light:

"Dongyang, Dongyang, what's wrong? What's wrong?"

Dong Yang woke up with dull eyes, slightly parted lips, and spoke in a low voice:

"It seems... I have a cold."

She quickly helped Dongyang up and touched his back, which was soaked with sweat. She found a thermometer, put it in Dongyang's armpit, and immediately changed into clothes for going out.

The temperature was 38.5°. There were medicines at home, but she didn't dare to give them to Dongyang. She carried the little girl on her back and said:

"Auntie will take you to the clinic."

The community clinic is open 24 hours a day, the doctors are reliable, and more importantly, it is close so you can see a doctor right away.

"Dongyang, tell your aunt where you feel uncomfortable." She was extremely anxious.

"Hmm..." The child opened his mouth slightly, his voice weak.

The clinic was not far away, but Tong Yao was weak and overestimated her ability. She carried the child on her back and was out of breath all the way. When she arrived at the clinic, the doctor was frightened by her condition and thought the child was dying of asthma.

……

"Open your mouth, ah——"

"Ah——" the little girl opened her mouth.

"Cough?"

"Kind of."

“Is the air conditioning on?”

"Ah."

"There's no need to turn on the air conditioner in this weather. Don't try to stay cool." The doctor said, "It's a cold. It's not serious. Just take some medicine."

"Don't you need an injection?" Tong Yao asked quickly.

“Injections are not recommended.”

Dong Yang also said weakly: "Don't get an injection..."

It was a false alarm, Tong Yao breathed a sigh of relief and hugged Dong Yang:

"I scared you to death, you silly kid. You hid in your room and slept alone, and you didn't even send me a message. What if I didn't notice?"

Dong Yang lowered his head and whispered: "I was wrong..."

The patient was the most important, and Tong Yao was reluctant to blame him. After taking the medicine, she carried the little girl home again. She suddenly understood Jiang Wu's feelings. She would be very anxious if something happened to the child, not to mention the risk of side effects that could be prevented.

But what if you could save one person?

What kind of person would you save? A good person, a bad person, an optimistic person, a pessimistic person, a Chinese person, a foreign person? This seems to be very important, but not so important. Kudo Shinichi said that killing people may require a reason, but saving people does not require a reason.

However, if the person who can be saved happens to be Misu...

She shook her head, and when she got home, she focused on taking care of Dongyang.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me." She emphasized repeatedly.

"Well," Dong Yang pulled at the quilt and said softly, "I'm sorry..."

"Okay, Auntie doesn't blame you."

That night, Tong Yao slept under the winter sun.

In the morning, Dongyang's temperature was taken again and her fever had subsided. It was normal for children to have a fever, but the reaction would be greater than that of adults. Although there were still some minor symptoms, Dongyang had basically recovered. Tong Yao put a mask on her. The little girl still remembered her responsibility as the class monitor to open the door, so Tong Yao sent her to school early.

On the way, they met the little tabby cat again. Tong Yao told herself that she already had Tamamo and she couldn't fall in love with everyone she met, but... sure enough, she was still so cute.

"Aunt, cat." Dongyang pointed at the kitten.

"I saw it." She smiled. "Do you like it?"

"Ah."

"Want to raise one? You have to ask it if it wants to."

"Then I'll ask."

Dong Yang squatted down and hooked his hand towards the kitten, but the kitten was very alert and would not come over. He had to go to school and could not waste too much time, so Dong Yang could only leave in disappointment.

In the past few days, several more basketball games were played. Class 9 advanced all the way, and more and more people in the class came to watch the game and cheer. After all, Class 9 is very good, and they are also honored together. Cheer for the class, just like they are also playing on the court.

"Actually, if you don't look at his personality, Li Minghe is quite handsome." Some girls gathered together to discuss.

"It turns out that Zhang Chao is such a good basketball player!"

When they win, everyone on the court is full of vigor and vitality. The usually gentle students show their wild side on the court, and each of them is like a walking hormone, and their charm rises several levels.

Li Minghe dribbled the ball, sweat pouring down his bronze skin. He passed the ball to Zhang Chao, who pushed it lightly and the ball went in. The girls outside the court cheered.

But Teacher Tong was not there.

As the number of cheerleaders increased in the class, Teacher Tong, like other teachers, stopped coming.

Li Minghe's scoring decreased, and he became a supporting player. It's not that he became selfless, but he suddenly had less desire to show off.

And, he wanted to win. He wanted to prove to Teacher Tong before the class division that he was not a hopeless person who only knew how to fight.

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