It's not a very good school.
The rottenness was probably even worse than the branch school where Tong Yao stayed. The gate was quite gorgeous, in order to lure students and parents in. The security guard was smoking and stopped a few young men. When Tong Yao was wondering if they could get in, the little girl came up and said a few words, and the security guard let them in.
"What did you say?" She didn't hear it just now.
"Just said my name." Ruan Qian raised her lips.
"Really?" Tong Yao didn't believe it. "You are so famous?"
Ruan Qian pointed to the bulletin board at the door.
Tong Yao looked and found that the little girl was among the famous people in the school.
A famous young entrepreneur and cartoonist.
She exclaimed: "It's quite impressive."
"I donated 5,000 books to the school library," said the little girl.
She hopes that books can become a stepping stone for the children in this small city.
"Hey," Tong Yao asked, "Which one is it?"
Ruan Qian stuck out her tongue and said, "I haven't donated to No. 1 Middle School yet, I plan to donate to other places."
No. 1 Middle School is more important to her than junior high school, and it is even the most important stage in her life.
Because it was there that she met Teacher Tong.
"Ruan Xi?"
A voice made them turn around. It was a boy holding a basketball and wearing a League of Legends T-shirt. The girl tilted her head and tried to recognize the boy in front of her:
"Fu Bai, hello."
The boy looked at them, obviously uncomfortable, and said:
"Why are you back..."
"Come back and have a look. Why are you here?"
"I came in to play some basketball... Ha, they're waiting for me, so I'm leaving first."
Fu Bai left in a hurry.
"Who is it?" Tong Yao asked curiously.
"My junior high school classmate used to like pulling my hair."
I even wanted to tell her some dirty jokes at the last class reunion.
"That means he has a crush on you." Tong Yao judged, "Now he has given up because of the difficulty."
The little girl was silent.
"what happened?"
"I'm glad." Ruan Qian narrowed her eyes and gently held Tong Yao's fingers, "I'm glad that I didn't give up in the face of difficulties."
Chapter 192: Original Intention
"What are you talking about? So corny."
Tong Yao slapped Ruan Qian's hand away and said deliberately, "We are outside, don't touch me."
The little girl hugged her from behind, her palms covering her belly:
"I'll touch it."
The two were having a good time when suddenly, someone who didn't understand romance came to interrupt.
"Hey, isn't this classmate Ruan Qian?"
Tong Yao froze and quickly broke free from the little girl's arms. Ruan Qian was also a little embarrassed. She turned around, recognized the person, and nodded:
"To the principal."
Principal Xiang is a thin old man, dressed very simply, looking at Tong Yao happily:
"This is……"
"My high school teacher." Ruan Qian replied.
"Oh." The principal understood.
Tong Yao always felt that the other person's eyes were somewhat teasing. The scene of her being hugged by the little girl just now must have been seen. How could she, as a teacher, put her face? She felt complicated and said:
"Hello."
Ever since the little girl donated 5,000 books, the school has informed the gatekeeper - from now on, when this person enters the school, the school leaders will be notified immediately so that they can receive her.
Maybe we can get some donations.
"What's the matter with you coming back to school this time?" The principal said kindly, "You are really the pride of the school. When I meet people, they always ask, 'Do you know that young entrepreneur Ruan Qian? She graduated from our school!'"
The girl is much more well-known in fourth- and fifth-tier cities like Xiangnan than in Changsha. Online games have penetrated deeply into small cities like this, and Internet cafe culture is flourishing. There are posters of "League of Legends" everywhere, and there is almost no student here who doesn't know Ruan Qian.
"You're too kind." Ruan Qian said modestly.
They entered the teaching building, where students were still taking extra classes. Although this junior high school was poor in the province, it was good enough locally. Most parents who sent their children here had the hope that their sons would become successful and their daughters would become outstanding, so it was natural for them to take extra classes.
The principal kept talking all the way, but the little girl thought he was talking too much, so she politely said she wanted to go shopping by herself. The principal understood and said, "Feel free to contact him if you have any questions," and then left.
Ruan Qian looked at the frosted glass on the classroom window and felt nostalgic.
When you are happy, the memories you recall are also beautiful.
"Ruanruan," Tong Yao held onto the railing. They were on the fifth floor, and looking down from such a height made people dizzy. "Which class were you in before?"
"That's it." The little girl pointed directly opposite.
The get out of class was just over, and the students rushed out in a swarm. The next one to come out was a female teacher in her thirties or forties. She came over and looked at Ruan Qian for a moment, then said in surprise:
"Ruan Xi?"
The little girl said gently: "It's me, Teacher Fan. I didn't expect you to teach this class."
Tong Yao stood aside, dazed, not expecting to meet the little girl's former teacher.
"You've opened a company now, that's amazing. Of all the students I've taught, you're the most successful one now." Teacher Fan smiled, "It really made sense to go to a big city to study in high school."
"At first I couldn't keep up with the rhythm over there." The little girl said embarrassedly, and then used her elbow to turn Tong Yao over, "This is Teacher Tong, my high school teacher, who has always taken good care of me."
Teacher Fan loves the girl and is also very kind to the nursery rhymes. After a brief greeting, she rushed to another class, reluctant to leave and very proud of the little girl.
"You seemed to be doing very well in junior high school," said Tong Yao.
"I was always in the top ten in my junior high school, and it was Teacher Fan who recommended me to apply to a high school in another city," the girl said proudly, then became discouraged, "But it didn't work out when I got to No. 1 Middle School...Everyone was so talented."
The little girl lowered her head and talked for a long time about how much care Teacher Fan had given her back then.
Listening to the nursery rhyme, I suddenly wanted to give the little girl a question that would kill her.
"Your teacher Fan and I fell into the water at the same time, and you can only save one of us. Who will you save?"
One is my mentor, the other is...my wife.
The little girl blinked and said:
"To save you, of course."
He answered so quickly.
Tong Yao wondered in her heart, is this question too low level?
How about changing it to Ruan Xiaobei?
She thought about it and decided not to embarrass the little girl.
After touring the teaching building, Ruan Qian took Tong Yao to the playground. There was no physical education class during the summer vacation, so the playground was empty. The wall was not high, but there was a railway track outside. When they arrived, a train was whizzing by, making a loud noise.
"Your school is next to the railway." Tong Yao sighed.
"Well, in physical education class there are always boys who bring footballs, basketballs or sandbags onto the railway."
"Ah? Then it's gone?"
"Yes, that's it." said the little girl.
Tong Yao was ashamed: "I thought you were going to flip over and pick it up."
"The trains passing through here are all carrying goods, and sometimes you can see trains carrying tanks." Ruan Qian sat down and smiled, "It's very impressive."
Tong Yao looked at the smile on her face, slowly sat down beside her, and rubbed her feet on the sand on the ground:
"Do you miss this place? Then let's stay a few more days."
The little girl looked at the railroad tracks for a while, then shook her head:
"I just miss those silly times."
Ruan Qian is not a workaholic.
She likes an easy life, no matter if she wastes time every day or has poor material conditions, she just wants to live a comfortable life. She did this to herself when she was in the first year of high school.
But it’s different when you have someone you like.
She didn’t feel tired in high school, but when she was in college, she was very envious when she saw people around her squandering their youth.
She also didn't like long-distance relationships because missing her was hard to bear. Not being able to see Teacher Tong felt like dying, so she would seize every opportunity to come back.
But that won't happen anymore. The company needs her more and more, and she can't spend too much time in school anymore. It's probably inevitable that she will take a leave of absence or be exempted from the course.
You can go to college at any time, but time can never be recovered.
She planned to stay in Changsha. She had gone through so much trouble to pursue the man she had been coveting for two years, and she never wanted to be separated from Teacher Tong again.
"Hey, Ruanruan, I just realized that there seems to be a super topic for the two of us!" Tong Yao on the side suddenly exclaimed. She actually didn't know what a super topic was. In her understanding, it was probably similar to a forum.
"what is inside?"
"Let me see, there is... Shit." Tong Yao's face suddenly turned red. "Isn't Weibo a legitimate platform? How can it be so explicit? Why didn't anyone block it?"
"Let me see." The little girl leaned over and read the fan fiction on the screen. "She pushed this arrogant and cold woman down on the podium and said, Teacher, you must have been in love before... Relax..."
It's so yellow.
Log out and scroll down, the entire list is filled with fan fiction.
Tong Yao was furious.
Why do all authors write her as the following?
It’s also very beautifully written.
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Ruan Qian took Tong Yao to play on the street until very late, so late that Tong Yao was drowsy and yawning on the road.
They didn't drive when they went out, and took the last bus home. Tong Yao rarely took the bus in this life, and it was so late, there were not many passengers on the bus, so the two of them occupied a row. Since there was no one else, Tong Yao let go and fell asleep directly on the little girl's shoulder.
Since the last competition, she discovered that although sleeping like this was not the most comfortable, it was indeed the happiest.
The night road is long.
"arrive."
"Teacher Tong?"
After calling her twice, she still didn't wake up. The little girl was embarrassed and said, "Master, she fell asleep. Please wait a moment."
The master was not in a hurry: "Okay."
After shouting several times, Tong Yao finally woke up. When the little girl helped her get out of the car and turned back to say "thank you" repeatedly to the driver, she realized how soundly she had slept.
I just wanted to take a nap, but I fell asleep...
"I should have called you one stop earlier." The little girl looked for her own reasons.
Tong Yao was almost moved to tears by the child's honesty.
When she got home, Gu Yiwen and Ruan Chen were both asleep, so she left the lights on in the living room. Sometimes they took a quick shower together, sometimes they took a slow shower, but today it was quicker. She fell asleep as soon as she got on the bed, and the little girl turned on the computer and continued to work during the day.
"Ruanruan, go to bed early and don't be too tired."
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