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

"Um... yes, just recently."

“Does your teacher have a project?”

I don't approve of her becoming a teacher, but I take this matter very seriously.

Tong Yao answered reluctantly:

"Ah."

"Do you have a project?" Jiang Wu asked.

"...Yes, it's the 50-meter relay, it's a team event, and I'm just making up the numbers."

"Oh, I'll come and see it that day."

Tong Yao held her forehead with her hand and she knew it.

The Queen Mother would not miss any meaningful scene of her daughter, especially those she was not good at.

Although she knew she couldn't object, she still said weakly:

"No need to come, I'll only be on the field for a few seconds, you should just get back to work."

"What? You don't want to see me? Stop being so conceited. I have something else to do with your uncle. I'm not here to see you specifically." Jiang Wu sneered, talked a little bit about today's situation, and finally hung up the phone.

Having a mother who is both domineering and caring...you can only know how she feels.

Tong Yao fell on the sofa. She had some muscle soreness from running 50 meters these days - this is what happens to people who haven't exercised for a long time. The little girl didn't come to practice with her tonight, probably because she couldn't finish her homework. She ran a few times by herself, but felt bored and ended it hastily.

The sports meet is approaching, and the children's excitement is flying. The quality of their homework has obviously declined, and the monthly exam is approaching. Tong Yao is a little worried. This is like the last carnival before death.

This is indeed the case. The sports meet gives students a reason to relax themselves. Since everyone is having fun, I can play too.

On a quiet night, the same moon shines into the windows of different people. The bright light illuminates their pure yet thoughtful faces, and they can only rely on their own exploration to move forward on the confusing road ahead.

Ruan Qian opened her sketchbook and recorded today's story. She began to try four-frame comics. Her style remained simple, but it became more and more delicate day by day. Maybe... some children would think she was a cartoonist?

The girls' dormitory of Class 9 is noisier in comparison.

When Yan Zhi saw the text message on her phone, her pupils shrank and she didn't even react to the question from the person in front of her.

"Yanzhi, I'm talking to you!

"What on earth did you tell Chen Ling?!"

After a while, her eyes slowly showed some color. She deleted the message, raised her head, and smiled apologetically:

"There's really nothing between him and me. I didn't expect him to break up with you. I don't like him, not at all. He misunderstood. I made it clear to him in the afternoon."

"you……"

The girl wanted to say something, but her roommate persuaded her: "Well, it's better to see through that kind of man sooner."

The girl glanced at Yan Zhi and whispered: "I used to treat you as a friend.

"You're so pathetic."

Yan Zhi's body trembled slightly, and then she turned around without revealing any expression. Then, she forwarded an article titled "Stay Away from Green Tea Bitch" in a QQ group without a teacher, and said, "Green Tea Bitch is so scary nowadays."

Several boys agreed quickly, but there was not even a ripple in her heart.

These were not her goals.

If Tong Yao were asked to name the best student she has ever taught, it would be Xu Yin.

The monitor of Class Four, one of the top ten students in the grade, is pretty and intelligent, responsible and generous, gentle and considerate, and has a bit of the cunning and cuteness that are unique to girls.

She has no plans to fall in love or get married, but if she has to consider it, Tong Yao feels that Xu Yin would be her ideal type if she were a few years older. Both of them are rational people, and life would probably be easy for them.

But it’s still easiest to be alone.

At least until now, she has not been attracted to anyone.

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Even if it is a sports meet, we have to gather in class at 7:20.

Because she didn't have to run, Ruan Qian got up a little later today. When she arrived at the classroom, she found that half of the people were not there yet. Laogai was sitting on the podium with no emotion, and there were still tasks he had assigned on the blackboard.

"Everyone please submit at least one broadcast script."

The so-called broadcast script is the passionate cheering script read by the radio station when others are competing. The general idea is "Come on, athletes of Class XX", which is awkward and hypocritical, but it is embarrassing if other classes have it but our class does not. Apart from other aspects, at least the form is what Laogai, as a Chinese teacher, pays the most attention to.

Fortunately, mobile phones were distributed during the sports meet. Although everyone couldn’t write, they could still copy it from the Internet.

In the dormitory, Tong Yao got up leisurely. She didn't have to go to class or make up lessons, which was a rare holiday for the teacher. She could hear the "Welcome March" from the playground from a distance. She packed up and went out, and just then a message came on her phone.

Jiang Wu: "Your brother and I are at the playground."

Nursery Rhyme: "...I'll be right there."

When she arrived at the playground, the football field in the middle was already filled with students. A leader who came from nowhere sat on the rostrum with the support of the school's top management. In the audience, she quickly found Jiang Wu and Tong Hua. Both of them were very conspicuous, and they were doubly conspicuous when put together, especially Jiang Wu. Time had treated her gently, making Tong Hua look like a gigolo kept by a domineering female president.

"mom."

Tong Yao shouted and sat obediently beside her.

Jiang Wu wore sunglasses and pointed to the audience:

"Which class are you in charge of?"

"Um... those two," Tong Yao searched the crowd for the raised class sign, "Class 4 and Class 7."

Jiang Wu narrowed her eyes: "Nothing special."

"Mom," Tong Yao was unhappy that her students were looked down upon, "Can you tell their characteristics from such a distance? Besides, do they have to have characteristics?"

"You're not so anxious to find a boyfriend when I asked you to." Jiang Wu smiled, "You treasure your students so much?"

Tong Yao rolled her eyes and turned away.

Time passed slowly, the music stopped, and two students, a boy and a girl, walked towards the podium. Tong Yao looked over and found that one of the girls was Xu Yin.

"Dear leaders and teachers."

"Dear students."

"good morning guys!"

It has that flavor.

Tong Yao found the host's expressive voice very interesting. Although she knew that Xu Yin was excellent, she didn't expect that she would not be stage fright when hosting a sports meet. It can be said that she has developed all-roundly in moral, intellectual, physical and aesthetic aspects.

"I'm the host, Wang Minghao from Class 1, Grade 2."

"I'm the host, Xu Yin from Class 4, Grade 2."

The rostrum was between the two sides of the auditorium, and one could see the rostrum from a close distance. Jiang Wu watched for a while and commented:

"You teach that girl from Class 4, right? She's pretty and a good host too."

Tong Yao added: "She is still in the top ten in her grade."

Jiang Wu was not surprised. Unless it was a public review, the result of being able to stand on the podium could not be bad.

After a string of nice words, the leaders stood up and bowed one by one, and the students in the audience clapped until their hands were numb. The music started again, and this time, it was the entrance ceremony.

First is the first grade, followed by the second grade.

The collective has a kind of shocking power. When a class of people march in neat steps and shout slogans, even the audience will feel their blood boiling.

It’s class four now.

This group of academic elites also did their best in sports. They creatively changed the way they marched between goose stepping and marching in unison. The sound of their footsteps on the ground was quite consistent. Even Jiang Wu praised them a few times.

"The people coming towards us are Class 7 of Senior 2..."

Tong Yao looked around at Class 7 as they came over. The crowd walked to the podium and Ji Chen gave orders. With so many examples before them, the children shouted much louder than during rehearsal:

"There are tigers in the mountains and dragons in the water. Class 7, Class 7, there are crouching tigers, hidden dragons!"

"puff."

Tong Yao couldn't help but smile softly.

It's quite childish.

She saw Ruanruan in the crowd shouting particularly hard. Although her voice was drowned out by the boys' shouts, her desperate look was still imprinted in her mind.

"Is this your Class 7?" Jiang Wu covered her mouth and yawned. "To be honest, it's pretty average, much worse than Class 4, and not very organized."

Tong Yao retracted her gaze and said softly, "There is indeed a gap."

“But I like them very much.”

Perhaps infected by her smile, Jiang Wu supported his chin and rarely hit her.

I don't know when, I felt a chill on my hands.

Jiang Wu was puzzled and raised her head, and the chill fell on her forehead again.

"It's raining," Tong Yao frowned, "Fortunately, it's not too heavy."

Just a little drizzle.

There was no sunshine and the weather turned cloudy.

"What if it rains heavily?" Tong Hua asked, "Should we do it another day?"

"It's not possible to change it to another day," Tong Yao shook her head. "We made all the arrangements based on the weather forecast. It won't rain too hard. If it does rain heavily... the sports meet will have to be compressed into one day."

If time is insufficient, some projects and processes will inevitably be cancelled.

There were also bursts of lamentations on the football field.

None of the students wanted to go back to study—they had already bought a big bag of snacks and were just waiting to eat them while watching the game and playing with their phones.

Now, we can only pray that the rain doesn't get heavier.

The entrance ceremony was over and the competition had officially begun. Jiang Wu was too lazy to watch the students' competition. She asked the teachers and found out that the relay race would be held after 4pm, and then she took Tong Hua away. But Tong Yao still remembered her promise - to watch Ruanruan's competition. The first few events of the sports meet were the women's 100-meter race, and Ruanruan had probably gone to register.

She stood up and walked towards the registration area.

"Come on!" He Xueyu stood aside and cheered Ruan Qian on.

Ji Chen was also present. As a class monitor, he was quite responsible. He used the class funds to buy a box of Red Bull and provided it to the athletes in each class:

"Come, have a drink of Red Bull!"

The girl was very upset. She didn't really believe in the effects of sports drinks and thought they were a scam:

"Thank you, but no thanks."

She took a few deep breaths and secretly looked at her opponents. There was a tall girl who looked very powerful, but she was not very sure.

"Ruanruan, are you ready to run?"

The sound of water flowed into her thoughts.

When Ruan Qian came to her senses, she saw Teacher Tong looking at her and waving gently.

"nervous?"

The nursery rhyme asked.

Ruan Qian's heartbeat quickened.

Nervous, she was very nervous.

But she said: "...It's OK."

"Don't be nervous, just play your best." Tong Yao smiled and uttered the word that Ruan Qian could guess by looking at the shape of her mouth -

"come on."

Chapter 27: Reborn

During sports meets, there is always this scene: a popular guy participates in the competition, and a bunch of people go to cheer him on. When he runs through the class stands, everyone screams for him. When this guy crosses the finish line, there are already people in the class waiting behind the finish line to hold him up.

What if… is someone who is less popular?

Maybe none of the classmates knew that this person was participating in a competition. From beginning to end, perhaps only a girl who was overflowing with sympathy for everyone would say “come on”.

Ruan Qian wants to be the first type of person.