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

In the second class, the teacher in charge was the chemistry teacher Long Ting.

A woman in her early thirties, with mean features, she is said to be unmarried. Although she doesn't curse at people, she will stare at you when she gets angry, just like a female ghost. She is nicknamed the Iron Virgin.

Ruan Qian felt guilty because she hadn't handed in her chemistry summer homework and was afraid of attracting Long Ting's attention.

At this time, a man walked up to the podium.

Ruan Qian took a quick look and was shocked to find that it was Ji Chen again.

He was holding a competition book in his arms.

"What's wrong?" Long Ting turned her head and asked at the podium.

"I'm going to ask Teacher Tong about the problem." Ji Chen explained.

Long Ting nodded: "Okay, go ahead."

Ruan Qian: “!!”

This guy!

I want to take this opportunity to go find Teacher Tong alone!

With Teacher Tong's personality, as long as he has time and Ji Chen doesn't leave, he will keep talking, right? !

Ji Chen... a parasite who only knows how to ask questions of the teacher, an infant without the ability to think independently. It is this kind of people who make the social atmosphere unhealthy and make the elite class become sophisticated egoists. Why would they study for the Olympic Games when they have such poor self-study ability...

Her jealousy was about to burst out of her eyes.

She envied Ji Chen very much.

Sometimes she felt like she was possessed by a demon, as she was so nervous about a teacher she had just met that she was nervous about everything else.

But from this seat, you can see the door of the office at the stairs by looking out the window.

Ruan Qian bit the pen cap, fidgeting. It took more than ten minutes to finish one question, but Ji Chen still hadn't come back.

With a "whoosh", she stood up.

Long Ting on the podium looked up instantly, staring at her from beginning to end.

Ruan Qian walked up to him with her head held high, lowering her head to the ground, holding a pile of math books in her arms. She whispered:

"Teacher, I want to... ask Teacher Tong a question."

Long Ting glanced at her:

"Have you finished your chemistry homework?"

"Uh... no..."

"Then go and do your chemistry homework first. I'm here. If you have any questions, you can ask me directly." Long Ting's words could not be refused.

"But..." Ruan Qian's words got stuck in her throat, and she finally lowered her head, "Okay..."

She returned to her seat dejectedly.

Jiang Yiming was laughing at her with glee beside her, but she was too lazy to pay any attention to him.

Chapter 4: Under the light, she was alone

"The test point of this question is Menelaus' theorem. If you want to study on your own for the competition, you must master these." In the office, Tong Yao poked the triangle on the book with the tip of her pen, and Ji Chen next to her scratched his head in confusion.

"Do you understand?" she asked.

"I understand...I understand." Ji Chen forced a smile.

In fact, he didn't understand, but as an excellent student he didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the teacher, so he decided to stop there and go back to carefully read the proof process written by Teacher Tong on this page.

"Why not sign up for the competition class?" Tong Yao asked curiously.

"Ha, it's a bit late to start in the second year of high school." Ji Chen laughed self-deprecatingly, "I just want to try and see if I can get the second place in the province. If I'm lucky, I can get a chance to apply for self-recruitment."

"Well, come on." Tong Yao tilted her head and said with a smile.

"By the way, teacher," Ji Chen suddenly said, "can I add your QQ? If there are any activities in our class, we can invite you to join us."

Tong Yao blinked her eyes and said with a hint of ridicule: "Didn't you give your phone to Teacher Li?"

"How could that be!" The boy waved his hands quickly, "Give me your QQ number and I'll add it this weekend."

Tong Yao raised her eyebrows: "Okay."

She neatly wrote down the QQ number on a piece of scratch paper and handed it to the monitor of Class 7.

Then, Ji Chen left, she stretched, and the world was finally quiet.

She wanted to lie on the table for a while, but was afraid she would fall asleep.

"Teacher Tong is really hard-working," said Physics teacher Lu across the table. "Ji Chen is also studious and curious. This kid even asked you for your QQ number, haha."

"Ha... nothing," Tong Yao touched her hair, "QQ and other things are just for fun for kids."

As she spoke, she thought of something, logged into QQ, and set her space so that answers to questions could be seen.

She didn't want her students to see her past. Teachers still need to maintain a sense of mystery and dignity.

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"I got Teacher Tong's QQ number!"

During the break, Ji Chen ran around the classroom like a messenger who had received good news.

"Fuck, Brother Chen is awesome!"

"Let me be healthy!"

A group of boys were making a lot of noise next to Ji Chen's seat.

Ruan Qian couldn't sit still anymore.

Teacher Tong...you are a teacher! How can you give your QQ number to students?

Ji Chen, this evil-minded guy...

She had forgotten that her homeroom teacher Li Hanqiang had written her QQ number on the blackboard at the beginning of the school year and that she didn't want to be added.

In short, she also wanted to know Teacher Tong’s QQ number.

But she is not familiar with Ji Chen.

Ji Chen was in Class Four when he was a freshman in high school. He was transferred to Class Seven because he did not do well in the examination for class division between arts and sciences in his second year of high school. He became the leader among the boys in just one summer of remedial classes. However, he... was probably the lonely and gloomy guy in the eyes of others.

She didn't want to ask Ji Chen for it.

How about... taking a few sneak peeks?

The body moved faster than the mind. She was holding a cup of water, as if she was going out to get some water. When she passed by Ji Chen's desk, she saw a string of numbers on the draft paper and quickly wrote down the first four digits.

When I wanted to look again, I was blocked by a boy.

She pretended that she had forgotten something and walked back. After repeating the act several times, she finally saw the next four numbers clearly. However, the last number was always covered by an arm and she could never see it clearly again after it flashed by.

Forget it, I can figure out the last number by trying them one by one.

"Jiang Yiming," Ruan Qian returned to her seat, "lend me your phone."

The boy next to her said "Huh?" but still gave her the phone.

Ruan Qian finally figured out the number.

A QQ with the ID Shuten-doji.

Ruan Qian guessed that this was Teacher Tong, because there was a word "Tong" in her name, her avatar was a cute monster, and her signature read "I will block anyone who harasses me." In order to avoid exposing her cell phone and betraying her deskmate, she didn't add QQ, but clicked into Teacher Tong's QQ space to see Teacher Tong's secrets.

——Access is restricted.

"What's my pet's name?"

Who can answer this?

Ruan Qian felt a headache and tried common names like "Xiaobai", "Ahuang" and "Mimi", but all failed.

"Hey, Teacher Tong is out." Jiang Yiming said suddenly.

"Where?!" Ruan Qian instantly shifted her attention, and sure enough, she saw Tong Yao's figure in the corridor. She was like a fluttering butterfly flying through the corridor, making countless people who passed by want to catch her.

"I guess he went to Class 4 to supervise the evening self-study." Jiang Yiming judged.

Ruan Qian's lips were pursed into a straight line.

She almost forgot that Teacher Tong also had to teach Class 4.

Class 7 was just a passer-by in her life.

I am perhaps the most inconspicuous button on the passerby. Class 4 has good grades and the students are obedient. From this perspective, Class 7 may still be the worst passerby.

Her heart was filled with an emotion, an emotion she had experienced many times before: discouragement.

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Many people usually think that students with poor or average grades like to get close to teachers. In fact, this is not the case. Students with good grades also like to do so.

Tong Yao, who works in the fourth shift, has a deep understanding of this.

More people came to ask questions, and many of them asked very sophisticated questions, which she herself sometimes couldn't understand. The discipline of both classes was good, and she actually felt more comfortable teaching Class 7.

It takes too much brain cells to teach top students.

After all, she is not an experienced teacher with decades of experience. She still thinks about many problems in a university way and has not yet completely switched to the way of thinking for high school questions.

This is also the reason why she spends a long time preparing lessons.

The last person to ask a question was the monitor of Class 4, Xu Yin. She was a pretty girl with a neatly done lotus leaf hairstyle and had the purity and cuteness that was unique to a JK.

Tong Yao seems to have discovered a trend: in science, the better the grades in a class, the more girls there are serving as class leaders.

Is it because the girls in the class below are not strong enough?

Unlike this Xu Yin... I became familiar with her after just a few interactions and talking about a few topics.

"Teacher, do you have a boyfriend?" After finishing explaining the question in the corridor and before entering the classroom, Xu Yin suddenly asked with a sly smile.

"Why do you care about this?" Tong Yao laughed and said, "No."

I would like to add in my mind that it will never happen in this life.

Xu Yin just continued to smile and said "Thank you, teacher."

Kids nowadays are so gossipy.

Tong Yao thought.

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Ten p.m.

After the third evening self-study get out of class, students can choose to leave school. The fourth evening self-study class is voluntary, which often results in the scene of the experimental class being brightly lit while the parallel class being deserted. Since there are only one or two teachers patrolling the corridors, discipline is entirely up to self-consciousness.

Tong Yao came out of Class 4 and, as expected, there were already boys with schoolbags playing football in the corridor of Classes 7, 8 and 9. She turned her head helplessly and went downstairs.

Finally got off work.

All she wanted now was to lie down on the bed and sleep till dawn.

When I reached the first floor, I saw a familiar figure.

Ruan Qian.

The girl was carrying a schoolbag, walking alone under the dim street lights, like a fallen leaf. In front of her, several girls from Class 7 were walking together, but Ruan Qian lowered her head, and every step she took seemed to be filled with worries.

Suddenly, they had gone far away.

Tong Yao came to her senses and continued walking towards the school gate.

She thought, she should pay more attention to it.

She doesn't want any child to take the wrong path. As a teacher, her job is to teach them, to learn how to be a good teacher and to behave like a role model for the world.

Step out of the school gate——