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

The autumn outing will gather at 7am.

No. 52 Middle School was wealthy, and all the campus buses had Mercedes-Benz logos. There were people in one bus, which meant that some unlucky people would definitely be assigned to other buses. But luck favored Ruan Qian this time, as she was with the main group and had been waiting by the bus since early in the morning.

"Why is there someone who hasn't come yet?!" The labor reform officer was furious. "He's so late! The whole class is waiting for him! How dare you!"

"Here it comes!" Ji Chen pointed to the distance.

"Still walking there! Come here!"

The labor camp roared.

So, the whole class saw the latecomer running in a panic and burst into laughter. The latecomer thought he got attention and ran in a very cool manner, but he was scolded by the labor camp officer.

Ruan Qian stood in the queue and took a piece of bread from her bag to eat. The quality of sleep at Teacher Tong's house was much better than in the dormitory. She almost overslept and rushed over without eating breakfast.

Which car did Teacher Tong take?

Maybe teachers will have a special car.

"Everyone get in the car!"

Laogai shouted.

The boys were too embarrassed to compete with the girls, so they waited behind. The slow-witted boy squeezed in first, and when he saw the girls coming up behind him, he wanted to jump down again.

"Ruanruan, where should we sit?" Yin Jiali hugged Ruan Qian's arm.

Ruan Qian was stunned and thought, is this what it feels like to be with your best friend?

She originally thought that she and Teacher Tong were close friends, after all, they were of similar age, but compared to her relationship with Yin Jiali, there were some differences.

She still needs to slowly figure out the difference.

Ruan Qian found a seat by the window at the back, took out her headphones, put them on, and closed her eyes. The car was getting noisier and noisier, probably because everyone was on board. The labor guard was loudly asking Ji Chen to count the number of people, and the lively boys were shouting in the car. Then, as the car was about to start, there was a sudden burst of enthusiastic cheers in the car.

I can't hear the song clearly either.

Ruan Qian took off her headphones, still keeping her eyes closed, until she heard that familiar, clear voice:

"…Our car can't move anymore, so we can only rely on you guys."

"Teacher Tong, sit here! I'll stand!"

"…No, aren't there seats in the back?"

Ruan Qian stared at Tong Yao as she came towards her.

"How much space do you have in your car?"

Tong Yao asked Ji Chen as she walked down the aisle.

"Yes, someone said he had a fever." The squad leader nodded.

There were five seats in the back row. The two boys sat on the right, Ruan Qian and Yin Jiali sat on the left, and there was an empty seat in the middle.

Ruan Qian quietly poked Yin Jiali's leg. Yin Jiali smiled knowingly and moved aside, leaving a space between her and Ruan Qian:

"Teacher Tong, sit here!"

Tong Yao raised her eyebrows and smiled at the little girl in the corner:

"Why do you always like to sit in the corner?"

The little girl hesitated and couldn't give a reason.

——The corner can give her a special sense of security.

And the habitual feeling of loneliness.

Some people enjoy being alone, while others are used to being alone.

The car started, and seven or eight hundred first-year students set off in a mighty procession.

"Sing!"

As we drove into the fields, the students, who could not bear the loneliness, had already started to have fun. They took a ball of paper and passed it among the crowd. The labor camp officer in front of them turned his back to the crowd and shouted "stop" when he turned back. Whoever had the ball of paper in his hand would have to perform.

When the paper ball was passed to Tong Yao, the students were excited. They were looking forward to the prodigy teacher to perform a show, but Lao Gai had not yet turned back. Tong Yao held the paper ball in her hand, and the next person who was to pass it to her, Ruan Qian, was very anxious.

"Teacher Tong, give it to me quickly!"

The little girl knew that Tong Yao wanted to give her a paper ball when she returned from labor reform, and she was so anxious that she almost cried.

Although Tong Yao felt that this sounded a bit strange, she blushed, shook her head, and said in a low and serious voice:

"This is punishment for your behavior last night."

The students didn't know what they were talking about, but the cheers became louder.

"stop!"

When a labor reform inmate looks back, he would scare a cow to death.

The paper ball was thrown into Ruan Qian's arms.

The little girl was dumbfounded.

"Sing! Sing!"

A group of people are booing.

Ruan Qian held the paper ball, at a loss, her fingers tugging at the corner of her clothes, her mouth open but no sound came out.

Tong Yao pursed her lips, feeling a little regretful and distressed. Her original intention was certainly not to punish her... Well, a little bit, but her real purpose was to let the little girl learn to express herself.

It's just a show.

Whether the performance is good or bad, it will be good for the little girl's popularity and social skills.

Although she doesn't like socializing, she is very good at teaching others.

The worst option is to not perform and let the atmosphere cool down awkwardly.

Tong Yao stood up and waved, signaling everyone to be quiet:

"Well... she's pretty shy. What do you think about me singing a song with her?"

"it is good!"

Double the happiness! The boys’ hands are about to break from clapping.

The little girl looked at her timidly, and Tong Yao leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Is it okay?", and then said, "I'll lead you to sing, and you follow", and the little girl nodded.

At this time, if you want to sing, you have to sing a song that everyone knows to liven up the atmosphere.

"This one," she thought deeply, lowering her voice, "can you sing it?"

"……Um."

"Then get ready. One, two, three, go!"

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The scenery of the fields outside the window is golden.

The uncoordinated singing slowly synchronizes.

The geese fly south.

"Every time, I am strong in the wandering loneliness.

Every time, even when I am hurt, I don’t shed tears.

I know that I have always had a pair of invisible wings,

Take me to fly, fly over despair. "

Someone started to clap their hands to keep the rhythm, and soon the whole class was inspired to do so.

Ruan Qian's voice was barely audible at first, like a fake Nan Guo. But gradually, the students heard another voice in the song, the shy girl, in the corner by the window, seemed to have really spread a pair of invisible wings.

This is a song about dreams blossoming.

And, leave a wish for yourself to imagine.

And this wish has become increasingly clear in Ruan Qian's heart.

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There is a reason why we gather early for the autumn outing.

The ride lasted more than two hours and was bumpy. Several students who were playing with their mobile phones had already developed symptoms of motion sickness, and one was vomiting all over the place while holding a plastic bag.

The students who didn’t have breakfast were already hungry, so they took out the snacks they had prepared for lunch and ate them with great crunch.

The little girl was sleeping against the window, her head bumping against the glass as the car swayed, making loud bangs.

Tong Yao took off her headphones, looked at the little girl, hesitated for a moment, then reached out and shook her shoulders.

"Um...Mr. Tong."

The soft and sticky tone is most likely to soften the hearts of children's songs.

She pointed to her thigh and asked softly:

"Would you like to lie down for a while?"

Ruan Qian still had a silly look on her face. She nodded, then lay on Tong Yao's legs.

Actually, this is just an act.

She almost screamed with happiness.

Tong Yao looked out the window uncomfortably. Some students in front of her were looking back and whispering. She suddenly felt a little regretful. Was she too careless?

Should teachers still maintain a certain distance from students?

But some people say that they want to integrate with students and become friends with them.

The little girl lay on her lap, as cute and pretty as a kitten.

She stroked the little girl's hair and endured all the kind yet teasing looks.

That's it.

Who makes me willing?

Chapter 41: People in the Same Boat

People sitting in the last row of seats are naturally the last to get off.

Physical contact is the most effective way to become intimate. Feelings of awkwardness, distance, and shyness are all nothing once two people are together.

When Ruan Qian opened her eyes, she secretly rubbed her face on Tong Yao's leg, and then she got up with her hands still on the other person's leg.

"Get off the car."

The little girl's hair was in a long single braid and was a little frizzy. It looked like a small animal's tail when she held it in her hand. She couldn't help but stroke it up and down.

"Teacher Tong?"

The little girl looked at her foolishly.

The old man blushed, Tong Yao coughed, and let go of his hand:

"Get off the bus, everyone is waiting."

The destination of this autumn outing is a village of a certain ethnic minority, featuring ancient town culture and a large waterfall.

Seeing Ruan Qian and Tong Yao getting off the bus together, a group of students smiled knowingly. In that era, lesbian culture was not so popular yet, so everyone simply thought it was pleasing to the eyes. No one was jealous, after all, in everyone's eyes, Ruan Qian was timid and not the kind of person who would show her courtesy to the teacher every day, while Teacher Tong was a rich and eloquent flower who always responded to everyone's requests.

Although Ruan Qian was the only one sleeping on the knee pillow.

“Hold on, everyone. We’ll be there in just over an hour! Take lots of photos, enjoy the scenery, and don’t fall behind!”

Ye Wei held a small loudspeaker and shouted in front of the team.

The students wailed, why do we still have to walk?

This is a road through the fields and mountains. Cars cannot drive in, and there are crops everywhere. From time to time, you can see streams and women washing clothes, as well as cow dung on the roadside that is easily stepped on by students who walk and play with their mobile phones.

Ruan Qian held her cell phone, the battery level on it showing a dangerous red. She had received her cell phone last night, but the charger was in the dormitory, and she hadn't been able to charge it while sleeping at Teacher Tong's, which made her much more boring than other students who had cell phones to play with.