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

She knew that Teacher Tong always wanted her to be brave, and she also wanted to show herself in front of Teacher Tong. If she could be remembered by Teacher Tong when she shined, she would be willing to participate in the performance at the art festival.

But rehearsals also take time.

About an hour a day.

Is it too much?

Stuck on the edge of a difficult decision: not too much, not too little.

"Ruan Qian!"

Suddenly, a boy shouted.

As a pretty girl, it is normal for boys to point out this kind of activity.

The little girl was at a loss for a moment.

"Ruan Qian, can you participate?" the labor reform officer asked peacefully.

It is clear that the idea is to use courtesy first and then force.

"I……"

The girl swallowed, "...Okay."

At that moment, the truest thoughts in one's heart were exposed.

She wants to participate.

Studying is tiring and painting is busy, but she still wants to participate.

She wanted to be different, to make the timid and withdrawn Ruan Qian disappear without a trace, and to let everyone recognize the new and excellent Ruan Qian.

If she is no longer Teacher Tong’s student in the future, she must become a strong person, stronger than any of Teacher Tong’s students.

It would be best if there is no room for anyone else except yourself.

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Are all men created equal?

Maybe not.

At least at art festivals, people are differentiated based on their appearance.

Those who were selected to participate in the festival dance were all good-looking boys and girls. Ruan Qian had good looks, so the dance teacher pulled her to the center position as soon as she saw her.

In the empty classroom, desks and chairs were piled in the corner.

"Stand here first." The dance teacher held his chin and thought, "Have you ever danced?"

The little girl shook her head.

"Come here," the female teacher in her early thirties held her waist, "bend down and see."

The little girl was confused and said hurriedly:

"I can't... I haven't practiced..."

"I'm holding you, it's okay, go slower," the dance teacher said seriously, "I want to see how flexible you are."

The program needs a lead dancer, and the dance teacher hopes that this lead dancer is Ruan Qian. The lead dancer needs to do some extra movements, and when doing these movements, the stage lights are focused on one person, and the basic condition of this person is appearance.

Class 7's program consisted of two dances. Ten girls danced to Girls' Generation's classic songs, and five boys danced to cool hip-hop dance. Among the boys, Ji Chen had some dancing skills and made his debut as the center.

The girls bent down first, and the boys were happy to watch, but the teacher then asked them to do splits.

Screams were heard from the empty classroom.

The bell for evening self-study get out of class rang.

Thinking that other students have already completed homework for several courses, the students who are still rehearsing feel even more unbalanced.

"Tuk, Tuk, Tuk."

There was a knock on the open door.

Tong Yao stood at the door and said with a smile:

"I'm here to take a look, am I disturbing you?"

The little girl who was doing backbends blushed.

——It’s so disturbing!

It’s so embarrassing to practice in front of Teacher Tong!

But the other students were very welcoming and even had the time to ask if today's homework was difficult.

"Teacher, please bend down too!"

"You wish." Tong Yao sat on the table, took out her phone and took a picture of the little girl, "Everyone, look here."

Ruan Qian: “!!”

She didn't want to be remembered by Teacher Tong in this posture at all.

At one side, the dance teacher was pressing a boy down.

"Teacher, I can't go down!"

"It's OK! Try harder! Keep your hands on the ground!"

"what!"

The boy's performance made the girl laugh secretly.

"What kind of dance do girls do?" Tong Yao asked curiously.

"Oh!", the song by Girls' Generation. The dance teacher shook her ponytail. "What's your name?"

"No need to worry about your surname being Tong."

"Oh, you're Teacher Tong, right? My last name is Zhang."

"I just came from Class 40. They were practicing Gangnam Style, the horse-riding dance." Tong Yao smiled, "More than people were practicing there."

A simple dance naturally needs more people to support it.

"By the way, Teacher Tong, are you free?" The dance teacher pressed the boy's back, "Can you help me keep an eye on the girl who's leading the dance? Support her when she bends down."

Ruan Qian, who was slowly leaning back, was stunned. Then, she heard Teacher Tong say uncomfortably:

"Ah? Is this... okay?"

"Sure, hold her so she doesn't exert too much force or fall."

Tong Yao and the little girl looked into each other's eyes. She didn't think anything of it at first, until she put her hand on the little girl's back, then she realized that this posture was inappropriate.

For example, the little girl's chest was puffed out, and her budding figure was usually covered by the loose school uniform jacket, but now...

It's like I'm serving food.

It's quite interesting...

Miss Tong blushed and held the little girl. For the first time, she felt that this timid and shy child had some mature charm.

After all, she is a girl in her prime.

She quickly stopped her thoughts, moved her eyes away, and glimpsed that the little girl's clothes were not completely tucked into her pants. She leaned back, revealing her flexible and strong waist, and even a hint of a six-pack.

It's really... different from me.

She couldn't help but think.

A gust of cold wind blew in from the classroom window. The little girl seemed to feel cold and subconsciously tightened her abdomen. Tong Yao didn't know what was wrong with her, but she also moved subconsciously - she pinched the corner of the little girl's clothes and pulled them down, as if to help her tuck them into her pants.

"Teacher Tong, no need..."

Ruan Qian, blushing, could not stand up and could only whisper. Tong Yao suddenly woke up and quickly explained:

"I just pull it down!"

The little girl bent down, her braids hanging on the ground, and she closed her eyes in shame. Teacher Tong...his fingers touched her lower abdomen, and her body softened in an instant. Fortunately, she was supported and did not fall.

Actually...it's not impossible for Teacher Tong to want to do that, but there are too many people here.

Her stomach felt numb and itchy, like an electric shock, and she was unable to resist.

wrong.

She was not stupid, she had already noticed that her feelings towards Teacher Tong had changed. The rain eventually made the seeds sprout, but the flowers that bloomed were not the flowers that Tong Yao had imagined.

Chapter 45: Jealousy

Ruan Qian has a special hobby, which is to search the name "nursery rhyme" on the Internet.

Although most of the information is irrelevant, one can occasionally find some posts and forums where the person mentioned is indeed her teacher Tong.

She can learn more about Teacher Tong, and every time she does so, she feels as happy as if she has discovered a new world.

It's not right.

The adolescent girl couldn't tell the specific emotions. Was she dependent on Teacher Tong like a fledgling, or was she respecting and loving the teacher? It could even be...

The blasphemy that I want to touch.

She didn't dare tell anyone about this thought.

She always felt that she held Teacher Tong in the most sacred position in her heart. This person who broke into her life seemed to have become a beacon of her life. She was like a silly villager in another world. One day, the goddess came and chose her as a hero. She patiently guided her and she grew up step by step. As a result, she didn't think about defeating the devil, but instead thought about defeating the goddess first.

Even the little girl finds such a hero hateful.

I just admired Teacher Tong too much, and was influenced by the comics, so I had such strange thoughts.

She was lying on the bed, and suddenly stood up. There was no one in the dormitory on weekends. She took out the sinful comic book and wanted to destroy it and throw it into the garbage truck at the dormitory door - but she hesitated to move. Holding the comic book, she still felt... reluctant.

Even if this is an evil tool used by the devil to seduce the hero.

Or... don't throw it away. You can still read it when you grow up.

She put her feelings aside and ignored them, maybe this way she could get along with Teacher Tong as before. She actually hoped someone could answer her doubts, but due to the workload of No. 1 Middle School, most girls were career-oriented and could not afford to talk about love. But if they knew about it, they would start to make a fuss in the classroom, and it would not take long for everyone to know that "Ruan Qian has someone she likes."

The little girl didn't want Teacher Tong to hear such words.

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By the Mid-Autumn Festival, the weather was even colder. Leaves were swept to the roadside, and some were blown by the wind, making it look particularly bleak. Some students who were still stubbornly wearing summer school uniforms also put on coats one after another - they had a trick up their sleeves, so they could show off their favorite clothes with their coats and summer school uniforms, and they could also take them off directly when they were inspected, revealing the short-sleeved school uniform underneath.

In Class 7, Tong Yao sat on the podium. She had two math classes in a row, so she did not leave during breaks and stayed in the classroom to read the content of the next class.

"Teacher Tong is wearing black stockings today."

Xu Hao turned around and smiled strangely.

Jiang Yiming showed an expression that said "We are half-brothers" and nodded several times.

Ruan Qian rolled her eyes at the boys and wanted to cover their mouths to stop them from speaking.

But I couldn't help but glance at Teacher Tong's legs.

Tong Yao was wearing a casual suit today, and black stockings under her hip skirt. She looked so serious, but stockings always made boys have wild thoughts, especially with such slender and perfect legs as hers, which made the whole class lose their minds.

We are all high school students now, and no one is innocent anymore. It is common to drive a small train in dreams.

Ruan Qian seemed to be the most obedient student. She was wearing school uniform from short-sleeved shirt to coat. Her childish look was pure and innocent. When the bell rang, Tong Yao on the stage raised her head and waited for everyone to come in before continuing her lecture.

There are sounds of reading in the classroom next door.

Not only his legs, Teacher Tong's handwriting is also very beautiful. Unlike some teachers, when he is copying notes, suddenly there are incomprehensible words.

And Teacher Tong’s voice is like water and singing, soft and melodious, with a hint of southern accent in her Mandarin. It is refreshing even when you are upset.

Ruan Qian felt like her brain was broken as she was thinking about Teacher Tong all the time.

"Find someone to do this question," Tong Yao tapped the blackboard, "Let me see who I want to pick."

"Teacher, call me!"

A boy couldn't wait to raise his hand. Ruan Qian knew this person. He was always attentive to Teacher Tong and said some mildly flirtatious words.

She bit her lip and slowly raised her hand on the table. Although she was raising it, her fingers were curled up and pressed against her earlobes, as if she could pretend to touch her ears the next moment.