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

"Ruan Xi, are you raising your hand?"

Tong Yao laughed on the podium.

The whole class looked at her, and the little girl was so frightened that she dared not move, not knowing whether to raise her hands or put them down.

"Come up," Tong Yao said with a brisk "uh-huh," "do this question, the others will do it down below."

Ruan Qian stood up stiffly, her mind in a mess. What should she do? She should be able to do it, but her thinking ability on the podium was several beats slower than that in her seat. After taking the chalk from Teacher Tong, even her hand holding the chalk was shaking.

Why do you raise your hand when you are not sure about something?

Maybe it's because of a passion for beauty.

But she is not Wu Sangui, at most she is just a small commoner.

She seemed to be standing against the wall at the podium as punishment.

"Do you want to change the chalk?" Tong Yao suddenly said.

The little girl was startled, turned her head, and found that Teacher Tong was smiling at her with her head tilted. It was this smile that she couldn't resist. She responded blankly and turned to the podium to change the chalk. However, she only then found that the standard answer was written in the most conspicuous position in the lesson plan spread out on the podium.

Solving plane geometry problems often only requires a flash of inspiration.

She looked at Teacher Tong blankly. Teacher Tong turned his back to the audience and blinked at her.

Cute yet cunning.

No wonder the people that Teacher Tong asks to go on stage can always solve the problems.

Only then did she understand why other people liked Teacher Tong so much besides herself.

Because all students are loved by her.

We were given seven minutes to solve this problem, and in the end, one-third of the class was able to solve it.

When Ruan Qian stepped down from the stage, she received applause from the whole class.

"Damn, you managed to make this?" Jiang Yiming exclaimed. He was one of the ones who failed to make it.

Ruan Qian glanced at him, looked at the blackboard carefully, and copied down the question:

"Don't talk to me in class."

After class, Ruan Qian held her notebook and wanted to ask Teacher Tong questions, but Tong Yao went to Yin Jiali's desk, said something and left. She was a little disappointed and frowned. When Yin Jiali saw her, she immediately waved and said:

"Ruanruan, Teacher Tong said there will be no make-up classes this week, so let's celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Ruan Qian was stunned. No more extra lessons?

She actually likes to take extra math classes. The midterm exam is coming up in half a month, and she also has to rehearse for the art festival. No one has the mood to play, so it’s better to be with Teacher Tong.

But she also knew that Teacher Tong was very tired. The tutoring was free and took up a lot of Teacher Tong's time. During the Mid-Autumn Festival, Teacher Tong would always be with her family.

"Ruanruan, are you free this weekend?" Yin Jiali stretched out her hand and leaned on the table to look at her. "Let's go buy a Mid-Autumn Festival gift for Teacher Tong?"

She seemed to be struck, stayed still for a moment, and then nodded vigorously:

"Ok!"

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On Saturday night, Tong Yao returned home and the family had a reunion dinner.

Jiang Wu sat opposite her, holding the chopsticks with the elegance of a noble lady:

"Yaoyao, are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

"Your uncle He's son has returned here to develop his career. His name is He Shaohua. You two can have dinner together tomorrow."

These words were like a bolt from the blue.

Tong Yao raised her head from her rice bowl and said in shock:

"Are you arranging a blind date for me? No, I'm not free."

"It's not a blind date. If you feel it's not suitable, just refuse. Just meet in person." Jiang Wu said lightly, "Don't tell me you don't have time."

"Brother." Tong Yao slapped down her chopsticks and winked at Tong Hua, but she was disappointed. Tong Hua was only able to nod in agreement, with a look of helplessness in his eyes.

"Don't order your brother around," Jiang Wu sneered, "I'm not asking you to get married, what are you afraid of just meeting someone?"

"...I'm afraid you'll sell me out."

In the end, despite Tong Yao's resistance, the matter was finally finalized.

"I'll give him a slap in the face when we meet," Tong Yao said desperately, "Don't blame me then."

"If you dare to slap someone, I won't worry about you." Jiang Wu took a sip of tea and didn't take it to heart. "I told your brother to follow you from a distance, so that you won't be tricked into going to the hotel."

Tong Hua made a servile gesture of "don't worry".

Tong Yao lay on the sofa and gave him the middle finger.

The next day.

After continuous rainy days, the sky cleared up completely. The city became fresher after being washed, and breathing became smoother.

Tong Yao sat in Tong Hua's car, looking out the window gloomily. The car stopped at the entrance of the shopping mall. On the top floor of the building were the city's top cinemas and restaurants. It was said that a Michelin three-star chef had come to one of the restaurants. It was usually crowded, not to mention the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Unfortunately, the food she was going to taste today was the cooking of a three-star chef.

The other party is very sincere.

She followed the signs to the restaurant, and the waiter in a tie invited her in with a smile.

“…I haven’t said which table yet.”

"After seeing your photo," the waiter said with a smile full of polite charm, "I think no one will forget such a beautiful lady."

The mouth is quite sweet.

It would be so embarrassing if the photo was over-Photoshopped.

The waiter stopped and Tong Yao walked to the table. The handsome man sitting there stood up to greet her. He looked not much different from the photo and was indeed very handsome, unlike any man she had met before.

"Hello, Mr. He."

She was too lazy to even smile, and her face looked unusually nonchalant.

"Ms. Tong," He Shaohua said with a smile, "you are even more beautiful than in the photo."

Tong Yao nodded absentmindedly, thinking about how to refuse further development.

"Ms. Tong, did you graduate from University A? So, we are alumni. I am from the Department of Finance." He Shaohua pointed at the menu and checked the seasonal dishes on it. "What about you?"

"statistics."

She lowered her head and played with her nails.

"What does Miss Tong like to eat? Are there any dietary restrictions?"

"No, it's up to you."

"Okay, I hope the food I ordered suits your taste."

The bright restaurant is colorful, the crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling are dazzling, the piano plays an unknown but familiar tune, and the people in the restaurant speak softly, as if eating the food here makes people more elegant.

He Shaohua smiled and said, "Miss Tong is a teacher, right? I like this profession very much. We are in the same line of work."

Tong Yao raised her eyes. To be honest, she had a good impression of this man. He was gentle as jade, a modest gentleman, and he was also good-looking. It was just a pity that he was of a different gender.

The other party was very good at chatting, and always threw her a question after speaking to get her to participate, and was very patient even if she seemed uncooperative. It must be said that she became interested in the topic of "competing colleagues":

"Are you a teacher too?"

It’s her fault for not reading the information Jiang Wu gave her before coming.

"I was transferred to C University this month," He Shaohua smiled with narrowed eyes, "and now I'm an associate professor."

"...Okay." Tong Yao lost interest immediately. For a university professor, teaching is just a side job.

The restaurant served food quickly.

The chef is indeed very good at cooking and Tong Yao is very happy with his meal.

"Miss Tong, I want to invite you to watch a movie," He Shaohua said as they walked out of the restaurant, "Can you give me this opportunity?"

"Sorry, no."

Nursery rhyme answer in seconds.

The other party was obviously stunned for a moment. He didn't expect her to refuse so directly.

"Miss Tong seems to be very resistant to being with me." He smiled.

Tong Yao felt a little guilty. After all, she had eaten someone else's meal, so she felt a little sorry. But she still turned around and faced him:

"Mr. He, I don't think we are suitable. Let's leave it at that for today. I'll transfer the cost of this meal to you."

He Shaohua stood straight, looked at her, and finally smiled helplessly:

"I'm out just like that? I really admire you, Miss Tong. I won't put pressure on you, nor will I get too close to you. Can you give me a chance to pursue you?"

Tong Yao tilted her head and looked at him.

"No?" He Shaohua spread his hands, "Okay, then we are still friends, right?"

Tong Yao thought about it and didn't deny it.

"Come downstairs now?"

"Yeah. Let's go on."

Tong Yao didn't want to take the elevator because it would be awkward for two people to stay in such a small space.

What is most abundant in shopping malls are snacks and milk tea shops.

She glanced at the pink tea shop. Seeing this, He Shaohua raised his eyebrows and said:

"Do you want to drink? I'll buy it for you."

"Hey, wait..."

Before he finished speaking, he ran over. A few minutes later, he came back with two cups of milk tea.

Tong Yao was helpless. She didn't want to drink it, but she liked other people's decoration. After thinking about it, she took it. She didn't like the pearls in it, so she planned to give it to Tong Hua later.

far away.

In the crowd, Yin Jiali, who was carrying a bag, poked Ruan Qian with her elbow:

"Ruanruan, that's Teacher Tong, right? Is she on a date?"

Ruan Qian stood where she was, staring at the two people over there.

The man gave Teacher Tong a cup of milk tea, and Teacher Tong took it.

That's a real date.

There is an emotion that even an adolescent child can clearly understand, called jealousy, which is swallowing her up bit by bit.

There is no such thing as uncertain emotion.

Now, she knew more clearly than ever—

She likes Teacher Tong.

Testimonials

More than a month has passed, and it is time for this book to be put on the shelves.

Since this is the second time it’s on the shelves, I’m not excited at all… damn.

A group of people panicked.

Seriously.

Why write novels?

Because in real life, there are always some unpleasant things that we have experienced, heard about, and seen, and we want to make them perfect in the story. Life is already so cruel, so the story should be as beautiful as possible.

Although I, the author, am heartless, I live a happy life.