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

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Class 4, which has not yet started its evening self-study, is also in good order.

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Sister Yaoyao!" Xu Yin took out a box of mooncakes in the corridor. It was a very exquisite box, and it seemed like she wanted to exchange mooncakes with her.

"Thank you."

Tong Yao took it with a smile.

"Sister Yaoyao, don't you like eating eggplant?" Xu Yin put her hands behind her back and stretched them out to scratch her hair.

"Eggplant, I don't really like it..."

Nursery rhyme to be honest.

Xu Yin puffed up one side of her face and lowered her head in annoyance.

"But I'm very happy that you guys are so kind," Tong Yao said quickly, fearing to disappoint her, "Really."

The girl said "hmm", then after a while, she looked up and said with a smile:

"Then I'll go in and do my homework. Bye, Sister Yaoyao~"

"OK Bye Bye."

Tong Yao stood at the door and looked around. When her eyes swept over Chen Mo, her heart sank again. The child seemed even less angry, looking down at the questions, like a robot or a puppet being manipulated.

There were 40 people in the horse-riding dance of Class , and Chen Mo was not among the participants. She seemed to have changed. In the colorful campus life, she lived only for study.

Or live for your father.

She went in through the back door, tapped Shen Yumin on the shoulder, and motioned for him to come out with her.

outside the office.

"How are you and Chen Mo doing now?"

"…We broke up." The boy looked at the ground with lifeless eyes, "Teachers, please stop forcing her."

"We didn't force her." Tong Yao rubbed her temples, feeling a headache. "I was afraid that she would feel upset and something might happen to her. Is there something wrong with her?"

The boy lowered his head, thinking.

"She doesn't like to talk anyway." Shen Yumin's voice was full of helplessness. "With her father being the type of person he is, I don't dare to chat with her on QQ anymore."

After asking the questions, Tong Yao let the person go back.

Got nothing.

Middle school students are most likely to have psychological problems. Children of this age are easily influenced by the outside world. They will become what others teach them. It is extremely difficult for them to become better, but it only takes a moment to become worse.

She was not worried that Chen Mo would turn bad. A child with such a gentle personality was unlikely to turn into a little gangster when she relaxed. Instead, she would be more likely to collapse because of being too tense.

A broken string cannot be restored to its original state no matter how hard you try.

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In the new week, the school held a teachers' meeting, and I fell asleep listening to nursery rhymes.

Until the school leaders dropped a bombshell.

On the Mid-Autumn Festival, a senior boy from the Changya Middle School next door jumped off the building and could not be rescued.

Upon hearing the news, the entire venue became noisy.

Changya and No. 1 Middle School are both top high schools in the province and national key schools. When something like this happened, the news was suppressed by the authorities, but it could not stop the spread of rumors, and eventually all kinds of details leaked out.

It was said that the student had taken a year off due to illness and that he had jumped off the building because of excessive stress. His parents came from other places and cried so hard that the walls were about to collapse.

"Tsk tsk, these students nowadays just jump at will," Lu Bingjie shook her head repeatedly, "How sad their parents must be."

Ending life in this way is so hasty that it makes people angry and sad.

Death is a matter of a moment.

When you jump, will you still think of the people and things you care about?

Tong Yao couldn't imagine that the person who lost his life was his own student.

"Quiet!"

Vice President Tong Jiansheng shouted into the microphone, "Misfortunes never come alone. Let me show you a video of the incident on the overpass last week."

The lights in the venue dimmed and a video played on the screen.

A car stopped in the middle of the road. A boy suddenly opened the door and rushed out of the car, flipping off the bridge. The woman who got out of the car after him was extremely anxious. She looked down, then collapsed and sat on the ground, crying.

"This is a story about a mother who scolded her child, and the child got angry and committed suicide to retaliate." Tong Jiansheng said solemnly, "He died on the spot. What does the child know? They haven't even figured out the meaning of death, and it ended so hastily, without even a chance to regret. Is there something that can't be solved? Why does he have to commit suicide? It's the adults' dereliction of duty to let the child commit suicide!

"From today on, we must pay special attention to psychological counseling for students! Depression is no joke, and the school will be held responsible if there is a problem!

"Finally, there is one more important thing."

Tong Jiansheng paused and changed the file.

"The college entrance examination next year, which is for the current high school sophomores, may see changes. The higher-ups haven't confirmed it yet, but it's very likely that there will be no Hunan test paper in the future, and it will be changed to a unified national test paper. We must be prepared for changes at any time."

If the previous news of jumping off the building only made people sigh, then this topic of vested interests really made the teachers explode.

Chapter 48: Gift

The Hunan paper will be changed to the national paper.

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

"Oh my god." Lu Bingjie exclaimed.

"Wipe your head." Tong Yao said solemnly, "What does your music have to do with it? My math is the problem."

It can be imagined that the mathematics teachers' group will have to hold a lot of meetings in the future.

"Which is harder, Hunan or the whole country? Your math." Lu Bingjie looked curious.

"Hunan is more difficult," Tong Yao sighed, "After all, it is one of the major educational provinces, but the question types are different, and the teaching methods and directions are different for so long."

I'm afraid that most of the previous lesson plans and exercises I searched for will be useless.

Although she reacted strongly, she was not actually that worried.

First, it is only the first semester of the second year of high school, so there is plenty of time to align with the national test. Second, since it has just been included in the national test, there should not be any drastic changes in the first exam, and it is likely to be easier than before.

The questions are relatively simple. Not to mention for top students, it is a good thing at least for some students with weak foundations.

Although it is simple for everyone if you do it simply, the workload is much smaller for individuals, especially for students whose weak point is mathematics.

For example...soft.

Simple questions can help hard-working middle and lower-level children make faster progress.

After the meeting, her phone rang. It was a courier.

"Please pick up your express delivery at the reception desk at the school gate."

She hung up the phone and said goodbye to Lu Bingjie. Not far from the message room, the courier was waiting there, holding a medium-sized box in his hand.

It's what she wants.

She signed for the express delivery and opened the dark yellow carton. Inside was a gift - she prepared return gifts for the three children who gave her gifts during the Mid-Autumn Festival. Everyone has mooncakes, but these are exclusive to them.

A small speaker for Yin Jiali, a thermos cup for Xu Yin, and, for Ruanruan...

The little girl took the longest to choose her gift, placed her order first, and it arrived first.

She thought against her will that she treated everyone equally.

It was evening self-study time, and the little girl was probably rehearsing a dance. She went straight to the rehearsal room, and sure enough, the dance teacher was beating the rhythm, and a group of children lined up to dance.

Sorry, it’s Girls’ Generation’s “Gee”.

She saw the little girl standing in the middle, and everyone in the audience moved in unison with her.

He trains non-stop even during holidays, and now he can dance quite well.

This movement is so twisted... cough cough.

She admitted she felt a little surprised.

Ruan Qian was dancing well, but suddenly she saw Tong Yao pushing the door open, and her steps were almost messed up. The dance teacher looked like she wanted to eat her. Fortunately, she adjusted herself in time and did not mess up the others.

She thought that it would be extremely embarrassing to let Teacher Tong see her "flirting" like this. She made a heart gesture, and because of her position, she pointed it in the direction of Tong Yao, and then her face became even hotter.

She tried to give up on herself, thinking that sooner or later Teacher Tong would see it anyway - but after knowing that she liked Teacher Tong, she wanted to show her best side.

"Okay, take a five-minute break." The dance teacher clapped his hands.

The dancing girls sat down sloppily like dead dogs.

Ruan Qian resisted the urge to sit down. Seeing Teacher Tong standing at the door, she glanced at the others, none of whom had any intention of looking for Teacher Tong, so she walked to the door and whispered:

"Teacher Tong."

Tong Yao hid her hands behind her back, not wanting to send her off in front of so many people, so she cleared her throat and said, "Come on."

As soon as I arrived, I came to the stairwell.

Tong Yao turned around and handed the box over with both hands:

"For you."

Dark night, bright moon.

For some reason, she felt that the atmosphere was a little strange. It was as if the cooked glutinous rice balls had burst, and the black sesame seeds inside had overflowed, hot and sweet.

"For me?"

Ruan Qian opened her eyes wide.

Looking at the stunned little girl, she regained her thoughts and smiled:

"Happy Mid-Autumn Festival, Ruanruan."

The little girl took it stupidly, and soon she understood what the gift was - there were countless shaking sounds in the box, which was thin and long. Most people might associate it with chopsticks, but how could Teacher Tong give her chopsticks?

Then there is only one answer left.

"……brush?"

The little girl's voice trembled a little.

"You guessed it right." Tong Yao curled her eyes, "Marker pen. It's time for you to learn how to color, right? How can you concentrate on drawing comics without a good pair of pens?"

"But, but..." Ruan Qian bit her lip, "Didn't Teacher Tong not support my painting..."

The little girl sniffed. This hobby had always been a dream that she had pursued alone. It was like a small sapling that was about to crumble in the wind and rain of reality.

But now, someone has added some soil to the sapling, even just a little.

“Yes, I don’t support it.”

The nursery rhyme started off a little uncomfortably, "But who made you so persistent? I'll give you some tools so you can improve your efficiency and save time for studying..."

These words made the little girl, who was about to cry, burst into laughter.

"Why are you grinning like an idiot?" Tong Yao stretched out her hand and pressed it on Ruan Qian's head. It was furry and felt very good to touch.

The little girl held the gift box in her arms and shook her head:

"Didn't cry."

Then, looking up, the night hid the blush on her face:

"Teacher Tong is so nice."

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Tong Yao returned to the dormitory, feeling a little dizzy.

"Teacher Tong is so nice."

Omg.