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

A cute little girl talking to me like this is simply... a critical hit.

She always likes cute things, such as Tamamo, but is immune to handsome men and beautiful women. Pretty people are not necessarily cute, but cute people are definitely beautiful, that's probably the truth.

But she is a relatively calm person, not one to show off. Her smile is just a courtesy. She is happy in her heart about what she likes and will never show it on her face.

But today, I felt a little nervous and almost failed.

I don’t know if it’s because my gender has changed that my maternal instinct has overwhelmed me, but when I saw that child, my heart melted.

She lay on the sofa, covering her chest with her hands, and rolled around.

——Let’s think about the national exam.

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student dormitory.

Ruan Qian carefully unwrapped the gift box, revealing the black box inside. She gently lifted it up, and the colorful markers were like three thousand beauties in the harem, ready for her to choose from.

"Oh, you bought markers?" Chen Xi glanced at him, "Are you really going to be a painter?"

The two of them didn't get along well, Ruan Qian responded casually, and then He Xueyu exclaimed:

"Ruanruan, this pen is so beautiful! Can I use it?"

“This is a painting with color…”

She stingily refused everyone who wanted to borrow her pen.

Exquisite pencil case, fine brushes, and clear black and white Japanese trademark.

It seems very expensive.

It's easy to imagine that with the Tong family's financial resources, even buying markers would reveal several class differences.

She suddenly felt a little regretful. She shouldn't have accepted it. How could she accept such an expensive gift when she hadn't even chased Teacher Tong yet? She thought these pens were only a few dozen yuan at first, but after opening them, she discovered the jewels inside. Return them? That would be too rude. Give money to Teacher Tong? Can she afford it herself...

She closed the box, her heart filled with happy troubles.

I can never pay back what I owe to Teacher Tong.

Chapter 49: Dream Walking

"...So...that's it..."

In the empty club classroom, Ruan Qian lowered her head with a slightly red face. The black box in front of her was the marker that Tong Yao had given her.

"Look...it's about how much money..."

During lunch break today, she came to Class 9 to look for Yan Zhi and was told that Yan Zhi was in the club room. This was the film club, one of the easiest clubs to get a grade in, which was very consistent with Yan Zhi's personality.

At this moment, Yan Zhi was looking at the box seriously, sighing as she looked, and finally stretched out two fingers to Ruan Qian.

"Two hundred?" The little girl shuddered.

"Two thousand." Yan Zhi rolled her eyes. "I'm just guessing. I suggest you sell yourself to your teacher Tong to pay off the debt."

"So expensive!"

Ruan Qian stood up in fear, "I, I..."

"You are here to show off in front of me." Yan Zhi concluded.

"no!"

"But I'm impressed." Yan Zhi said, "Hehe." "You still want me to teach you how to color?"

The little girl trembled, secretly raised her eyes, and saw that Yan Zhi in front of her didn't seem to be really angry, so she explained in a low voice:

"I entered a new cartoonist competition, so I drew the story in black and white, but I wanted to color the cover, so it would be eye-catching and more thoughtful."

"New Manga Artist Contest?"

Yan Zhi sat up straight, and immediately became interested. She took out her phone—apparently green tea girls didn't need to hand in their phones—and searched for keywords, which turned up a lot of results. "Let me see, which one is it?"

Ruan Qian came over and pointed it out to her:

"this."

Yan Zhi looked at it lazily and read aloud:

"30,000 yuan for the gold prize, not bad, but what the hell is this organizer? Ican Comics? Ikan Comics? I've never heard of it, a fake website?"

"It's a new website, and now they're going to publish online comics." Ruan Qian blinked, "I think it's quite promising... Well, actually, it's because with my style of painting, Manke.com will definitely not adopt it, and they don't want black and white."

She piled the manuscript on the table and pushed it in front of Yan Zhi, "Can you help me take a look?"

Yan Zhi stared at her for a while, then leaned forward, raised her head and smiled:

"Okay."

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The story of the comic is set in the present day, the 21st century.

The protagonist is an ordinary and weak high school student who is bullied by the school bully.

Until one day, he dreamed that his soul left his body. He stood in the dormitory and walked towards the next dormitory for unknown reasons, as if he was guided by the devil - the school bully was snoring, and in the open cabinet lay a fruit knife that he usually used to scare people.

He seemed to know that this was a dream, so he picked up the knife and stabbed it into the school bully's heart with a lifelong resentment.

The next day, the school bully died in bed with a fruit knife stuck in his chest.

There were no fingerprints on the knife.

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"What then? What then?" Yan Zhi held the draft in her hand, and there was no follow-up. "Draw quickly!"

"Well, I'm a slow drawer... and I still have to teach myself how to color." Ruan Qian looked at Yan Zhi's expression and said tentatively.

Yan Zhi was silent for a moment and said:

"Do you want to learn how to paint on celluloid?"

Then the little girl smiled:

"Okay."

"To be honest, I'm looking forward to the sequel... Can the hero kill people in his dreams? What will he do next? Become a murderer or a savior? The kind of..." Yan Zhi made a gesture of wiping her neck, "Assassin."

"I'm still thinking about it, but I want to draw a story with a bigger scale." Ruan Qian touched her braids, "I'm not very confident, I just hope it can pass the preliminary review."

"Sure, sure." Yan Zhi said, "Online comics have lower requirements for the style of painting and pay more attention to the plot. I think your plot has great potential. I didn't expect you to draw this type of comics..."

"Why?" Ruan Qian raised her eyebrows, "What kind of painting do you think I can do?"

"……in love?"

Yan Zhi finished speaking and changed her words, "I was wrong. Are we going to learn coloring today?"

"No, I have to go to rehearsal." Ruan Qian checked the time, "Well, I have another question..."

"explain."

"I'm going to perform at an arts festival next week. What do you think I can do..." she said, her face gradually turning red, "to make someone focus their attention on me?"

"Teacher Tong?"

Ruan Qian was shocked. Why would this person think of a girl first? !

"not me……"

"You don't have to hide it. It's nobody else." Yan Zhi took a sip of water. "Why are you asking me this question?"

Ruan Qian didn't dare to say it.

It’s because... everyone calls you Green Tea.

Green tea should have many ways to hook up with people.

She had no other intentions, she just wanted to seek advice sincerely. Ruan Qian would not simply judge a person based on the outside world's evaluation, but would make a judgment after getting to know the person herself.

In her opinion, Yan Zhi is a good friend worth making friends with.

The little girl always thought she was generous. When she realized she liked Teacher Tong, she was not surprised at all. It was natural. Even though she knew there were many obstacles between people of the same sex and between teachers and students, she accepted this feeling calmly. After eliminating attachment and respect, her love was sincere and she wanted to be with Teacher Tong until old age.

"You don't have to tell me. I know." Yan Zhi said nonchalantly, "I'll teach you a trick. Before you dance, ask Teacher Tong to record you. Got it? I promise that no one will watch it except you."

The little girl opened her mouth and light gradually appeared in her eyes.

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"Congratulations! Your work "Dream Journey" has passed the preliminary review. If you are interested in participating in the final competition, please send the follow-up content to the official email address before 10:31 on October 24. For details, please visit the official website."

Ruan Qian received the review text message three days before the art festival.

Fortunately, she had completed the scheduled content yesterday and could submit it at any time.

office.

Tong Yao looked at the little girl holding the USB flash drive in front of her and vacated her seat:

"Okay, okay, I'll let you use the computer."

Ruan Qian sat in Tong Yao's seat embarrassedly, plugged in the USB drive, and uploaded the comics.

"You haven't fallen behind in your studies, have you?"

"No..." the little girl said uncertainly, "right?"

"Still not sure?" Tong Yao poked her forehead. "Just wait and see if you don't do well in the midterm exam."

Ruan Qian really enjoyed this kind of intimacy.

Teacher Tong stood beside her, and she could lean her head on Teacher Tong's belly. She leaned up, and Tong Yao looked down along the phone and smiled:

"What are you doing? Are you trying to be a spoiled brat to me? Hurry up and send me your comics."

"hey-hey."

After uploading the comics, Ruan Qian made way for Tong Yao, who sat down and opened her notebook. She looked up and saw Ruan Ruan was still there:

"What's wrong? Is there anything else?"

As a result, the little girl was unexpectedly calm and stood straight, which made Tong Yao feel as if the little puppy she had raised had turned into a majestic German Shepherd:

"Teacher Tong, can you help me record the video on the day of the Art Festival?"

She was stunned for a moment. This request didn't sound excessive at all, so she agreed decisively:

"no problem."

Chapter 50: The Age of Girlhood

The grand art festival of No. 1 Middle School finally kicked off at the end of the month.

The first and second year high school students entered the theater like sardines from the entrance, filling up the theater. Tong Yao came in from the side door, followed by the cheerful Jiang Wu.

"Mom, I really didn't lie to you. The teacher didn't have any program, so why did you come here..."

"My pleasure."

Jiang Wu said casually, "Don't worry about me, just pretend I don't exist."

The theater was dark, with only the stage lit up by bright lights. A photographer in the middle of the venue fiddled with his equipment, and a bunch of parents without seats stood at the edge, holding their cameras and eager to try. People slowly entered the venue, the leaders took their seats, and the art festival seemed ready to start at any time.

"It looks pretty good." Jiang Wu took out a small digital camera, "You really don't have any show?"

"No!" Tong Yao said with a dark face.

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place fell into darkness. Then, two cylindrical beams of light shone towards the stage, and dust floated in the path of the light.

The host walked onto the stage, and the lights followed. Tong Yao discovered that the female host this time was Xu Yin again. She was wearing a black evening gown, revealing her slender shoulders and long legs. She acted as a host as if she was walking on a catwalk, and in an instant she stole all the limelight from the male host.

"I wish you were like her when you were a kid." Jiang Wu commented, "I remember you refused to host a class meeting when the teacher asked you to."