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

This attitude of using other people's children to put pressure on oneself made Tong Yao look even more embarrassed.

The performances of the art festival were first performed by the second grade and then the first grade, in a random order. According to the published program, the fourth class's "Gangnam Style" was the second, and the seventh class's "Oh!" was the thirteenth. Tong Yao has always disliked watching art performances, and she only played the sound to add some atmosphere during the Spring Festival Gala. The school does not force teachers to watch the art festival, and Tong Yao came to watch it simply because the little girl asked her to.

The show may not be interesting, what is interesting is the people who perform the show.

The first show was a slow folk dance. I couldn't appreciate the nursery rhyme, so I squinted my eyes for a while and waited for the horse-riding dance of Class 40. This song is now a global hit, and everyone can hum it. Most of the seats in Class were empty, and people took to the stage, neatly arranged like an army. The fat boy in the middle wearing sunglasses and cosplaying as Psy danced particularly well.

At the end of the dance, they posed and the audience burst into cheers.

The lifeless venue was completely ignited.

The pressure on the following classes also increased a lot instantly.

Classes went on stage one after another. Tong Yao looked towards the area covering Class 7 and saw more than ten empty seats. She knew that group of children must be rehearsing desperately outside the theater.

Will Ruanruan be nervous?

Of course, as the lead dancer, the pressure is the greatest. Even stars will be nervous, let alone a child who has a limited psychological endurance and no experience.

She couldn't help but frown, but then, an unexpected scene happened at the venue -

In the fourth program, Class 5 performed a dance in the dark wearing glow stick clothes. The effect of the show was excellent, as if a group of matchstick men were dancing. Even Jiang Wu praised it a few words. However, the six students from Class 11 performed very similar programs, which almost made people suspect that they were taught by the same dance teacher.

In the theater, some students watching the fun booed loudly, seemingly unaware of how much harm this was doing to the performers.

It's always awkward when shows collide.

Tong Yao felt sorry for the students on the stage. After watching the performance of Class 5, what kind of mood did they have when they went on stage? Were they excited, angry, aggrieved? Or did they feel that it was unfair?

Because they came to power later, they are as embarrassed as plagiarists.

The performance on the stage was about to end, but then, another car accident happened - the lights turned on prematurely, and then turned off in a panic - perhaps the students who controlled the lights also messed up. Without the dark stage, the fluorescent sticks completely lost their function, making their performance exposed to the light look a little ridiculous.

The theater was completely silent. Even those who had been booing just now did not have the heart to add insult to injury in such a tragic scene.

The lights came on again, and the performers bowed and left the stage, laughing so hard that it was uglier than crying.

A few girls seemed to actually cry.

The applause from the audience was sparse, with only a few cheers coming from the Class 11 stands. As long as they prospered, they all prospered and suffered together. This was the only way they could welcome their hero who had returned from failure.

There are joys and sorrows, that's the truth of life.

Jiang Wu clapped her hands lightly, causing Tong Yao to look at her sideways.

"I thought you were going to be sarcastic." She clapped back, "You once said that student activities were just playing house."

"Indeed, it's quite a joke." Jiang Wu shook her hair, "But I only look down on cowards and lazy people. If you dare to go up, I'm willing to watch it no matter how bad your performance is."

Tong Yao rolled her eyes. Her mother was the kind of creature who would always seize every opportunity to educate her.

"Mom," she stood up with a heavy heart, "I'm going to go out for some fresh air."

"Yeah." Jiang Wu nodded.

Tong Yao didn't lie, the theater was stuffy and she did go there to get some fresh air, but getting some fresh air was not in conflict with checking on the little girl.

She went out through the side door. Outside the theater was a large open space, which was occupied by people from various classes rehearsing. Everyone was wearing gorgeous rented clothes and makeup, which was dazzling.

"Teacher Tong!"

Not far away, she heard the little girl's cry.

Looking in the direction of the sound, the next moment, Tong Yao was stunned.

A young girl full of youth - is that her little girl? The exquisite makeup adds charm to her cute facial features. The combination of belly-baring clothes and short shorts is particularly attractive, revealing her slender legs and flexible waist. At this time, Ruan Qian is dazzling, and few people can't help but look at her. The previous worries seem unnecessary, Ruan Ruan seems to be dancing more vigorously than anyone else.

After shouting a few times, the little girl ran to Tong Yao. Before Tong Yao could respond, she took the initiative to hug him, and Tong Yao was so scared that he didn't know where to put his hands.

"Teacher Tong, are you here to see me?"

She put her head on Teacher Tong's shoulder, pretending to be a spoiled child, and her accelerated heartbeat sounded like a drum.

"……Yes."

Tong Yao moved helplessly, put her hands on the little girl's waist, and then pulled them back as if she was burned - Ruan Ruan didn't hug her in such little clothes before! The touch on her chest was tender and soft, and wearing such thin clothes was almost the same as skin contact. As a teacher, how could she touch her students like this...

Ruan Qian pretended to rub against Teacher Tong casually. Feeling Teacher Tong's stiffness, her heart tightened. She didn't know what kind of image she had become in the mind of the person she liked.

As for Tong Yao, she had something to hide. She looked away and pushed the little girl away without leaving any trace, changing the subject:

"Um... nervous?"

Ruan Qian was slightly disappointed, but still nodded obediently:

"Nervous. But I've rehearsed it many times, so I'm very skilled."

"That's good."

Tong Yao calmed down and looked at the little girl, not knowing what to do. Ruanruan had done well, and all she could do was cheer her on and encourage her. She thought of the performance of Class 11 just now, and more than half a month of hard work had gone to waste and turned into tears. What if it was Ruanruan who failed? Sometimes God can be so cruel that he makes those who work hard fail again and again.

Her only wish was to watch the child grow up happily and joyfully.

Finally, she lowered her head and smiled softly:

"Today... is beautiful."

The little girl's face heated up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

She looked at the nursery rhyme stupidly and her speech became stammering:

"Really, really?"

"Truthfully."

The little man in the little girl's heart jumped up and shouted "Yeah".

"Hurry up and rehearse," Tong Yao patted the little girl on the back, "Move more, don't catch a cold."

Ruan Qian nodded vigorously and ran back as if she had been injected with chicken blood.

There was a burst of warm applause in the theater behind, as if a wonderful show was coming up.

But Tong Yao didn't want to go in and take a look at all.

The best show was right in front of her.

After rehearsing a few times, the labor reformer came out in a hurry and clapped his hands: "We are the next one!"

This sentence is like the eunuch telling the emperors "The enemy has already entered the city."

"Come on, everyone," the dance teacher said, "You are the best."

The children looked solemn and some were even shaking with nervousness.

"Go in and wait." The labor reform officer patted the boys' shoulders, "Don't feel pressured."

They lined up and walked into the backstage of the theater one by one, with a sense of heroism as if they were going to the execution ground.

Ruan Qian took a deep breath. From here, she could clearly hear the voice of the skit on the stage. She was the next one. She was so flustered that she almost forgot her name. Tong Yao was in front of her, saying encouraging words to each child. When it was the little girl's turn, she asked:

"Is there anything I can help you with, teacher?"

Ruan Qian was already at a loss. Only when she was on the scene did she realize how much pressure there was. It was like a mountain that suddenly pressed down on her, making it hard to breathe. Her eyes were red and she asked in a trembling voice:

"Teacher Tong...can you give me a kiss?"

Tong Yao was stunned.

"Thank you for the wonderful performance of Class 12. Next, please welcome Class 7 to perform their wonderful dance for us." Xu Yin's voice rang out at the front desk. The staff closed the giant screen and urged the performers from Class 7 to enter.

"Hurry up, hurry up!"

The children began to trot into the venue. Tong Yao had no time to think. She had to leave to see the people. She quickly held the little girl's face and kissed her forehead lightly. She was wearing high heels, so she finally got the height advantage back. She kissed her gently, then quickly pulled away, not giving herself a chance to brew her emotions, and said:

"I'm going to record you!"

Ruan Qian was standing there, touching the hot spot on her forehead and suddenly laughed foolishly.

in the audience.

Jiang Wu looked at her daughter who came running back breathlessly and said puzzledly:

"Where have you been for so long?"

Tong Yao mumbled "just strolling around", then quickly took out her cell phone and turned on the video.

The huge curtain opens.

As the prelude of "Oh!" sounded, beautiful young girls danced into the venue. Their sexy and cute outfits immediately made the audience cheer and the leaders' blood pressure rose.

Tong Yao pointed the camera at the little girl in the middle with a steady hand, causing Jiang Wu next to her to narrow her eyes.

on the stage.

Ruan Qian danced in the center of the stage with a smile, killing countless films. The memory formed by muscles cannot be changed by pressure. The longer you stay on the stage, the less nervous you feel. She seemed to be completely integrated into the stage. After being watered by sweat and tears, the seeds of hard work finally blossomed and bore fruit. The sweet appearance, the passionate music, the wanton and dazzling breasts and legs announced to countless people——

Tonight is the age of girls.

Chapter 51: They are despicable

After the boys’ street dance, the children from Class 7 stood in a row for a perfect ending.

The scene was as lively as a concert.

Who doesn’t like beautiful girls and long, thin white legs?

The performers returned to Class 7's seats from the aisle, making all the boys in Class 7 blush - their former classmates turned out to have such hot bodies, and the girls who seemed ordinary-looking could be so beautiful after putting on makeup.

Unfortunately, before I could admire it for long, they all put on their school uniform jackets.

Ruan Qian stretched her neck and looked back, trying to find Teacher Tong in the theater, but the light was too dim and everyone had a cell phone on their face, so she couldn't tell them apart at all.

"What did you record?" Jiang Wu leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs. "Let me see it?"

Tong Yao put away her phone and said calmly:

"You saw it all, the dance just now."

"Who knows who you recorded?" Jiang Wu sneered, "The one standing in the middle?"

Tong Yao paused for a moment, and just as she was about to explain, she heard Jiang Wu say:

"You like that kind of boy? He's a pretty good street dancer."

Fortunately, Tong Yao was standing in front, otherwise Jiang Wu would definitely see her frowning face.

Jiang Wu continued:

"I can tell you, boys of this age are not reliable."

Tong Yao was embarrassed: "Mom, what are you talking about..."

"You can't see how distracted you look when you're recording the video."

Hearing this, Tong Yao subconsciously touched her face and asked, "Is that so?"

"You think too much," she said unconvincedly, "I won't look for a little brat."

"How old do you think you are?" Jiang Wu said unhappily, "There is no best. If a female teacher falls in love with a male student, the teacher will suffer."

Tong Yao wanted to refute, but was speechless for a moment.

Whatever.

She wasn't in the mood for a relationship anyway.

Just…that kiss.

She pursed her lips, like licking the cream off the edge of her mouth after tasting a cake. Time was tight just now, and now that she had a chance to relax, she realized that she had done something wrong.

No matter how much you favor or pamper your students, you should not have such intimate actions with them.

Ruanruan is still a child. She doesn’t know what a normal 16-year-old girl thinks. Maybe she just wants to be close to her, the teacher who has always taken care of the students, or maybe she has a vague affection for the same sex... Although there are only some signs, she shouldn’t let it go.

The mother thought that a female teacher and a male student would be at a disadvantage, but she rationally believed that she and Ruanruan were similar to male teachers and female students. If such a relationship really occurred, the student would be the one who would be hurt.

At school, she is first and foremost a teacher.

Parents don't send their children to school to see their children being seduced by teachers. She couldn't cross her bottom line to fall in love with her students.

Tong Yao sat silently, and suddenly, she saw someone walking this way - in the aisle with countless legs stretched out, a little girl said something apologetically, shuttling through the narrow road, and it seemed that she hadn't been seen yet. But people's sight has a kind of magic, if you look at her, she will also look at you as if attracted - Ruan Qian opened her eyes wide in surprise and quickened her pace:

"Teacher Tong!"

Then, seeing Jiang Wu beside Tong Yao, the little girl's expression was obviously stunned for a moment, and she immediately adjusted her expression of wanting to hug him, and hid her hands: