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

"Why did you leave without letting me choose? Now you think of me, is it because you can't have children?"

It was hard to imagine that a 16-year-old would say such cruel yet realistic words. The more she spoke, the louder her voice became, almost hysterical, which hurt her wound and she couldn't stop coughing.

The woman's hands froze, and she listened to the girl continue:

"I won't go with you."

"Momo..." The woman looked extremely hurt. She shook her head and seemed about to cry, "How could you hurt my mother like this..."

Chen Mo closed his eyes and blocked out the outside world.

Pakho Chan sat on a chair, clasped his hands, bowed his head and wept silently.

"Mo Mo... Daddy will never force you again." He kept saying.

It only takes a moment to cause harm. People can quickly forgive others' mistakes, but only time can heal the scars left behind. The wound heals, but when you occasionally think of it, the pain at that time is still fresh in your memory.

True pain is never forgotten, it is just buried deep, like a bullet that cannot be removed from a veteran's body, and cannot be touched by ordinary people.

In Tong Yao's heart, these children are all angels. At least everyone is an angel when they are born, but some have their wings clipped, and some are helpless and bewitched by corruption.

She just tried to catch them as they fell.

She walked out of the hospital, shielding her eyes from the afternoon sun, and went back to attend her afternoon class.

Today is another day.

Chapter 57: No one broke that word

Life is finally back on track.

Chen Mo's treatment went smoothly, and there was no major damage to her head and right hand. Perhaps one day she would return to No. 1 Middle School. Class 4 placed a video recorder at the back of the classroom, and every week someone would bring the class video to the hospital. Xu Yin took on the responsibility of class monitor and often copied her notes to share with Chen Mo.

Campus life is busy but not chaotic.

Tuition on weekends.

In the living room, which was packed with more than a dozen people, Tong Yao was handing out the test papers from last week. These were questions she had made herself, and they were quite difficult. They were all the key questions in the college entrance examination, but there were a few people who answered all of them, such as Xu Yin. The lowest score was Ruan Qian, who only answered the first two questions of each question, and even got some wrong. The only girl in Class 9, Yan Zhi, also did not do well.

"I'll post the answers, and everyone can take a look at them first."

She sat in the front, waiting quietly. This is the advantage of small class teaching, and it is possible to tutor each student one by one. In school, explaining a set of examination papers to the whole class is also a last resort. The top students don't want to listen to the simple questions, and the poor students can't accept the difficult ones. Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is the traditional wisdom passed down by the ancients.

"Teacher Tong."

Soon, the little girl came up with her test paper in her hand. The 90-point paper had a bright red "31" written on it in red. Most of the points for the final question were on the third question. Ruan Qian wrote a lot of answers, but she didn't answer any of them.

After all, this cram school is for the top 100 students in the grade, and it is impossible to lower the difficulty level just for a little girl.

"Teacher Tong," Ruan Qian said with a sad face, "I feel like I can't think of any method to answer this question."

After reading the answer, she suddenly understood, but she felt it was useless. It was just like watching Conan's explanation of solving a case. She still couldn't figure out how the murderer committed the crime even after watching the next episode.

"Don't worry, it's the last question after all." Tong Yao said softly, "Try to write out one question, then write a few more. Once you get it right, you'll get more and more comfortable with it. Try to figure out the teacher's thinking process when setting questions."

When she said that, Ruan Qian thought the wrong thing.

Ever since she read that comic, she is no longer that innocent child.

At this time, a boy came up to ask a question, and Ruan Qian's face turned pale. Her test paper was still on Teacher Tong's desk, and it would definitely be seen by the boys behind her. She was the worst student here, and she didn't want to be looked down upon by the people in the experimental class. Although they might not think so, she still cared about her fragile self-esteem.

In this cram school, many people call each other "study god" or "study tyrant". Some people take pleasure in others being inferior to themselves, and she doesn't want her poor grades to be seen by others and become the source of others' sense of superiority.

The boy walked to the other side of the table, and the girl's heart skipped a beat. She could almost imagine him stretching his neck to secretly look at her score. But the next moment, she saw Teacher Tong turn her paper over and hold it down with her arm. Teacher Tong's expression was as if nothing had happened, and she still smiled as she took the boy's paper.

She lowered her head and bit her lips gently. This small action gently protected her ridiculous and easily satisfied vanity and dignity. She was sure that she was a frog in warm water. Even though someone reminded her to "heat it up", she was still willing to stay there.

"Which question?"

Tong Yao looked at the boy.

"Teacher Tong, this..."

The little girl stood by and listened to Teacher Tong's explanations, since she didn't know how to do them. After Teacher Tong finished explaining a step, he would look at her, and she nodded quickly to show that she understood.

After finishing the topic, she returned to her seat distractedly, playing with the pen in a trance.

Really... It's always easy to get upset when I'm with Teacher Tong. She looked at the sofa on the side. Teacher Tong was lying there last week. She secretly said a lot of sweet words to her. She felt so embarrassed when she thought about it.

Recess.

A picture album appeared in front of Ruan Qian.

There is a hand in the album, and the owner of the hand, Yan Zhi, stands condescendingly and asks:

"Celuloid painting. How's your study going these days?"

"…I think it's okay."

Ruan Qian took out her painting and asked, "Isn't the color a bit dull?"

Yan Zhi took a look, sat down and said:

"Not bad. How's the progress between you and your teacher Tong?"

Ruan Qian was anxious when she heard this. Although the living room was quite lively, she was afraid of being heard, especially since Teacher Tong was looking over here in confusion:

"Keep your voice down!"

Yan Zhi shrugged: "Physical contact, was there?"

Like a match striking nitre, the girl's face instantly became hot:

"……Have."

Yan Zhi narrowed her eyes and approached mysteriously:

"What about kissing?"

"No...no..." Ruan Qian stammered, "But...I did kiss my forehead."

Yan Zhi's eyes became deep. She was like a naughty kid who liked to bring others together and cheer on her classmates. Her purpose was not to make others happy, but simply because she found it fun.

What could be funnier than a classmate having a crush on a teacher of the same sex?

This is not called giving advice, this is called instigation by bad friends.

"Let me tell you," Yan Zhi smiled, "eight out of ten women believe in first kisses, especially those who look conservative and obedient like Teacher Tong."

"You...you mean..."

Ruan Qian's breathing quickened. Was she really going to let a coward like her forcefully kiss Teacher Tong?

She couldn't help but think of the scene where Dio forcefully kissed Elena.

Forget it.

She wanted Teacher Tong to like her willingly.

"It's okay, I have another way." Yan Zhi said, crossing her legs.

"Can it be done?"

"It should be possible. Although I have never been in love, I am a master of love."

The two of them were chattering away, one daring to learn while the other daring to teach.

By then the get out of class was over and the night was dark, and the students had gone home. Tong Yao put her books in order and looked up to find that the little girl had not left yet. She was lying on the table, holding her stomach, looking as if she was enduring the pain.

She hurried forward, propped her hands on the table, bent down to check the little girl's expression, anxious and worried:

"What's wrong? Stomach hurts?"

The little girl raised her head and stammered, feeling very embarrassed:

“…That’s coming, it hurts a little.”

Dysmenorrhea?

Tong Yao's brows were still furrowed, and she quickly searched the Internet for what to do about dysmenorrhea.

Ruan Qian quietly looked at Teacher Tong's face - her smile had long been replaced by worry. She felt guilty because her lie had caused trouble for Teacher Tong. Teacher Tong had been teaching for so long and should have taken a break, but she...

Ruan Qian has been like a skinny and naughty monkey since she was a child. She loves cold drinks, but has never suffered from menstrual cramps.

Tong Yao had never felt any pain, and when she had her first period, she had made all the necessary preparations in advance. She was not panicked at all except for being shy, and she handled it secretly without even telling Jiang Wu. This was also one of the reasons why Jiang Wu was discouraged - her daughter's growth seemed to not need her at all.

On a quiet night, two girls who have never suffered from menstrual cramps discussed together how to relieve Schrodinger's dysmenorrhea.

"I'll make you a cup of brown sugar water."

Tong Yao said while looking at her phone.

Ruan Qian wanted to say that she would pick up the girl by herself, but her character did not allow her to move freely. She could only watch Teacher Tong busying around, and she despised this crooked idea more and more.

"It's over. There's no brown sugar or ginger at home."

Tong Yao rubbed her temple and murmured, "How about white sugar?"

The little girl said weakly: "It shouldn't be possible, right?"

Tong Yao thought so too and asked again: "Does it hurt a lot?"

"It's... Fortunately, I can bear it."

"I heard that forcing yourself to hold it in will cause gynecological diseases," Tong Yao said, not knowing whether it was an exaggeration or not. "Drink hot water first, and I'll try other methods."

She continued reading, "Rub your hands together to warm them up, place them on your abdomen, and rub them up and down... until they are soft. Do you want to try it?"

Ruan Qian was embarrassed, unable to back down, and rubbed her hands silently.

It was fake to begin with, so she didn't rub it carefully, just rubbed it twice, and then put it on her belly. Tong Yao looked worried and sat next to her. Ruan Qian was afraid of being exposed, so she pretended to be patient.

"Does it still hurt?"

Tong Yao took the little girl's hand and frowned, "Why are your hands so cold?"

Ruan Qian panicked:

"Maybe... I'm wearing too little."

Tong Yao held the little girl's hand and thought it was so cold that it seemed as if it had not been rubbed.

Ruan Qian looked at Tong Yao's hesitation, swallowed her saliva, and whispered the plan that came to their minds at the same time:

"Teacher Tong...can you warm me up?"

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Tong Yao's expression was almost frozen.

Those ambiguous pink bubbles did not let her go. They seized the opportunity to emerge from her heart again, creating ripples in the lake of her heart.

No need to have it, no need to think about it!

The bottom line of teacher ethics is shouting wildly.

"You lie down on the sofa first." She said with her head lowered, rubbing her hands as if trying to clear her mind.

Ruan Qian's face was already red. She didn't expect that she would say such bold words, and she never thought that Teacher Tong would agree.

She lay down obediently, and her body looked even smaller under the almost oversized school uniform.

Tong Yao sighed secretly, this child is so shy, why don't she think more about it.

Her own face was also burning. She gently lifted the girl's coat and the clothes underneath, and put her hand inside. The girl's body was frighteningly hot. Her immature body, which had grown up, was like a delicate flower, with a flat abdomen and no belly. This was a wonderful position, and no matter whether it was above or below, it was an untouchable secret garden.

What does Baidu say? Rub it up and down after warming it up? She pursed her lips, not daring to look at the little girl's face. She moved her hands gently, and Ruan Qian's body tensed up, her lower abdomen shrank inward, and she exhaled softly:

"Um……"

Tong Yao didn't dare to move.

If someone saw this, who would listen to her explanation?

"Does it still hurt?"

She cleared her mind and asked.

Ruan Qian paused. What should she say? If she said it hurt, that would be an even worse lie that would make Teacher Tong worried. If she said it didn't hurt, she would have to leave Teacher Tong's touch.

Teacher Tong, does he have any feelings for me, whether it is a male or a female?

She was afraid that the answer would be no, so she tried her best to... seduce.