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

The news that Teacher Tong was being pursued by a male teacher soon leaked out.

The entire class was united in their hatred of this matter, firmly believing that the physical education teacher was not worthy of their goddess. A few naughty boys threatened to put Song Ang in a sack and beat him up, but when they saw his muscular body from a distance during the physical education class, none of them dared to approach him.

So, someone changed the strategy. Before Tong Yao started class, several people would come to tell Tong Yao bad things about Song Ang, such as corporal punishment of students, for fear that Teacher Tong would be pursued by such a rude man.

Tong Yao was at a loss whether to laugh or cry about these things.

On Saturday, Ruan Qian's computer arrived and was sent directly to Tong Yao's dormitory. The little girl bought a desktop computer, and the two of them spent a long time to assemble the computer. The joy of starting it up was no less than the success of a rocket launch.

The campus on a winter night is quiet and peaceful. The cold wind makes the windows rustle. The air-conditioned room is like a warm home. The computer is installed in this unoccupied bedroom. If the little girl comes to live here in the future, this will be her exclusive room.

Tong Yao brought in a chair and said:

“This is your computer chair.”

Ruan Qian took a few steps back, sat on the bed, bounced her body, raised her head and whispered:

"Teacher Tong, I want to sleep here today."

Tong Yao froze. Although she had expected this situation, she still felt awkward:

"……it is good."

"Teacher Tong, can I take a shower here?"

The little girl continued to ask softly.

Tong Yao's breathing was a little unstable. She pursed her lower lip for a while and said:

"Sure. Next time... you can bring some change of clothes."

She turned her slightly blushing face away, turned her back to the little girl, and hurried out of the room, as if the little girl was about to take off her clothes.

Seeing this, Ruan Qian buried her face in her knees and laughed secretly.

The little girl went to take a bath.

In the living room, Tong Yao felt that her hearing seemed to have improved.

She heard the sound of the electric water heater.

I heard the sound of the shower.

The sound of water splashing on the floor tiles.

She was afraid of what would happen tonight, afraid that she would lose her principles and indulge herself. It turned out that she was not so noble, and her reserve for so many years could not resist such a young temptation. She had never been in love, and once love rang her doorbell, her heart was in a mess. If Ruanruan was not her student, but an adult high-quality woman, she would have accepted this attraction long ago.

She turned up the volume of the TV and sat on the sofa, hugging a pillow and in a daze.

"Teacher Tong!"

The sounds of the bathroom have a natural reverberation.

She hurried over:

"what happened?"

"Just...is there a towel?" Ruan Qian said shyly, "I need to dry myself..."

"Oh oh," Tong Yao said in embarrassment, "Yes."

She found an unused towel in the closet and went back and said:

"I left it at the door."

There was silence inside for a while, and then a muffled voice came out:

"……Um."

In the bathroom, Ruan Qian was a little crazy.

She originally wanted to open the door to take the towel and create a more ambiguous atmosphere.

Who knew the plot wouldn't develop as expected.

Why don’t those anime male protagonists think of putting the bath towel at the door?

Why is Teacher Tong so...unromantic?

In the living room, Tong Yao stared at the TV until the dressed little girl came in with wet hair. She pointed to the hair dryer beside her and said:

"Blow dry before going to bed."

The little girl with her hair loose looks more charming.

Ruan Qian obediently blew her hair dry, then sat down on the sofa next to Tong Yao. On the TV was "Leon: The Professional", a love story between a little girl and an old man. Ruan Qian hadn't watched it before, and couldn't watch it now. She glanced out the window and said:

“It’s cold outside.”

It was as if it was the end of the world with a harsh environment outside, and they were the only two people left in the world who depended on each other.

The nursery rhyme goes, “Of course it’s cold outside at night.”

She was watching TV and suddenly felt a little heavy. She looked to the side and found that the little girl was leaning on her arm and trying to get closer. She did not stop it and acquiesced to this closeness. Soon, the little girl went from leaning on her shoulder to lying on her legs. She looked down and saw the little girl staring at her with a red face. She was soft after taking a bath and was not wearing any underwear. Her chest was full of cute marks. She also felt uncomfortable, so she reached out and turned the child's head towards the TV:

"Don't look at me, watch TV."

Ruan Qian turned 90 degrees and faced the TV. Tong Yao secretly glanced down and found that the little girl's earlobes were very red, small and cute, and very suitable for holding in the mouth.

She calmly turned her attention back to the TV.

In the movie, the little girl asked:

“Is life always painful, or only in childhood?”

The uncle replied:

"Always like this."

Tong Yao suddenly felt touched, not for herself, but for the little girl in front of her. She saw Ruanruan watching the movie intently, and she couldn't help but put her hand on her head and stroked it gently.

"Teacher Tong," Ruan Qian suddenly said, "will there be happiness after suffering?"

"Yes, of course." said Tong Yao.

If life is really full of bitterness, then she is willing to be her sweetness.

Chapter 65: Can you wash my hair?

In the morning, nursery rhymes passed by the playground, music for running exercises was playing on the radio, and sleepy students were running around the playground.

It is difficult for people to break free from the quilt in winter, especially in the south where there is a lack of heating. The school understands this and the wake-up time in winter is half an hour later, at the cost of less lunch break.

The maple leaves on campus were red, and some were swaying on the branches. Maple leaves are very beautiful leaves. Tong Yao picked up one, like picking up a small fan. She slowed down her pace, not knowing what she could wait for, but soon, she waited for it.

"Teacher Tong!"

Ruan Qian, who had just finished running and was sweating a little, ran over from a distance. Her movements were light and her schoolbag bounced on her back. "Let's have breakfast together!"

The nursery rhyme pretended to be surprised and said:

"Okay."

Everyone else was rushing to the cafeteria to try to queue less, but the two of them walked slowly, making the road to the cafeteria seem very long.

"Teacher Tong, your scarf looks so nice." The little girl tried to find a topic to talk about.

"Does it look good?" Tong Yao blushed. "I have another one, do you want one?"

"Ah? No need... I have one."

In fact, the little girl wanted Teacher Tong’s scarf very much, but she was afraid that the scarf was also an expensive luxury item, so she had to refuse and buy one for herself next time.

"There are only more than 20 days left until the end of the semester. How are your preparations going?" Tong Yao asked.

"It's okay...maintain 200 and strive for 150." The little girl set a goal.

“It’s not so easy to make progress now.” Tong Yao laughed, “No one in the top 200 didn’t work hard.”

Tong Yao understood the little girl's situation better than she did. Her progress had obviously slowed down, and people around her were catching up with her. If she didn't give up comics, she might even have a hard time maintaining her rank.

But she also knew that the little girl would not give up comics.

"I know..." Ruan Qian followed in Tong Yao's footsteps, "By the way, Teacher Tong, I want to take a leave for my weekend tutoring. There is a comic convention I want to go to. I rented a stall and want to sell my own paintings."

"Go ahead." Tong Yao agreed before she realized, "Your own painting?"

"The heroine of "Dream Walk", hehe."

"But no one knows him, right?" Tong Yao frowned, "Why not draw a popular character?"

"I've finished drawing and I'm going to print it out." The little girl held the strap of her schoolbag and lowered her head and said, "Maybe they'll see that my heroine is pretty and search for my comics."

Tong Yao walked forward, with a sentence hidden in her heart, but she didn't ask it out loud -

What if I can’t sell any of them?

She imagined the lonely scene of the little girl sitting in front of the stall, with no one paying attention to her work, and her heart ached, but she knew she could not change anything. Excellent works need to be tested by the market, and failed works also need to recognize the reality of success or failure.

She held a maple leaf branch and handed it to the little girl at the entrance of the cafeteria:

"I'll give you a leaf."

Maple leaves symbolize perseverance, and she hopes she can give the child such perseverance so that even if he fails, he will not fall into the hardship of discouragement.

The little girl took the leaf foolishly and said:

“What a complete maple leaf.”

Tong Yao smiled and didn't explain.

The breakfast in the cafeteria in the morning is rice noodles with black fungus, which is common in Hunan.

Tong Yao doesn't like to eat fungus, which is soft and crunchy and not to her taste. Looking up at the opposite side, Ruan Ruan is eating it with great relish.

"Teacher Tong doesn't eat fungus?"

Ruan Qian slurped the noodles and watched Teacher Tong carefully pick up the rice noodles from the fungus, and asked.

"I don't want to eat...Ruanruan seems to eat all kinds of food?"

"Well, my mother doesn't allow me to be picky about food, so I gradually got used to it."

Tong Yao didn't like to eat, so she put down her chopsticks after a few bites. She wiped her mouth and watched the little girl eat in a trance, which made the little girl blush:

"Teacher Tong, why do you keep looking at me..."

Tong Yao woke up and turned around and said:

"I didn't look at you, I looked at your back..."

"what!"

Suddenly, the two girls screamed.

One of them was Ruan Qian, who was drenched with soup without any warning; the other was a girl who looked panicked and had just drenched someone else's head.

The accident happened suddenly and simply. The girl holding the powder was hit by a boy who suddenly stood up. Then she lost her balance and splashed it on the girl's head. The girl looked miserable now. Her black hair was stained with greasy oil stains, sticking together. The oil was still dripping down her neck and flowing into her clothes. Tong Yao stood up immediately and asked anxiously:

"You didn't get burned?!"

She brought a small pack of Qingfeng paper with her, and there was still half a pack left. When she wiped the little girl's head with the paper towel, it was instantly soaked. Ruan Qian was a little stunned, and said "It's not hot", and then she wiped herself with the paper. The girl behind her who accidentally splashed her was about to cry.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'll help you wash it..."

"No need, you didn't mean it."

Ruan Qian forced a smile.

No one wants this kind of thing to happen.

People sitting around looked at her with pity. The cafeteria was an accident-prone area. The ground was like it was covered with oil, and people often slipped and fell down with their meals in their hands. But it was rare to see someone as miserable as Ruan Qian.

The paper was all used up, but the girl was still in a mess. The oil on her head was too much for paper to handle. She couldn't eat her breakfast, so she stood up to leave, but Tong Yao called her, took off her coat neatly, and said:

"Take off your cotton coat."

The school uniform was light blue, with a large area of ​​oil and water stains on the back. Coupled with the dirty hair, it was inevitable that people would point fingers at me along the way - look, did that person get splashed with soup? How miserable.

Tong Yao didn't want her little girl to end up like this.

The mink coat she wore today had a hood. The pure white fur on the coat made the little girl take a step back, fearing that the oil stains would contaminate the pure white and holy. Tong Yao understood her concerns and said in a low and fierce voice:

"Be obedient and change it quickly."

"Well……"