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

As soon as she put on a serious look, Ruan Qian dared not disobey. She took off her heavy cotton coat and gave it to Teacher Tong. The little girl got into the mink coat, and Tong Yao put the hat on her, like she had a little mink.

Ruan Qian thought, how warm.

I just got my clothes dirty and I feel so sad.

"I'll accompany you back to the dormitory." Tong Yao said, "I'll ask for leave for your morning reading."

A sweet feeling suddenly welled up in the little girl's heart. She nodded gently and walked towards the dormitory with the nursery rhyme.

At breakfast time, there was almost no one in the dormitory. Some students who were responsible for cleaning and did not have to run exercises had not left yet, but Ruan Qian's dormitory was already empty.

"I'll take a shower."

Ruan Qian took out a new school uniform, a long-sleeved cotton coat and a white bra, and placed it at the bathroom door together with a bath towel. Tong Yao didn't dare to walk around in the dormitory, for fear of dirtying the floor. It was her first time in the little girl's dormitory, and she didn't know which bed it was, but she could imagine the little girl curled up in the bed wrapped in a quilt, like a little rabbit, and must be... easy to bully.

She suddenly felt a little embarrassed and picked up her clothes to leave early, but the sound of water in the bathroom stopped.

A smooth arm stretched out from inside and took away the towel.

Tong Yao moved her lips, walked to the door, and said in a hoarse voice:

"Ruanruan, I'll go first..."

The door suddenly opened, revealing a small gap. The little girl inside was wrapped in a bath towel and wearing a shower cap. Her voice was very quiet, but because we were in the bathroom, we could hear it clearly:

"Teacher Tong...can you help me wash my hair?"

Girls with long hair often do not take a bath and wash their hair at the same time.

Tong Yao herself was one of them, so she knew this very well. She froze at the door. Her thoughts were not pure, so she should not have agreed. But... just like she overbearingly asked the little girl to put on her clothes, the little girl opened the door without hesitation. It was hot inside, and the mirror was full of blurry water vapor. The hot and humid air rushed towards her, and her head was washed into paste. Ruan Qian sat on the chair, holding her hair, with a basin full of hot water at her feet. Her eyes seemed to be full of water vapor, and she said to her:

"Teacher Tong, come in and close the door..."

Realizing that the cold air outside was freezing, Tong Yao came in awkwardly, locked the door, and didn't dare to look directly at the little girl wrapped in a bath towel:

"Please lower your head and I will wash you."

Ruan Qian was very well behaved. She lowered her head, and her long hair fell into the water in the basin, like the beautiful girl by the lake in the song.

While washing her hair, Tong Yao inevitably saw the little girl's slender shoulders and the clear collarbones with residual water droplets. The thought of no longer having anything to cover her under the bath towel made her feel hot all over. She was also a human being, and in front of someone she liked, she really wanted... to have something.

But why a child?

She sighed, sniffed the girl's foamy hair, and said:

“It smells a bit like onions.”

"Teacher Tong!" The little girl was embarrassed.

Tong Yao smiled, and her beautiful thoughts temporarily faded away. She poured water to wash her hair, and after a few times, in the end, only the faint scent of shampoo remained on her hair.

“It smells delicious.”

Tong Yao held the little girl's head, and suddenly, she pretended to make a sound. The little girl screamed, stretched out her hands to make a noise, and then...

Xu Zhimo said that the most touching thing was the gentleness of that raised hand, like a water lotus being shy in the cool breeze.

The towel fell off.

Since she was sitting, it fell on the little girl's own legs.

Tong Yao was stunned, her eyes quickly moved away from the shy little lotus, her face flushed, and she couldn't utter a word.

Time went very slowly.

The little girl slowly wrapped herself in the towel and whispered:

“We are all girls…”

In the dormitory, most girls are not shy about changing clothes, but Teacher Tong... The girl's eyes flickered. Of course she knew that her bath towel would fall off, but she didn't expect Teacher Tong's reaction to be so shy.

Homosexuality is the biggest obstacle, but also the best shield.

"Yeah... they're all girls."

Tong Yao tilted her head and stammered.

"But it's not fair," the little girl said suddenly, "Teacher Tong looked at me."

Tong Yao was very embarrassed. Did this kid want her to take off her clothes so he could see her breasts?

"You dropped it yourself," she said, blushing.

Ruan Qian's face turned red. She just said it casually and didn't expect to be able to be honest with Teacher Tong like this.

——I am such a greedy person.

Being protected by Teacher Tong, but unable to repay, before becoming successful, I can only use this cunning way to try to capture Teacher Tong's heart. Now I am so eager for Teacher Tong's love and sincerity. When I grow up and truly deserve Teacher Tong, what will I become?

After changing her clothes and drying her hair, the little girl became fresh again. Tong Yao picked up a few oil-soaked clothes and said:

"It's too troublesome to wash it by hand. I'll take it back and throw it in the washing machine to stir it for you a few times."

Ruan Qian nodded gently:

"Thank you, Teacher Tong."

“Well, you have to sit across from me to get splashed,” Tong Yao joked, “Maybe I passed the bad luck to you.”

"No." Ruan Qian said angrily.

At least, she didn't think it was bad luck at all.

If you do it again, it's best to pour more on your hair.

Chapter 66: She is Hypocritical

Ever since she washed the little girl's hair, Tong Yao didn't dare to be alone with her.

The atmosphere when alone is different from that in public. She always thinks of the topless girl. That unexpected glimpse, the little lotus, the sharp corners... the impression is as deep as a brand. The girl is taller than her, but her breasts are... smaller. No wonder she is wearing junior high school underwear.

At this time, she had just finished explaining the problem to Xu Yin and was staring at Xu Yin's draft paper, rarely being distracted.

"Teacher Tong, it's done."

Xu Yin exhaled, her eyebrows curved.

"Yes," Tong Yao took a look, "That's how it's done. By the way, are you still tutoring Chen Mo on weekends?"

"Yeah," Xu Yin smiled, "She's very smart. She can basically learn well just by looking at my notes."

"Thank you for your hard work."

"No way... I'm the class monitor."

Outside the office, there was a noise of people leaving get out of class. Tong Yao looked up at the door, suddenly thinking about something, and said to Xu Yin:

"Take the weekend off and don't make up for the math. Please inform them."

"Okay, Teacher Tong should also have a good rest!"

After Xu Yin left, Tong Yao paused for a moment, looked around, and secretly opened a web page.

That comic convention that Ruanruan is at...there should still be tickets for sale, right?

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Tong Yao is actually not very interested in comic exhibitions, which are otaku-flavored and commercial activities. She likes otaku culture, but she doesn't like others to promote otaku culture in front of her, or to deliberately flatter otakus.

For example, the Kaguya cosplayer in the front who exposed too much.

She was wearing a fisherman's hat and looking around for stalls selling peripherals. There was no need to look at the large stalls, as the girl would definitely not be willing to rent them, so she just needed to focus on the small stalls.

The threshold for entering comic conventions in China is very low, and basically anyone with money can set up a stall. At comic conventions outside of Beijing, Shanghai and Guangzhou, genuine products are few and expensive, and apart from the official stalls, most of the stalls are retail buyers. The wealthy wholesale pirated figures and novels, while the poor wholesale pirated posters and badge pendants. They usually lack originality, which is a typical case of bad money driving out good money.

This is what Tong Yao is worried about. Who knows the heroine of "Dream Journey"? Will anyone really buy it? Others are selling Yukinoshita Yukinomiyazono Kaori Asuna, how can the little girl's painting stand out from the crowd?

She continued walking, and when she reached the other side of the hall, her feet suddenly retracted and her whole body was hidden.

She saw Ruan Qian.

A table was a stall, with a poster spread out on the table. A little girl sat there like the pancake seller at the school gate, with a few comic books piled in front of her.

Is this a single volume of "Dream Journey"? Most likely it was printed by herself, and I don't know if she has negotiated with ican comics. Tong Yao found that she rarely paid attention to the girl's comics, didn't know the progress of the comics, and didn't even know the name of the protagonist.

She saw a man walk over, ask the girl something, then shake his head and leave. The girl smiled, waved her hand, and waited for the next person to ask.

The hall suddenly became lively, and many people left to follow the official news. It seemed that a famous singer came over to sing the opening of a certain anime. The tourists left, and the stalls in the bad location became even more deserted.

Ruan Qian unscrewed the bottle of mineral water. It was past ten o'clock and she was a little hungry, so she took a piece of toast from her bag.

Nothing was sold.

She felt a little depressed. Although she had thought about the situation where the sales were not good, she had not thought about not being able to sell any. Yan Zhi said that people at the comic exhibition were easy to cheat, and in the end everyone just looked and did not intend to buy - maybe they just came to take a look because the stall owner was a pretty girl.

"Hey, have you sold your stuff?" the stall owner next to me suddenly asked.

Ruan Qian turned her face to the side. The stall owner next to her was a girl who looked to be in college. There were a lot of small items on her desk and her business didn't seem to be doing well.

Feeling sympathy for each other, Ruan Qian lowered her head and said, "No."

"Hey, this location is too remote, and the booth is so expensive." The girl with blond hair complained, "Which character is your poster? Did you draw it yourself?"

"Yes, she's the heroine of my comics."

"Great." Huangfa praised, "I can only read other people's comics."

Ruan Qian thought, but not many people read my comics, and there are many people in the world whose works are not appreciated by anyone.

She didn't want to talk about her comics, so she took out a bag of toast from her bag:

"do you want to eat?"

Huang Fa was delighted: "Thank you. By the way, why don't you try to draw Naruto next time? Both boys and girls will watch it, it will definitely sell well."

Ruan Qian nodded silently.

She actually didn't plan to do it again.

"And didn't you set the price too high..." Huang Fa said, "Look, the painting next door has sold more than ten pieces. Small profits but quick turnover. Oh, no, anyway, the cost is low, so huge profits but quick turnover."

The little girl had something to say.

Others sell it cheap because it's pirated. But this is her original work that she has worked hard on, and she doesn't want to sell it at the same price as a pirated copy. It's true that her comics are rough, but she spent a long time polishing the characters on the posters, and they are definitely not shoddy. Even if it's just a beautiful painting, it won't lose its value. She knows herself well and won't compare it with the official version of popular works, but she would rather not sell it than treat it as a pirated copy.

At worst... I can give it to my classmates when I get home.

At the corner, Tong Yao sent away who knows how many people came to ask her for her Weibo, and suddenly, she called the person she had just sent away:

"Wait."

The man turned around in surprise. He had a canon hanging around his neck. He walked over and rubbed his hands:

"Little sister..."

"Can you do me a favor?" Tong Yao tried to smile as nicely as possible, pointed at the little girl's stall in the distance, and said softly, "The stall selling posters is my sister. I'll give you money, and you can buy a set of posters and comics. I'll give you everything, okay?"

The man looked very understanding and gave a thumbs up:

"Good sister! I will pay for a few more sets myself. Can you give me your Weibo?"

Tong Yao never posted anything on Weibo, and she rarely used it. After thinking for a moment, she agreed: "Okay."

"And...can I take a picture of you?" The man blushed and scratched his head.

Nursery Rhyme: "...Yes."

The man was overjoyed and pressed the shutter while saying, "Miss, you look like a beautiful anime girl" and "Miss, you have a great figure."

Tong Yao pursed her lips: "Are you done?"

"OK OK!"

The man was satisfied, put away his camera, and walked away in big strides. However, when he saw that the stall owner was a girl who was more dazzling than most cosplayers, he subconsciously wanted to take a photo, but soon remembered his mission, pretended to look closely, and asked:

“Did you draw this?”

The little girl thought it was another person who only looked but did not buy, so she was not very enthusiastic and said softly:

"Ah."

"I'll buy five sets." The man said proudly, "I want posters, wall paintings, and comics."

"Ah?" The little girl was surprised.