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

The scenery outside the window passed by quickly, and the car stereo played old domestic songs. The air conditioning was pleasant and the blanket was warm. Ruan Qian turned sideways and looked at the person who was concentrating on driving, forgetting all her worries. At this moment, she thought to herself that she would have her own car in the future, taking Teacher Tong to where she wanted to go.

That has to be the most romantic thing.

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On campus, Christmas is a foreign holiday with a strong presence.

Students give greeting cards to each other, suppress their inner blessings to their secret crushes, put up some small Christmas decorations in the classroom, and girls spend a few dollars to buy a cheap Christmas hat and some fancy candy canes.

"No." Laogai firmly rejected the students' idea of ​​holding a Christmas party. "Why are you celebrating a foreign holiday? It's almost the end of the semester and you don't even want to study hard?"

"But Class 6 is already preparing to do it." Someone muttered.

The labor camp officer was even more angry: "Don't compare yourself with others, you are just too excited to compare yourself with this!"

In any case, there was no hope for the Christmas party.

Ruan Qian received many greeting cards, from both boys and girls. She almost forgot that she was a marginal figure at the beginning of the school year. After one semester, she already had her own circle and many close friends, which she herself could not have imagined.

"This is for you, my deskmate." Jiang Yiming casually placed the card on her desk. "Merry Christmas."

Ruan Qian put it away, handed over the greeting cards she had prepared for her friends, and said with a smile: "Merry Christmas."

Seeing her smile, the boy quickly turned his head away, fearing that his expression would reveal something. After the girl left, he sighed, and Xu Hao, who had moved to the back after changing seats, poked him and said:

"Why don't you confess your feelings? The Christmas atmosphere is so great."

"No rush...no rush..."

"There are many people in the class who like Ruan Qian. Are you really not in a hurry?"

"...Fuck, of course I'm anxious." Jiang Yiming's face fell, "But...I can't affect her studies. She's made so much progress..."

While the two boys were sighing, the little girl was sending greeting cards everywhere. When she arrived at the office and saw that Teacher Tong was not there, she put the greeting card on the table and pressed it with candy. The labor reformer saw her and was about to tease her, but the little girl immediately took out another one:

"Mr. Li, this is for you. Merry Christmas."

Laogai laughed so hard that he couldn't close his mouth: "Oh, I don't celebrate this festival for you young people..."

Seeing his students becoming more motivated and sensible, he was very happy from the bottom of his heart. He was different from other teachers. He had been teaching Ruan Qian, who was originally in Class 7, since the first year of high school, and knew how much this child had changed.

A few minutes later, Tong Yao got out of class four with a bunch of greeting cards in her hands. She came back and saw the cards on the table. She was not surprised - but this card was a little special. Under the short blessing, there was a painting. It was a Q version of her, wearing what seemed to be a wedding dress, and there was a little man next to her. She recognized it as the Q version of Ruanruan, wearing... a tuxedo?

Her face flushed and she quickly hid the greeting card in the drawer.

This kid is really...

After Ruan Qian left the office, she went to Class 9. Yan Zhi, who was popular with boys, was called out from the crowd, and then the little girl handed over the greeting card with a serious look:

"Merry Christmas, and...thank you for your help with the comics."

Yan Zhi blinked, put the card in her pocket, hummed uncomfortably, and after a while, said, "I'll give it to you later."

Ruan Qian smiled and returned to Class 7.

Sad days will always pass and happy days will come.

Yan Zhi kept her word. During evening study, she bought a greeting card from somewhere and gave it to Ruan Qian in the corridor.

"How are you and Teacher Tong?"

"...It's okay," Ruan Qian leaned against the railing with her eyes downcast, "But the card I gave her today might have been too bold."

"You confessed?" Yan Zhi was surprised.

"No...but..." Ruan Qian didn't know how to describe it.

Yan Zhi looked downstairs. It was already dark, and there were still people playing football downstairs. She thought for a moment and said slowly:

"I heard that Teacher Song is still pursuing Teacher Tong."

The little girl didn't say anything, she just held the railing and bit her lip.

"Look, that PE teacher is all muscle and so brutal, how can Teacher Tong stand it?" Yan Zhi shrugged, "So you have to be careful to seize the opportunity."

"I know!" Ruan Qian couldn't help but say, "If Teacher Tong was with me, I would definitely... definitely... be gentle to her."

"In bed?"

"Well..." Ruan Qian blushed, "It's everywhere. Teacher Tong is shy. If we do that in the future... I'm sure... What's wrong with you?"

She noticed that Yan Zhi's face looked a little strange. She turned back subconsciously, and then saw a familiar, slender figure running away quickly - holding a greeting card in her hand.

"When did Teacher Tong come?" the little girl asked tremblingly as her legs went weak.

"...I don't know. She turned away when I saw her," Yan Zhi shivered, "I guess she sent you a greeting card."

Under the cover of night, the little girl's wailing, covering her face, is her lost youth.

Chapter 68: Appointment in the White Season

The nursery rhyme walked faster and faster down the corridor.

"If Teacher Tong were with me..."

"If we do that later..."

"Teacher Tong is thin-skinned..."

Thin, so thin!

She found a corner, leaned against the wall, lowered her head, and covered her eyes with her hands. The skin under her palms was burning hot and red.

She howled, feeling both annoyed and ashamed.

That kid actually thought about that kind of thing?

Even though he had some feelings for the girl, he only wanted to wait until she was an adult before considering it. Before she was ready to come out to her family and deal with colleagues and relatives, the girl was already thinking about having sex with her... and even wanted to be the one on top.

After a while, she left the wall. Actually... it wasn't something that shattered her worldview. It was normal for children to talk nonsense with their friends. She had heard more excessive and explicit things from boys. Children of this age had some excess hormones. The little girl was quite reserved and shy when she said these words. As a teacher, she should have guided her instead of running away in panic.

She took out a greeting card from her pocket. This was her return gift to Ruanruan. She hadn't given it to her just now, and there was no need to give it to her after today. As for going back to give it again... she thought it would be better to take it slow.

Back in the office, with a blush still on her face, she watered the aloe vera by the window. The bell rang, and she thought that she didn't have to face anyone, and she could calm down during this evening study session.

But just a few minutes into the evening study session, someone came in.

"Report."

A familiar and melodious voice.

Tong Yao's eyelids twitched, and she looked up, staring blankly at the little girl walking towards her.

Ruan Qian's face had been red since she saw her. Her body was stiff, and she walked in front of her with her chest hunched and her back hunched. Her timid voice was barely audible:

"Teacher Tong..."

Tong Yao's heartbeat suddenly quickened. She glanced around and saw that there were many people around, so she lowered her voice and said:

"Go out and talk."

in the corridor.

"Why did you come out?" Tong Yao lowered her head. "Aren't you going to evening self-study?"

The little girl was embarrassed:

"Tell the teacher I'm here to ask you a question..."

If it were her previous grades, the teacher might not have let her out.

"So... are you here to ask questions?" Tong Yao turned around, leaned against the railing, and her long hair seemed to blend into the night.

The little girl shook her head and spoke even more softly. Not daring to look at her, she looked at the moon and the night sky behind her:

"I'm here to apologize to Teacher Tong."

Tong Yao thought to herself, “It’s coming,” and turned her head away uncomfortably, saying nothing.

"Teacher Tong has been very nice to me this semester. I like Teacher Tong very much, but... I shouldn't say that kind of..." The little girl paused, her charming redness spreading to her ears, "that kind of... imaginary words from Teacher Tong."

"Cough cough!"

Tong Yao suddenly coughed, interrupting the little girl's apology. She would be too embarrassed to continue like this. She pretended to touch her face with one hand, but in fact she didn't want to expose her embarrassment, and said:

“I… don’t really care.

"You are still young... Just focus on studying and drawing comics. Don't think about those messy things, okay?"

She appears to be strong on the outside but is actually weak on the inside. She can't even pretend to be strict.

"Got it." Ruan Qian lowered her head obediently.

The gentle call could not wake up the person pretending to sleep, the flames burned higher and higher, and finally could not be extinguished. Neither of them dared to look at each other, one did not dare to face the other's sincere and passionate feelings, and the other felt that he was not worthy of the perfect her.

"Okay," Tong Yao looked at the bright classroom in the dark night, "let's go back to evening study."

"Yeah." The little girl glanced at her secretly, turned around to leave, but was suddenly stopped again.

"Wait a minute," Tong Yao fumbled in her pocket and finally took out the greeting card, "Um... Merry Christmas."

She briefly put aside her embarrassment, smiled at the little girl, handed her the greeting card, and then walked away quickly. That smile was like a hundred flowers in full bloom, a beauty that was tender and delicate. The little girl stood there stupidly, and when the back figure entered the office, her absent-minded eyes slowly began to light up. She opened her lips slightly and whispered:

"Merry Christmas...Yaoyao."

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There was another rose on Tong Yao's desk.

She had become numb and had told Song Ang that she didn't want to fall in love, but he still insisted on sending her flowers, as if he thought that the fire of perseverance would melt the ice sooner or later, and hoped that she would be moved one day - many people think that they are the chosen one who can pick the flower from the top of the mountain.

If the other party's behavior only stops at sending flowers, Tong Yao can tolerate it for the time being. However, if he dares to harass her and bring a bad influence to the students, she will have to use some means that she is not willing to use.

For example, bullying others by taking advantage of one's power.

After school, she drove straight out of the school gate and went home. This weekend was New Year's Day, and her family urged her to go home for the holiday. The students suffered. They had one more day off, but they had several more days of homework. As the end of the semester approached, no teacher wanted to fail, and they were afraid of being surpassed by other classes. They were desperately copying papers for students. If students got good grades, teachers could have a good year. The end of the semester was a joint exam for nine schools, and the higher-ups had issued a strict order that they must not be surpassed by Changya next door.

Tong Yao arrived home. Today, only the nanny was at home, and the others would probably be back in the evening. Her little fox Yumozuo greeted her at the door, and she was immediately excited, and happily hugged it and stroked it.

She changed into her home clothes and lay down on the bed. The weather forecast showed that there would be light snow tomorrow, December 12st, and the hot news was mostly about the program list of a certain TV station's New Year's Eve party.

Away from school and without students, she became very idle.

In the evening, Tong Sicheng and Jiang Wu came back. It was said that Tong Hua had a girlfriend and would spend the New Year's Eve with her tomorrow. As her sister, she sighed.

"Sister-in-law, won't you bring her back to see me?" she asked.

"He knows his limits. If he wants to get married, he will definitely bring him back to see us." Jiang Wu glanced at Tong Yao and smiled, "My poor daughter, only your dad and mom will be with you to celebrate the New Year."

“…Isn’t this good too?” Tong Yao turned her head away guiltily.

"That's right, isn't it good?" Tong Sicheng smiled, "Why rush? It's not like Yaoyao can't get married."

Jiang Wu shrugged and sat next to her daughter:

"Your student's comics are pretty good, have you read them?"

Tong Yao was not sure if her mother knew something, so she said:

"I haven't seen it... How do you know she draws comics?"

"Who are you talking about?" Tong Sicheng was puzzled. "Who draws comics?"

"I invested in a comics website," Jiang Wu leaned back into the soft sofa, "your students' works are there."

Tong Yao blinked and said in a silly way:

"……Oh."

"Don't you want to read her comics? The girl's pen name is Tamamo."

"Isn't that our fox?" Tong Sicheng said with a smile.

Tong Yao's heart skipped a beat, and Jiang Wu saw her entire expression.

During dinner, the news was broadcasting on TV. When it came to a gay group parade in a certain place, Tong Yao stopped eating with her chopsticks and looked at her parents' faces cautiously.

Tong Sicheng just listened quietly. Jiang Wu noticed her gaze and looked over with a smile.

Tong Yao quickly buried her head in her food, swallowed it, and asked tentatively:

"Dad, Mom, what do you think of these homosexuals?"