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

"Maybe... no." Ye Wei said truthfully, "Lao Liu, what did your class lose?"

Liu Jian grabbed his head with both hands, as if he wanted to pull his hair out, closed his eyes, and opened his mouth silently, as if trying to suppress his anger. He clenched his fists, and finally loosened them powerlessly:

“…I lost the class fee.”

"Six thousand."

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Class 4 is different from other classes in that it has a monitor, Xu Yin, who is well-rounded in moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic and labor aspects. Teachers are assured and classmates love her. As the head teacher, Liu Jian does not touch the class funds, but gives full authority to Xu Yin. The use records of class funds have always been open and transparent.

No one would have thought that such a large amount of money would be stolen from the school.

The police arrived during morning reading and went straight to the monitoring room to record the losses.

"They searched very accurately. We are still not sure whether it was an internal crime or whether there were any student accomplices." The young man in police uniform wrote a few things in the notebook. "We will continue to study it when we go back. You can ask a few students to come over and see if there are any familiar ones."

"Okay, okay." Ye Wei nodded repeatedly.

Tong Yao couldn't imagine how Xu Yin was doing now after losing the class funds.

"Please... do your best to find these people." She lowered her head and pleaded, "This money is very important to the students."

The young policeman blushed and said quickly: "I will try my best! I will definitely try my best!"

The old policeman at the side was embarrassed: "I can't guarantee it. There are too many cases like this. We don't have enough police force. We can't handle it."

Liu Jian was anxious: "Aren't you the police? If you can't catch them, are you going to let them roam around in society?"

The old policeman seemed to have heard this question many times, and he was not annoyed. He answered: "Do you know how many cases we have in this area every day? We have to deal with them one by one. There are not enough people and not enough funds."

"Then why do you look for foreigners who lost their bicycles?" Liu Jian was a little out of control. "Are our students inferior to others?"

The old policeman had a good temper and said calmly: "This is a report deviation. Who said we won't help students find it? You just didn't see it."

Most cases are filed but then go unreported. Maybe one day someone is caught for a murder and it is discovered that he was the one who committed the murder.

Overall, there is little hope.

The police left, and the rest of the people looked at each other in bewilderment. No one had any experience with this kind of thing, so Tong Yao walked over to Liu Jian, hesitated, and asked:

"Teacher Liu...what are you going to do with the class funds?"

Liu Jian smiled bitterly:

"I do not know."

"Xu Yin...what did she say?"

Liu Jian shook his head: "I saw that she was about to cry, so we didn't talk about this."

The loss of class funds was the fault of the custodian. But it seems wrong to let the custodian bear all the losses. The custodian is not a bank and has not received any benefits. He only took on this extra work because he is the class leader.

But we can't ask the whole class to pay class fees again, which is unfair to everyone. And if a thief breaks into the school and the security facilities are useless, does the school need to bear some responsibility?

No one can tell.

Xu Yin's family is working class, and six thousand yuan is not enough to break a big hole in their pocket, but it won't make things too easy either.

Tong Yao quietly left. In the corridor, she saw Xu Yin lying on the railing alone, with her head buried in her arms, while other students were doing morning reading in the classroom. She suddenly realized that Xu Yin was just a girl in the second year of high school. Although she liked to pester her for praise, she was not that strong. She was just so outstanding that people felt that she did not need to be cared about.

She slowly approached and asked softly:

"Are you crying?"

Xu Yin refused to look up, her shoulders slightly shrugged, and tiny sobs reached Tong Yao's ears.

"Actually... losing money is not a big deal," Tong Yao racked her brains to try to comfort him, "You can earn money again. Just consider yourself unlucky for the loss you suffered this time. You are such an excellent person, your parents will definitely not blame you."

On her way here, she thought about paying for it herself. After all, this amount of money was nothing to her. But she stopped herself from thinking about it - her relationship with her students should not be mixed with money. Unlike Chen Mo, six thousand yuan was not a heavy burden for Xu Yin's family. If she paid for it herself, it would make the relationship between her and Xu Yin distorted.

Xu Yin lay prone, her sobs becoming more and more obvious. Finally, her grievances burst out, and she cried:

"I, I didn't bring my bag back to the dormitory yesterday... Why did you search my bag..."

The girl choked up and kicked the tiles hard a few times, "I'm not afraid of my parents scolding me... I just think it's not easy for them to earn money, and they still want to compensate me..."

"Yeah, I know," Tong Yao patted her back gently, "It's all the thief's fault."

High school students are not heartless. On the contrary, many of them are sensible and sensitive, easily hurt and prone to self-blame.

"How about we just curse the person who stole your money to get hit by a car?" said the nursery rhyme.

The girl's eyes were red. She wanted to nod, but hesitated for a moment and wiped her tears.

"It's enough to curse him to jail."

The bell rang and morning reading ended. The students discussed the theft that shocked the whole school. Some wanted to see Xu Yin's condition and comfort her, but Xu Yin didn't want to see anyone. She quickly wiped away her tears, lowered her head, and took deep breaths to adjust herself.

"Thank you, Teacher Tong. I'm fine."

She said stubbornly.

"Don't worry about it. You don't need to pay the class fee right away," Tong Yao coaxed, "You don't need to spend the class fee in the near future. You still have a winter vacation. Maybe you can earn some money on your own."

"Ah."

Tong Yao smiled faintly and wanted to touch Xu Yin's head. When she looked up, she saw a pair of red eyes not far away, looking at her aggrievedly.

Xu Yin wasn’t the only one who lost a lot of money this time.

There was another little girl who needed her just as well.

Tong Yao had a headache about how to comfort the little girl.

Chapter 72: Never Forget

Tong Yao felt like she had been caught doing something bad.

The little girl stood there, motionless, her eyes red, as if silently saying "I need you".

"...I'm leaving first." She looked embarrassed and said to Xu Yin, "Don't worry, this matter is not that bad, there will be a solution."

"Well," Xu Yin blinked, "Teacher Tong, go."

Tong Yao smiled apologetically and ran towards the little girl. Ruan Ruan was waiting for her there. When she saw her coming, she raised her head and said in a hoarse and slightly nasal voice:

"Teacher Tong..."

"I'm here." Tong Yao paused, bit her lip, and asked, "Two thousand and a cell phone were lost, right?"

The little girl looked at her without saying a word. She put her hand between her arms and waist and hugged her gently, causing Tong Yao's body to stiffen.

"Ruanruan... is still in the corridor..."

She lowered her head in panic, afraid that passing students would see her nervousness.

"Teacher Tong," the little girl whispered, "you don't even bother to care about me first."

Tong Yao felt uneasy and didn't know where to put her hands. She wanted to say that Xu Yin lost more money, or it was class fees, but when facing the little girl with whom she had her first kiss yesterday, she felt guilty - she... should really care about Ruanruan first.

They have already kissed each other, and it would be too self-deceptive to continue saying that they are just teacher and student.

"I……"

"I know Xu Yin lost more money." Ruan Qian buried her head in her shoulder and sniffed, "But..."

But that was Xu Yin, who the little girl regarded as one of her biggest enemies. She didn't want to be jealous, she knew it was ugly to be jealous of others, but Xu Yin was better than her in every way, and she was very scared.

"Okay, it's the teacher's fault for not looking for you right away," Tong Yao coaxed softly. People were coming and going, and although she felt embarrassed to be watched, she gradually got used to it. "Did you tell mom?"

"No..." Ruan Qian's nose was red. It was winter and the wind was biting. She was crying, "My phone is gone..."

"It's gone, so it's gone. There's no important information, right?" Tong Yao took the little girl to the stairwell and ran her hand along her pigtails. "Teacher will buy you a new one."

When the little girl heard this, her face suddenly turned red, she hummed sweetly and shook her head, saying, "No..."

Her mood was completely different at this time, and only sweet melancholy remained. She thought, how could she accept Teacher Tong's things? If she wanted to marry Teacher Tong in the future, she would have to give a betrothal gift, and she could only give it to Teacher Tong.

The sad thing is that I don’t know when this day will come.

She felt like she was running on a single-plank bridge, but there was a net underneath to catch her, so she never had to worry about being smashed to pieces; perhaps one day she would accidentally fall down and be protected by the net, caught in the net, and would never be able to escape again.

Only by walking across the single-plank bridge yourself can you become the one who collects the net.

"I wanted to stop drawing for a week and concentrate on reviewing..." the little girl said aggrievedly, "I didn't bring my bag home yesterday, and it was stolen."

“Pfft, you are so unlucky.” Tong Yao pinched the little girl’s nose, “You really don’t want the teacher to give you a cell phone? It’s not a waste of money, it’s one I used before, and it’s still usable.”

"No." Ruan Qian lay in her arms, rubbing her head as she shook it.

Tong Yao laughed: "What do you want? Seeing that you have suffered such a great loss, I will grant you one wish. Can you forgive me now?"

"Really?" The little girl looked up instantly, "I wish for three more wishes!"

"You want a beating, huh?"

Nursery rhyme pinches the little girl's face, which is soft and smooth, like a peeled egg.

"Ah... then, then I..." The little girl didn't dare to be naughty anymore. She secretly looked at her face and whispered, "I still want to... touch Teacher Tong's stockings."

The so-called never forgetting, there must be an echo.

This is the third time. It’s time for Liu Bei to invite Zhuge Liang out, and it’s time for Sun Wukong to kill the White Bone Demon.

And the nursery rhyme was silent.

In fact, she had thought that the little girl would make this request. If she had to, she was ready to let Ruanruan touch her legs...but how could she appear reserved and self-respecting while maintaining her dignity as a teacher?

"You... do you want to touch me now?" Her face quickly heated up. There was no one around and no surveillance cameras, so she lowered her voice to a very low level. "I'm wearing pantyhose underneath, so it's not much different..."

Ruan Qian has already started popping champagne in her brain conference.

"I...I want to go to Teacher Tong's house to touch..."

The little girl lowered her head and spoke slowly.

She has a clear plan.

You can't just do it for a moment, how long can you touch here? You have to worry about someone coming over all the time. In the dormitory, anything is possible.

“Well, if there’s time…” Tong Yao stuttered.

"How about this week?" the little girl suddenly said, "This Saturday."

The nursery rhyme stuck, and finally, the sound became so faint that it almost disappeared:

"……it is good."

She clearly realized that she was in trouble.

Cheers—the little man in the little girl’s head celebrated.

It was time for class, Ruan Qian went back on time, and Tong Yao stood in a daze in the stairwell, almost forgetting what had happened today.

The theft remains unsolved.

She sighed, took out her cell phone, and dialed a number.

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If a student loses money, is the school responsible?

The lawyer will probably say no.

The school is not responsible for the property safety of students, but it takes the personal safety of students very strictly - because if there is a problem with personal safety, it will really cost money. For example, if someone loses an limb or loses their moral integrity, it is the school's problem.

Then who will compensate the students whose things were stolen?

——The originator of this.

Compensate with money, and if the money is gone, compensate with longer jail time.

It is a favor for the school to compensate, and it is their duty not to compensate. It is unfair to collect the class fee for Xu Yin's loss again, and it is also inappropriate to let her bear the responsibility alone - it is not her fault to leave the money in the classroom. You can say that she was careless and ask her to be vigilant and guard against strangers, but you can't stop girls from wearing floral skirts just because there are bad people in the world.

Otherwise, what's the point of having adults like them?

There weren't many people she could help, but the umbrella in her hand was more than enough to cover her students.

Nationwide, there are nearly 10,000 thefts every day, and countless thieves are at large. The loss of 20,000 yuan would not have caused any big stir, but because of her phone call, the small stir alerted the police.

The best high school in the province was robbed. A well-known reporter said that he would continue to pay attention to and report on this case. The police station attaches great importance to performance and is more aware of the need to establish a positive image of serving the people and publicize the efficiency of handling cases. Both sides took photos and I cooperated. That afternoon, two police officers went to the community to adjust the surveillance and then asked someone to identify frame by frame.