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

The thieves were vagrants in society and were not easy to catch, but in the evening, preliminary information from the police reached the school - one of the perpetrators was confirmed to be a student of the school.

The school leaders were shocked. Over the years since the school was founded, petty thefts have occurred, gang fights and bullying have occasionally occurred, and black swan events such as jumping from buildings have also occurred. This century-old prestigious school has stood firm through the storms, but such a vicious act of theft is the first time in the history of No. 1 Middle School.

Now there is no need for Tong Yao to urge, even the leaders of No. 1 Middle School are urging the police, vowing to remove this black sheep from the middle school.

Night self-study.

Xu Yin was doing her homework. She was upset about losing the money, but the final exam was there. She was neither sad nor happy, like a judge preparing to judge a student. She would think of what happened in the morning from time to time, and would hate herself for being careless, hating the thief who got something for nothing, and wishing she could go back to last night to bring the bag back, but the past would eventually pass.

The radio rang.

Ye Wei's voice was buzzing:

"Hello, students. Just now, the police have told us that one of the perpetrators of the theft is one of our students. I am very sad to hear this news."

There were cries of surprise in the classroom, and several people were whispering and speculating about the suspicious person.

"All students who are admitted to our No. 16 Middle School have good grades. But you chose to steal, to do such petty theft! I tell you, your life is over! The amount is huge, and you are over years old, so this will be recorded! How will you gain a foothold in society in the future? How will your parents face others?

“We already know who you are. Finally, we will give you a chance to surrender yourself. I hope you can seize it and give yourself a chance.

"The speech is over, everyone continue to study."

The whole school sighed and a heated discussion broke out.

"Damn, was it stolen by a student?"

"That's awesome... But I guess they don't know who it is, otherwise they wouldn't ask him to turn himself in."

"Quiet." Tong Yao from Class 7 slapped her desk and said, "Are you still studying? If you think the homework is too little, I'll give you some more."

The students immediately begged for mercy and dared not discuss the matter any further.

The little girl in the first row under the podium looked at her with a smile. Tong Yao blushed. Somehow, the majesty she had just had turned into shame, as if she was uncomfortable as if someone had seen a dark history photo of her childhood.

Halfway through the evening study session, Ruan Qian went up to the stage to ask questions. When they approached, the whole class suddenly laughed out loud, making both of them blush.

"What are you making a fuss about?" Tong Yao said weakly, "Just learn from your own practice."

"Alas--"

The booing started again.

“…I have added homework.”

"..."

Looking at the quiet audience, Tong Yao was satisfied and continued explaining the topic.

The little girl's face was flushed, and she was bending over beside her, listening obediently, like a crawling little animal.

Everything went as Ruan Qian planned. She was close to Teacher Tong in front of everyone, and everyone started to make fun of her, but Teacher Tong... didn't mind. The classmates were all teasing in a good-natured way, and didn't think of the heavy word "homosexuality", and she enjoyed the special status she had for Teacher Tong in the eyes of her classmates... Too bad.

For the person they like, people can learn many things without any guidance.

After asking the question, Ruan Qian held the book and asked quietly:

"Has the thief from our school really been found?"

The warm breath made Tong Yao's ears itch slightly. She looked at the audience and lowered her voice, answering:

"No, Mr. Ye is just bluffing."

Ruan Qian smiled and said, "Well, just like he cheated those who cheated."

"Well," said Tong Yao, "Go down and do your homework."

The little girl turned her back to the audience, made a cute face at her, and then returned to her seat lightly.

Tong Yao quickly lowered her head and tried to control her expression.

This kind of excitement of an underground office romance...is really killing me.

Chapter 73: Wish

To everyone's surprise, the culprit for the theft was caught in just two days.

The case was published in the newspaper, which described in detail the process of police surveillance and investigation. In a mobile phone repair shop, criminals brought several mobile phones to recycle and cash in. The owner, who had informed the store in advance, secretly called the police. Not long after, the police arrived and caught the criminals red-handed.

Only one person was caught. It was obviously not a smart move for him to sell the stolen goods in such a short time. It was said that he was afraid that the cell phone could locate him, so he was in a hurry to sell. This guy was also a coward. Not long after, he confessed his two accomplices, one of whom was a sophomore student at No. 1 Middle School.

From Class 5, his name is He Zeyu.

The arrested person's phone also had call records and voice texts saved on it. The police entered the campus during class and searched He Zeyu's dormitory, where they found two iPhones and 2000 yuan.

The head teacher of Class 5 was shocked. In his eyes, this student came from a poor family and had average grades, but he was very honest and should not do such a thing.

After class, Ye Wei called He Zeyu to his office. Tong Yao got the news and wanted to see what the student's condition was like, so she followed him.

"Student He Zeyu, where were you at dawn on January 2nd?"

Ye Wei asked, and Tong Yao saw that the boy trembled visibly, and then he said calmly:

"Sleeping in the dormitory."

"Then how come you have another student's cell phone in your dormitory? And where did the two thousand yuan come from?!"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then he realized in an instant that this was a Hongmen Banquet. The knives had been sharpened, waiting for him to lie on the chopping block.

He knew that the school's surveillance was blurry and the school seldom intervened if students lost something. The police were also overwhelmed with such minor cases. He thought he could escape the law, but he was found in just two days.

In the heavy atmosphere of the office, this boy actually grinned at the end:

"I stole it."

No teacher can face this kind of thing calmly.

"Why do you want to steal?" Tong Yao frowned, "Don't you have enough money?"

The boy lowered his head and said nothing.

"I've called your parents. Think about how to face them." Ye Wei said in a deep voice, "It's embarrassing for your parents."

The boy snorted and said:

"Whatever you want, they've already left me alone."

Tong Yao was not surprised. There were always various external factors for children who grew up crooked. She looked down at the message and said:

"Did you know you could go to jail?"

The boy looked up at her with cold eyes and did not reply.

"You think you can escape legal sanctions because you are a minor?" Tong Yao continued, "You are 17, not 15. You have to bear criminal responsibility. Maybe you won't be locked up for long because you are a minor, but you will still be in jail. Do you understand?"

She stared at the boy, but he just laughed.

"You're annoying."

Tong Yao was stunned.

Ye Wei slammed the table and said, "How do you talk to the teacher?!"

"You guys want to fire me?" He Zeyu snorted, "Do you still want me to wag my tail at your expense?

"Teacher Tong, you really like to meddle in other people's business. You even enforce discipline when you pass by our class during evening self-study. You print out a test paper for the cram school and the whole grade has to do it. You even give your card to the students to buy food..." He said disdainfully, "Do you think that poor students like us need your help? How lacking in a sense of superiority do you have? Do you know how many people hate a saint like you?"

Ye Wei couldn't stand it anymore and threw the pen holder on the table to the ground: "Get out of here!"

"Don't let him go, Teacher Ye." Tong Yaoding sat on the chair and said softly, "I have something to say."

She raised her eyes to look at He Zeyu. In fact, when she first saw this name, she thought it was a good name, suitable for both men and women, and a bit literary. But now, she gave up preaching and persuading, and seemed to understand the meaning of hopelessness, and said slowly:

"Let me explain. Your head teacher's wife is pregnant and needs to be taken care of, so he asked me to take care of discipline every time I pass by your class. The math test paper was made by me for my cram school, but other teachers wanted to give it to you, and I couldn't refuse.

"You asked me if I thought you needed help. I think so. I don't think there's anything wrong with teachers helping students, and I don't know how I showed a sense of superiority."

She paused and whispered, "The amount of money you personally were involved in theft was not large, and if someone helped you, the possibility of not being classified as a crime is actually very high.

"Okay, the police are coming soon. I'll have to trouble Teacher Ye to take care of the rest."

After she finished speaking, she stood up hastily, walked out quickly, and closed the door. He Zeyu stayed where he was, without any sarcasm, and no one knew what he was thinking.

When she met some students who greeted her on the way, she quickly lowered her head, responded in a low voice, and hid her slightly red eyes.

She's just an ordinary person.

She would also be sad if her hard work was denied.

Still rejected by students.

Even though she knew the other party was just trying to irritate her, she couldn't help but care.

Maybe she really wasn't that good.

She was not strict enough and was too soft-hearted. She gave her students more homework, even if she didn't mean to. She was notoriously partial and had crushes on her students.

It is very uncomfortable to be ruthlessly hit on the head when you think you are doing well. The last time I felt such a sense of failure was when I was in college and someone called me a "Zhongyong" behind my back.

She is really just an ordinary person who is trying her best to do well in her life.

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No. 1 Middle School exploded.

In an abstract sense.

A student from Class Five was taken away by the police - at a time when the theft incidents were still going on, this was a bolt from the blue and stunned everyone who was watching.

Everyone has their own values. Many people don’t care if their classmates smoke, drink, fight, skip classes, or cheat. But if a classmate steals, even if the amount is small, most people’s attitude is the same - shameful.

"I didn't expect that He Zeyu stole things... I even talked to him."

“You know people, you know faces, but you don’t know hearts.”

"Ruan Qian, quickly ask that guy surnamed He to return your money!"

Some people were cheering impatiently, as if urging a good show to begin.

"I'd better wait for the school to notify me."

Ruan Qian shook her head.

There were boys discussing something nearby. When they talked about a certain topic, they looked at Ruan Qian and tried to strike up a conversation with the pretty girl in the class:

"Ruan Xi, did you know that Teacher Tong just cried?"

Ruan Qian was stunned:

"What did you say?"

"Damn, don't talk nonsense," another boy shouted, "I just saw Teacher Tong's eyes were red when I came here."

"Maybe she was crying because she was angry..." someone added in a low voice.

As the voices got louder, more people started paying attention and gossiping.

"He must have been mad at the thief!" The flower protector said indignantly, "He deserves to go to jail!"

"Should we go and comfort Teacher Tong..."

The discussion was silent for a moment, and Ji Chen volunteered:

"Or let me..."

"boom!"

With a dull thud, the little girl jumped out from the chair where Jiang Yiming was sleeping and disappeared in a flash.

The rest of the people looked at each other, and a boy muttered:

"They can't be real..."

Even Ruan Qian didn't know the answer to this question.

Whether it is true or false, it depends on what Teacher Tong says.

She ran to the office, where she saw only the confused expression of the laogai, and she quickly left in fear. The next class was political science, and for a science student in the second year of high school, liberal arts classes were equivalent to self-study - so the choice was easy.

She wants to find Teacher Tong.

Taking advantage of the few minutes left between classes, she ran back, borrowed a cell phone from a classmate, and dialed the number she had memorized by heart.

Dial tone.