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

There were only Ji Chen and her.

It's very true, everyone in the parallel class is very self-aware, even too self-aware, and they are not even willing to try.

Looking at the time, Yin Jiali realized that it was time for class, so she stood up, walked out of the front door, and went straight to the office.

Just two people.

I don’t know if Teacher Tong will be disappointed.

"Yin Jiali! Wait!"

Halfway through her walk, she was stopped by a voice from behind. It was a girl. Yin Jiali turned back in surprise, only to find that it was Ruan Qian, who was panting.

"That..." Ruan Qian's face turned red, and her voice became smaller and smaller, "I, I also want to report..."

Yin Jiali's face was distorted: "You want to sign up? Uh, Teacher Tong said that it is recommended that students in the top 200 of the grade sign up, otherwise they may not be able to keep up... I mean, laying a foundation may be more important..."

Ruan Qian lowered her head, her expression unclear, but anyone could feel her loss.

"Oh, okay, I'll sign you up," Yin Jiali scratched her hair, sighed, leaned the registration form against the wall, and searched for a pen in her pocket, "Anyway, the teacher didn't say that those ranked after 200 can't sign up..."

"...Thank you." Ruan Qian said softly. Seeing that Yin Jiali couldn't find a pen, she quickly handed one to her.

"Let me tell you first," Yin Jiali said as she wrote, "It's good to want to learn, but don't quit after two classes. If that happens, you might as well not come, so as not to make Teacher Tong sad."

"Yeah, I know." Ruan Qian nodded.

"Okay, I'm going to hand in my form." Yin Jiali returned the pen, walked a few steps, and looked back, "Why are you still following me?"

"I want to go and see too..." Ruan Qian said embarrassedly.

"Row."

Yin Jiali entered the office and wanted to call Ruan Qian to follow her, but she found that Ruan Qian did not come in, but was hiding outside the door as if eavesdropping.

...What's wrong?

She looked at Teacher Tong and saw that someone had arrived before her. It was Xu Yin, the monitor of Class 4, who was also holding a registration form in her hand.

"Sister Yaoyao," Xu Yin's voice was soft, "how many people do you plan to recruit?"

"Ten, maybe." Tong Yao was used to Xu Yin calling her Sister Yaoyao and Sister Yao, and she was willing to pamper these cute kids with good grades. She took the registration form and touched her red lips with the teacup, "If there are more, there won't be enough tables."

As a result, I saw the registration form of Class 4, from top to bottom...

"Uh, there are twenty-one people who have signed up for your class?" Tong Yao almost spit out water.

Xu Yin stuck out her tongue: "Everyone wants to learn, and they all like Sister Yaoyao. There are too many people, do you want to further screen them?"

"Well... no need for now."

There was a sudden noise outside. Tong Yao looked over subconsciously but saw nothing.

On the other side, outside the door——

What is Sister Yaoyao called?! Screening? Then she will definitely be eliminated...

Ruan Qian outside the door clenched her fists tightly.

"Jia Li, you're here?" Tong Yao saw the class representative behind her and asked with a smile, "How many are there in Class 7?"

Yin Jiali froze in place. How could she...how could she say that?

Only three...

It turns out that there is such a big gap between parallel classes and experimental classes.

"Teacher Tong... this is the list." She handed it to Tong Yao with a sad face. Tong Yao took a look and recited:

"Well...you, Ji Chen, and...Ruan Qian? Did she sign up too?"

"It's a little difficult for me to remind her, but..." Yin Jiali also subconsciously turned back to look outside, "She insisted on reporting it."

"Okay," Tong Yao thought for a moment and felt very embarrassed, "Twenty-four people..."

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When Yin Jiali returned to the classroom, she saw Ruan Qian lying on the table with her face buried in her arms, looking listless and dejected.

"I didn't see you when I came out," Yin Jiali wondered, "When did you leave?"

Ruan Qian didn't say anything, but turned her head and looked at Yin Jiali cautiously:

"What did Teacher Tong arrange in the end?"

Yin Jiali looked embarrassed, and finally she said:

"You're brushed off."

Then she saw that the girl in front of her suddenly lost all the light in her eyes.

"I'm kidding!" Yin Jiali explained quickly, "Why would Teacher Tong reject someone? The make-up classes have been changed into two groups. One for Saturday night, and one for Sunday afternoon. Which one do you want to sign up for?"

The ups and downs in life made Ruan Qian glare at the class representative.

"I'll sign up... in the evening." She thought for a while and asked, "Where will the tutoring be?"

"Didn't Teacher Tong tell me? Her dormitory is in the faculty building, Unit 402, Room ."

Go to...Teacher Tong’s dormitory?

Ruan Qian's heart was pounding.

Why does my heart...feel so itchy?

Looking forward to it, looking forward to it, Saturday is here and the make-up classes are approaching.

Although No. 1 Middle School has classes on Saturdays, it is a day when you don’t have to wear a school uniform. Ruan Qian doesn’t have many nice clothes in her wardrobe. There are basically no new clothes. They are all brought from her freshman year of high school and junior high school. Her family always buys her clothes that are bigger so that she can wear them for a few more years. She thought for a long time before putting together a set of clothes that she thinks are good-looking.

"Oh, you're not wearing your school uniform today?" Jiang Yiming, my deskmate, was the first to notice, "So you have other clothes."

Ruan Qian ignored him and looked at the clock in the middle of the classroom from time to time, looking forward to making up lessons after school.

Ruan Qian is very beautiful, and this is something all the boys in the class know.

But it is well known that Ruan Qian is not excellent.

Some people like to use being criticized by the teacher to entertain others, or have special strengths and can become the core of the class and integrate into everyone's circle even if they have poor grades, but Ruan Qian can't do it. She has no self-confidence and refuses to communicate from the bottom of her heart. Material scarcity and lack are one of the straws that broke the camel's back for her self-esteem.

She would rather play the pathetic and lonely protagonist in a one-man show than be an insignificant supporting role in a group of people.

The bell rings.

She couldn't wait to pack her schoolbag, but Ji Chen got there first and called out Yin Jiali and her at the same time.

"Jia Li, Ruan Xi, let's go to Teacher Tong together." Ji Chen said carelessly.

Ruan Qian tightly grasped her schoolbag. She didn’t want to walk with others, but there was nothing she could do. If they all went home together after school, they would definitely run into each other.

On the way, a few people from Class 4 asked them if they were going to find Teacher Tong.

The students in the experimental class seemed to have a special kind of confidence in front of them. Yes, it was nothing strange. If I were a student in the experimental class, I would definitely be confident too.

Unit 402, .

Ji Chen walked in front and knocked on the door first.

The dark iron door opened.

a man.

This opening thunderbolt made the students stay where they are.

"Hey, your student is here." The man was handsome, with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and was wearing home slippers. Even someone as outstanding as Ji Chen seemed too immature in front of him, and his identity seemed to be obvious.

Ruan Qian stood at the door in a daze.

Who is this man...?

It was a hot summer day, but she seemed to have fallen into ice, and her expectations were frozen into pieces, falling to the ground and shattering.

Chapter 8: Photos contain memories of the past

The students stood at the door in a daze until the familiar figure of Teacher Tong appeared in the living room.

"Why are you blocking the door?" Tong Yao came over unhappily, with one hand on her waist, "Why are you still here? Didn't I tell you to leave?"

But through the students' preconceived filter, it seems a bit coquettish.

Tong Hua scratched his head: "I'm just curious about what your students are like..."

"Hurry up and leave after you finish watching. Don't disturb their studies," Tong Yao began to chase people away. When facing the students, she immediately changed her face to a gentle one. "Come in. You don't need to take off your shoes. I'll mop the floor in a while."

The students, who had not yet come to their senses, walked in like wooden men.

Ruan Qian's eyes were fixed on Tong Hua, as if she wanted to stare this man to death. This person... this person, is this the person that Teacher Tong likes?

It feels like when Bajie discovered that Chang'e likes Houyi.

Isn’t it? I am Bajie, not even Tianpeng.

Tong Hua, who was changing shoes, felt a chill on his back for some reason and felt a little creepy.

"Then I'm leaving." Tong Hua shouted.

The nursery rhyme reminds: "Close the door."

Ruan Qian couldn't help but bite her lips until the skin was broken.

I don't know why I felt sad, but Teacher Tong has her own happiness, and as a student she should feel happy.

"Okay, everyone, find a seat and sit down."

Tong Yao carried a stack of test papers she had printed and walked into the living room, where there were several rows of long tables, more than enough to seat more than ten people.

However, Ruan Qian felt that she would not be able to concentrate on the class at all from then on.

She found a familiar corner seat, next to a boy from Class 4, so she couldn't help but move closer to the wall. At this time, Xu Yin seemed to want to talk to Teacher Tong in front, Ruan Qian shook her head, concentrating, trying to hear clearly.

"Sister Yaoyao," Xu Yin looked nervous, but tried to pretend nothing had happened, "Was that your boyfriend just now?"

Good question!

For the first time, Ruan Qian applauded the monitor of Class 4 in her heart.

We must ask! We can’t let Teacher Tong avoid it!

"Huh?" Tong Yao was shocked and disgusted when she heard this. "That's my brother. He came to give me something."

The students who heard this breathed a sigh of relief.

——That’s my brother.

It turns out...he's just my brother.

Ruan Qian suddenly felt that she had been extremely stupid since the moment she entered the door.

So stupid.

Fortunately, Teacher Tong didn’t know what she was thinking.

Before she knew it, the test paper had been passed to her. Ruan Qian came to her senses and took out a pen. Soon, she found that except for her name, she didn't seem to know how to fill in any blank.

Isn't this too difficult?

Although she had prepared herself for the possibility, when she actually started writing, she found that she had no idea where to start.

What made her even more upset was that the boy next to her wrote very quickly, and within a few minutes, his draft paper was full of writing. She couldn't finish a single question, and she became more and more anxious.

"Everyone, write the first five questions first. If you don't know the answers, leave them blank. I will explain them later." Tong Yao said as she walked down to check on each student.

Xu Yin, ranked eighth in the grade this time, did not find the questions she set difficult.

Ji Chen, please slow down. Tong Yao stood beside him, wanting to see the calculations on his draft paper, but Ji Chen gradually stopped writing.

Seeing his ears turning red, Tong Yao felt ashamed. After all, he was the monitor of Class 7. Wasn't he too easily nervous?

Yin Jiali's progress is the same as most people's. Although she is the class representative of Class 7, she is not better than the top students in Class 4.

as well as……

Tong Yao stood on tiptoe, wanting to see what was happening at Ruan Qian who was sitting at the innermost corner, but the little girl was sitting too close to the wall, using her elbow to block her draft paper and her arm to cover the side of her face, hiding herself so tightly that she couldn't see anything even if she wanted to.

Nursery rhyme: "..."