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

How can I help?

They are just ordinary students, how can they fight against a leader who is like a big devil?

She suddenly exhaled and asked:

"Can I tell others? Let more people know about this."

Chapter 97: I belong to you one year later

After several teachers retired or were promoted, No. 1 Middle School recruited a group of new teachers, all of whom graduated from prestigious universities, and some of whom even had master's degrees. This put a lot of pressure on the old teachers, who were afraid that their chances of leading a good class or graduating class would be reduced, and that their positions would be taken away by young people in the future when evaluating their professional titles. If they don't want to be beaten to death on the beach by the waves behind them, they have to swim forward desperately.

Class 7 had a new English teacher today, who was going to give a review class. The back of the classroom was full of teachers who were going to grade the class. The labor reform department had already told everyone to "cooperate with the new teacher," and everyone was happy and relaxed - the new teacher's class was definitely not very good, and the new teacher would not criticize anyone, so as long as they kept quiet, they could do whatever they wanted.

Then the teacher came in.

It was a beautiful young female teacher. Everyone was excited. Although she was not as pretty as Teacher Tong, who didn't like beautiful ones?

"Hello everyone, my name is LouHuan."

The female teacher smiled at them, looking unnatural. She opened the PPT on the all-in-one machine. The first page of the PPT had her name, Lou Huan, and the next line below it said "graduated from the University of Toronto."

Everyone guessed that this teacher was probably quite rich. His English was indeed different from many English teachers, with a foreign accent.

"The one sitting in the middle at the back is the new vice-president." Xu Hao suddenly whispered to Ruan Qian in front of him.

Ruan Qian was stunned. Is he the one who had a conflict with Teacher Tong?

Look at the teachers on the stage, they all have the surname Lou. Did they get in through connections?

No, you can’t think like that...the previous vice-principal’s surname was Tong.

The little girl couldn't help but look back at the vice-principal. It was this person... who made Teacher Tong unhappy.

Lou Yu, who was standing behind, had a serious look on his face and was taking notes in a notebook with a pen.

Ruan Qian was absent-minded in class, staring at the table in a daze. After a while, she suddenly found that the class had become quiet.

There was not even the teacher's voice.

She looked up and found that the new teacher, who had been teaching well, was a little flustered. Lou Huan was debugging the all-in-one computer on the stage, but no matter what he did, the format of the PPT was wrong and the content layout became a mess. If this was a concert, it would be like the accompaniment was in chaos, leaving the lonely lead singer at a loss in the center of the stage, helpless like a lost child.

The students in the audience either looked at each other or talked in low voices. They never thought that an open class would turn into a car accident scene.

Ruan Qian felt that the new teacher was about to cry.

Lou Huan tried to calm down, pursed his lower lip, and said in English:

"Class, there was a small accident. Although it's a bit messy, this PPT is still readable... Let's continue with what we were just talking about."

The following class became completely different.

The new teacher was obviously nervous. He made so many gibberish that he got more nervous with every mistake. In the end, he stumbled through the get out of class until the bell rang.

The class wasn't even over yet, Lou Huan quickly flipped through a few pages of the PPT, and the "Thank you for watching" on the last page was not in a messy format. She bowed, and without looking for the leader behind her, she hurried out, with a faint mist in her eyes.

No one in the classroom said anything until a while later, someone dared to stand up, sighing and lamenting. They truly felt that being a teacher was not that easy, it was a difficult job just like any other profession.

The judges behind him seemed to be discussing fiercely, and their faces were not looking good. Lou Yu frowned, tore off the entire sheet of paper he had written on, and left the judges alone.

The labor reform officer asked the boys to move the judges' chairs back.

The students felt regretful and thought that this might be the last time they would see that teacher.

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Tong Yao came back from the printing room, holding this week's test paper in her arms. When she passed the laboratory on the third floor, she suddenly heard a slight cry.

The laboratory floor was inside the teaching building where there was no sunlight. There was usually no light and the entire corridor was dark. She paused, retracted her steps to go upstairs, took a look, and found a sobbing woman.

...It's really creepy.

Considering that the other person was also wearing an OL uniform, she judged that he was a teacher. He looked young and should be a teacher who was made to cry by his students.

She came closer and whispered:

"are you OK?"

Lou Huan choked, raised his head, and saw the tissue in front of him.

"Are you our first-year high school teacher? I don't think I've ever seen you before." Tong Yao asked with a smile, holding the test paper in one hand.

"Thank you..." Lou Huan said softly, "I'm here to try teaching."

"New teacher? Welcome." Tong Yao raised her thigh and propped up the test paper that was about to fall. "Did you encounter any difficulties?"

——She is so beautiful.

Lou Huan thought blankly. She wiped her tears and said, "It's okay, it's my own problem."

"Is that so..." Tong Yao thought, "It doesn't matter. If I don't perform well this time, there will be next time. No. 1 Middle School will give new teachers two chances. What do you teach?"

Lou Huan whispered: "English."

"English? No wonder." Tong Yao suddenly remembered what Lu Bingjie said, "English teachers are all pretty and fashionable."

"No way," Lou Huan bit her lip, "I think... you look better."

"No, no, no, you look better."

"You look better."

"Well, I look better." Tong Yao spread out one hand and smiled.

"Pfft." Lou Huan also laughed, her accent had a bit of a Hong Kong or Taiwan accent, "What do you teach?"

"Mathematics, sophomore year."

"That's amazing." Lou Huan was not good at math, so he had a special respect for math. "How long have you been in this field?"

“Well…” Tong Yao felt a little embarrassed when talking about her teaching experience. She acted like an old senior, but who knew that she was actually a newbie?

She said honestly, "…half a year."

Lou Huan's eyes widened: "Then, how old are you? I, I'm 22..."

Tong Yao cherished her rare opportunity to show off. She coughed and said modestly:

"Almost nineteen."

Sure enough, the other party's expression was full of disbelief.

"Are you a child prodigy?" Lou Huan asked.

Hearing this name, Tong Yao was silent for a moment.

When she was in high school, because of her good grades, some people called her a child prodigy, and some people called her the other way around. It doesn't matter what you call her. But when she went to college, this nickname became less friendly.

"I made the PPT, but when I opened it in the classroom, the format was messed up." Lou Huan said disappointedly.

"Maybe it's a version problem? Or maybe you used Keynote and didn't convert the format? The version our school uses is relatively old." Tong Yao guessed.

Lou Huan wiped away her tears, thinking:

"you're right."

"It's good to find the reason," Tong Yao said, holding the test paper. "I have something else to do, so I'll go upstairs first. You just got here, so if you have any questions, you can ask me. My office is upstairs."

"Yeah," Lou Huan nodded, "Okay."

When the person walked away, she suddenly realized that she had not asked his name.

Fortunately, I know the location of her office.

No one doesn't like beautiful things.

I want to get close to it, I want to possess it. It’s like someone who has run out of data discovering wifi.

But some people are not wifi.

It’s someone else’s hot spot.

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"Teacher Tong!"

Ruan Qian held the homework that she had collected today and piled it up as high as a hill. It looked so high that one might be afraid that it would collapse.

"Slow down, slow down," Tong Yao cleared the table, "be careful not to fall."

"Hey." The little girl put down her heavy homework. Tong Yao noticed that she was carrying a bag and wondered: "Why are you carrying a bag?"

Ruan Qian turned around and saw that Laogai was not there, so she opened her schoolbag and took out a cup of milk tea:

"I brought it for Teacher Tong."

Students are not allowed to bring milk tea and canned drinks into the school.

Tong Yao was stunned: "Where did you buy it?"

"I asked a day student to bring it in for me," the little girl whispered, "Teacher Tong, I didn't use your work badge."

I didn't expect Ruanruan still remembered the incident of leaving school illegally. Tong Yao curled her lips and pushed the milk tea back:

"Drink it yourself, teacher doesn't need it."

"I brought it specially for Teacher Tong." The little girl said aggrievedly, "I don't want to drink it."

Tong Yao was helpless. She really loved milk tea, but it was a bit unreasonable to ask students to buy her milk tea. She was familiar with the milk tea shop at the school gate. A cup of milk tea cost 15 yuan, and only those students with enough pocket money could drink it regularly.

But after all, it is a soft and thoughtful gesture.

"Then I'll drink it," she said, "Don't waste your money next time."

"Uh-huh!"

She inserted the straw and began to correct the homework. The bell for evening self-study rang, but Ruan Qian did not leave. She looked at the empty office. Other teachers had gone to evening self-study, so she sat on a chair nearby and watched Tong Yao correct the homework carefully.

"Why don't you go back to the classroom?" Tong Yao said without even looking up, "Have you finished your homework?"

"No." The little girl said in a low voice, "I'll write it later."

"Why don't you leave?"

"Because I want to accompany Teacher Tong." Ruan Qian said boldly when there was no one else to talk to.

Tong Yao looked up cautiously, and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that no one was around. She turned to the little girl and tapped her nose:

"You want me to accompany you?"

The exposed little girl blushed and snorted in embarrassment.

"You can only stay for a while." Tong Yao smiled, "Otherwise it will affect your studies."

Ruan Qian didn't say anything, but her puffed cheeks showed that she was reluctant.

Tong Yao sighed secretly, thinking that it was right not to confirm the relationship with the little girl. After all, she was an immature child and could not balance feelings and studies well.

If their self-control ability was worse, they might both be partying every night and never want to leave.

Ruan Qian sat closer, resting her head on the table, and looked at Tong Yao sideways. She wanted to get Teacher Tong's attention, but was afraid of disturbing and affecting the teacher's work. Only when she saw Teacher Tong drinking the milk tea she gave her did she feel a little comforted and satisfied.

"I shouldn't have chosen you as the class representative," Tong Yao suddenly said, "You come to me every day after class under the pretext of work. You must have wasted a lot of time, right?"

"Ah?" Ruan Qian was stunned.

"Your homework isn't as good as before." Tong Yao shook the exercise book in her hand, on which was written "Ruan Qian".

If the math homework that I took the most seriously turned out like this, you can imagine what the other subjects will be like.

Ruan Qian lowered her head and spoke in a barely perceptible voice:

"It's a bit rushed..."

"You've been fishing for a whole semester, don't let the nets dry out now." Tong Yao said softly, "If you can't withdraw because of me, I will blame myself. But what's more important is your own future. Have you forgotten what I said? I will wait for you, and before that, you study hard."

"...... Yeah." Ruan Qian lowered her eyes. She knew that Teacher Tong was right, but as Teacher Tong became the head teacher, her sense of crisis became stronger and stronger. It was like when someone else connected to the wifi, her internet speed also slowed down.

"How about this," Tong Yao didn't know where the impulse came from, "Let's make a deal. You just act like a normal class representative and are not allowed to come to me after class. On the day of graduation, I'll give you an hour...you can do whatever you want."

As soon as the words came out, both of them were stunned.

Her heart skipped a beat—nursery rhyme, do you know what you're talking about?