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

"Yes, Teacher Tong, come here too!" Suddenly, more people started to make a noise, "Teacher Tong, stand here with me!"

Fortunately, there were no other subject teachers around, otherwise they would have been so jealous that they would have beaten these heartless kids to death.

The students in Class 1 were really upset - Why should our head teacher take a photo with you? A few boys shouted "No" to build momentum, but the voices on the other side were obviously louder.

Tong Yao covered her face. The whole grade was here, all looking at her. What a shame.

Ye Wei, who was directing the class nearby, smiled and said, "Teacher Tong, please come over here."

Tong Yao felt helpless yet warm in her heart. She walked to the side of Class 7's team, rolled her eyes at the group of kids who were making a fuss, and began to think about where she should stand.

She saw Ruan Qian standing on the far right of the second row of girls, and their eyes met. The little girl blushed and wanted to speak, but the boy behind her had already shouted for her:

"Teacher Tong, Ruan Qian is here!"

Tong Yao smiled, walked over, and stood beside Ruan Ruan. She found that the little girl's body was trembling slightly, and her cheeks were as red as cherry blossoms in March. There was no photo of them together, which seemed to be the first time.

Thinking of this, she leaned closer to the little girl. The photographer adjusted the camera and began to capture the details of the students' expressions. This expression was too stiff, and that expression was too rampant. Tong Yao posed for a long time, and suddenly felt something touching her fingertips.

She turned her head in surprise, and then her hand was held by a pair of equally soft hands. The little girl looked at the photographer with a blushing face, obviously trying to deceive him. Tong Yao secretly pulled her hand away, but she didn't pull it out yet.

She didn't dare to make any big movements, otherwise she would be seen by the people behind her. But she found desperately that the people behind her seemed to have seen it, and several boys were laughing quietly, and her face suddenly became red.

Fortunately, she herself is not very old, and the students all think that this is a relationship between besties or sisters. As for yuri, it is all a joke. Many girls boldly promote danmei, but in reality, few boys are embarrassed to say that they like yuri.

"What's one plus six?" the photographer shouted.

"seven!"

Everyone's lips curled up subconsciously. Tong Yao felt her hand was burned. After taking the photo, everyone dispersed. She immediately "pulled" her hand out and walked towards Class 1 with her head down. Ruan Qian knew that she had done something bad, so she followed her honestly, all the way to Class 1, attracting a group of suspicious looks.

——Why are you from Class 7 coming here?

Tong Yao was embarrassed: "Don't follow me."

Ruan Qian was stunned and whispered: "Oh." Then she took a small step back.

"No, I'm not chasing you away." Tong Yao herself was confused. She stroked her hair and said shyly, "It's just that, next time... don't do this."

The little girl bowed her head and responded. When she raised her head again, she said in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"Then...what should I do if I want to hold hands with Teacher Tong?"

Tong Yao was confused. How could this child's thinking be different from hers? Shouldn't she answer "I was wrong. I will never do that again next time"?

After a while, she said mercilessly: "Then just bear with it and don't hold it."

She couldn't keep being tricked by this kid. The little guy was young, but he had a lot of tricks. He was as cunning as a little fox, and also as cute as a little fox.

At this moment, Ruan Qian was thinking that when that hour comes more than a year later, she must, must, hold this hand and hold it tightly, and never let go no matter what happens.

Everything she wanted would come true that day.

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Although the destination of the trip is the Martyrs Park, after several years of development, the park has long been managed into a comprehensive park. You can commemorate the martyrs one foot and go to the amusement park the next foot. The area is also large, so you will never repeat yourself in a day.

"Everyone, feel free to do whatever you want." After finishing the process, Tong Yao said, "Gather at the park gate at 5pm. We'll take the bus back at 5:30pm."

"Oh!" Everyone cheered. The girls formed small groups, while the boys were divided into two factions. One group went to the amusement park, and the other group took out a black cardboard box, shouted "Come here if you want to play Three Kingdoms Kill", and took a bunch of people away.

Tong Yao looked around, but didn't see any other classes. She didn't know where the labor reform had taken Class 7. She walked on the gravel road in the woods, feeling bored and lost. There was a pavilion in front of her, and a group of boys were gathered there. They were from Class 7, and they had the same Three Kingdoms game spread out on the stone chairs.

"Teacher Tong!" A boy noticed her and looked nervous.

"Are you afraid that I will confiscate your cards?" she said with a smile.

The boys patted their heads. Ever since Teacher Tong became the head teacher, they have been more respectful: "Hey, Teacher Li doesn't allow us to bring... Teacher Tong, do you want to play with us?"

The boys started shouting, it was much more fun to play cards with a beautiful sister than with a bunch of rough guys!

"Forget it, I don't know how to fight." Tong Yao waved her hand, "By the way, are all the students in your class nearby?"

"Teacher, I saw Ruan Qian go to the lake." a boy shouted.

Tong Yao was embarrassed and glared at the boy:

"Don't talk nonsense, I have something to talk to her about."

Why not just ask the girl where she is on WeChat?

Because that would make me seem too proactive, as if I really need someone's company.

So, she chose "chance encounter".

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The lake in the park is not very clear, with cans and plastic bags floating on the water, but there are trees nearby and the scenery is beautiful. The rising lake water wets the mud on the shore, and when you walk to the bridge, you can vaguely see small red fish.

Ruan Qian found a stone block, put a newspaper on it, sat down, and took out a sketchbook and a pencil from her bag to practice sketching. She faced the lake, not because she wanted to paint, but because she felt it was very quiet. She liked flying birds, boats, and water waves. The slightest movement behind her could no longer disturb her.

She sharpened the pencil several times as she wrote stroke by stroke. The breeze blew through her braids. She brushed off the pencil shavings and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Did you finish the painting?"

Like a cat in a stress reaction, the little girl was so scared that she threw the album away, and it fell at the junction of mud and lake water. Tong Yao hurried over to pick it up, but it was too late. Most of the album was soaked by water. Being unusable was secondary. The important thing was that this was the little girl's comic diary, and those bits and pieces of life were eventually soaked by the lake water, becoming wrinkled and fragile.

Tong Yao held the picture book and said dryly:

"Yes...I'm sorry."

"fine."

The little girl pursed her lips, took the album, and carefully turned the pages, but some of the pages were already stuck together and could not be separated. The traces of the pictures that could still be seen were scattered, the characters were deformed, and the scraps of paper looked like mud rubbed out of the body when taking a bath.

"Sorry, I just wanted to scare you..." Tong Yao felt guilty, "Can it heal a little if I expose it to the sun?"

The little girl held the picture album and shook her head. What responded to her was a brilliant smile:

"Teacher Tong, don't blame yourself. They were all bad paintings I drew in the past. Now that they are gone, they are gone."

"But... that's also your important memory." Tong Yao knew the little girl was comforting her, but she knew very well how sad Ruanruan was for losing the album. She herself was a person who valued memories. When she was a child, she was strong and had only one place in the first grade class. She was the first to join the Young Pioneers. The red scarf looked shameful now, but she was absolutely reluctant to throw it away.

"That's not important." Ruan Qian said seriously, "Before I met Teacher Tong, painting was a struggle and confusion for me. I didn't know what to do in the future. But since I met Teacher Tong..."

She stood up without knowing when, staring into Tong Yao's eyes. They rarely had a heart-to-heart communication, and usually expressed it through intimacy such as hugging, but that was not enough. She wanted to speak out and let Teacher Tong know her true feelings:

"After meeting Teacher Tong, painting became my dream. Teacher Tong is my motivation."

Those pasts full of suffering, those past events that made her sink——

She didn't miss it.

Yu Hua said that suffering is not worth pursuing, and that one should temper one's will because suffering cannot be avoided.

If we could choose happiness, there would be no sadness in the world.

"I am very happy to be with Teacher Tong. I just want to keep these memories because...they are my most important memories."

“I want this memory to last forever.”

Sincere words, warm heart, scorching eyes.

It was like a firework blooming in my heart, and the nursery rhyme was like a shot-down goose, falling into the palm of a beauty's hand.

She couldn't resist such sincere emotions. Seeing the little girl standing in front of her, she actually...

I kind of want to kiss you.

Although they still have a long way to go and the wait still has to continue, but facing such softness, she feels that... she can also make some response.

Maybe indulge once in a while.

"Soft...

"Close your eyes for a moment."

Chapter 100: Love Song in Paradise

Ruan Qian was stunned for a moment, then immediately closed her eyes.

Tong Yao approached silently, and looking at the little girl so close to him, his troubled heart slowly calmed down.

The child was sometimes naughty, but mostly very well behaved and listened to her. She didn't feel that she had paid a lot, she just felt that the child was a gift from God.

Slowly, she quietly pressed her lips.

Her kiss was subtle and superficial. When she extended her tongue, she felt as if she was burned, like a little snake retreating into its cave. She took a step back and the two of them separated, as briefly as a shooting star.

Ruan Qian opened her eyes, and like a kitten whose bowl was taken away when it was halfway through eating, she looked at Tong Yao, holding her hand, her pleading in her eyes evident.

Tong Yao's face was hot, to be honest, she also thought that her kiss was lousy, leaving both of them unsatisfied. But with her personality, she would definitely not take the initiative to kiss a second time, so when the little girl came close and her body was almost touching her, she rarely resisted.

With her tacit consent, the little girl's kiss invaded her. The entanglement of perfect harmony made her mind go blank. She forgot how to breathe and her identity as a teacher, and let herself be taken.

Finally, both of them were satisfied. She lowered her head and wiped her wet lips. As her reasoning returned, she felt more and more ashamed of what had just happened.

"Um, the album..." Tong Yao tried to change the subject, "I'll help you recover it."

The little girl smiled with dimples and said, "No, there is my secret in it."

"What secret?" Tong Yao asked depressedly.

“This is my diary.”

She had to hide her thoughts about Teacher Tong and the fantasies that the little man with the character "soft" had about the little man with the character "Tong".

When can I show it to Teacher Tong?

It will be almost done once everything is finalized.

She held the picture book and said, "Teacher Tong, shall we go to the amusement park?"

amusement park?

Tong Yao actually likes amusement parks quite a lot, but she never had a relationship in her previous life, and she never went there with anyone after she grew up. And in this life... she has never been there once, not because she doesn't have time or doesn't like it, but because the amusement park doesn't mean as much to her as it does to other children.

She prefers reading.

But today, she rounded it off and could be considered as accompanying her girlfriend.

"Okay," she said.

The Martyrs Park has a wide range of recreational facilities. Although tickets are free, the prices are not low. As soon as you enter the entertainment area, you can see the pirate ship and Arabian flying carpet that look like swings in the air, as well as cheers and screams floating in the sky.

Tong Yao's gaze turned to a man who was blowing up balloons. Twenty rounds for ten dollars - no man's heart can resist the temptation of a gun, and she was no exception even if she became a girl. When she was a child, she felt secretly happy every time she burst a balloon. She had been a good girl for so many years, and now, that lost dream of a gun fight was rekindled in her heart.

"Let me play that one." She pointed sheepishly.

Ruan Qian was stunned, looked over, and was surprised. Teacher Tong likes to play those street stall games?

Seeing the surprised look on the little girl's face, Tong Yao curled her lips and said, "I also like go-karts and bumper cars. What do you think I like?"

Guns are men's romance, racing is also men's romance. Except for women, everything is men's romance.

The little girl whispered, "I thought Teacher Tong liked the carousel."

Nursery rhyme: "..."

Ruan Qian: "The young ladies in TV dramas all like carousels. Once they sit on them, they are conquered."

Moreover, it is accompanied by some particularly pretentious words, such as "the cruelest game" and "close to each other but unable to touch each other".

"Little brat." Tong Yao was too lazy to complain. After paying the money, he raised the gun and said, "Watch out, I'm very accurate."

The little girl held her breath and concentrated.

The gun, black and yellow, imitated the traditional Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, and had a plastic bayonet on the front. A gunshot rang out, and a balloon exploded. Tong Yao looked at the little girl proudly, waiting for praise.

As a result, Ruan Qian said: "With so many balloons, we can just shoot them and burst them, right?"

"No, this requires technology!"

"Then I'll appoint one. Teacher Tong, hit the second balloon in the fifth row. If you hit it, it will prove that it wasn't a fluke."

"it is good!"

Tong Yao was full of confidence, and she had just popped a balloon and was already inflated like a balloon. But soon, her face changed.

Why is this bolt so hard to pull?

The guns in the amusement park are of poor quality. It was difficult to pull them when the boys were there before, and now she... can't she pull them anymore?