Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

"Your son is so popular!"

Jian Yan was infected by these children and was in a surprisingly good mood. He poked Tong Ruixiao's arm and laughed so hard that he fell over.

He glanced at the part that was poked, suppressed the tense feeling, and stopped at her face, pretending not to know: "Isn't it good to be welcomed?"

She couldn't help but laugh, "Of course! I feel so proud to hear that they like Xiao Mu so much."

"Parents all want their children to be liked, and that never changes."

He hummed, his eyes softening unconsciously.

The boy was wearing the most ordinary blue school uniform, but he was the most eye-catching one because he was very famous in the school.

How much of this fame is due to his appearance, how much is due to his background, and how much is due to his own excellence? It is unknown.

Tong Ruixiao actually doesn't want Tong Huaimu to be popular too early.

When reputation and strength do not match, one will only stumble in the future. There is some truth in the saying "Shang Zhongyong".

The cheers did not stop until Tong Huaimu's square formation had finished marching.

Jian Yan remembered something again and asked the man next to her with interest, "Xiao Mu looks a lot like you. Were you also so popular in middle school?"

This question caught Tong Ruixiao off guard.

He thought about it carefully and said, "Probably not."

He had never experienced this kind of flattery when he was young. It was only after he had some success in business that he began to experience similar tendencies.

Jian Yan exclaimed in disbelief, and looked at his face carefully. He had a handsome face. Wasn't he popular at that time?

"That shouldn't be the case. Could it be that people back then and people now like different types of people?"

“It’s only been over 20 years, and so much has changed.”

Her last sentence was a soliloquy, but to him it sounded like she was talking about how old he was.

Tong Ruixiao pursed her lips, and the words in her throat were stuck as if a piece of cotton was stuffed in it.

Age is a gap that cannot be crossed.

No matter how well he takes care of himself or how much he doesn't want to face it, he has to admit that he is no longer young.

After going through countless hardships, I have already stepped half a foot into middle age.

But she is still young...

Just thinking about it brings up an indescribable bitterness in my heart.

After calming down, he answered her question, "Every era has its own preferences. When I was young, I was skinny and frail, and I wasn't a popular type."

"Plus, my mother is the head teacher and is very strict with the students. As her child, it's natural that I would be hated and resented because of this."

"Well, maybe it's because Xiao Mu is mixed-blood? He's more recognizable."

She thought about it carefully. Although Tong Ruixiao had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, he did not have any particularly alluring exotic charm.

Tong Huaimu has three-dimensional facial features, good genes, fair skin, and an androgynous beauty, like a porcelain doll. He will be more popular with high school girls.

I couldn't help but think about what his biological mother looked like, "His mother must be a very beautiful foreign woman."

Tong Ruixiao put on that unfathomable smile again, "You are good at praising people."

She smiled back, "The truth."

He turned his head to watch the opening ceremony, but frowned subtly.

——He shouldn't have reacted like this.

When a normal person hears someone praising someone they know, shouldn’t they respond with “She’s really beautiful” or something related?

Whether it is nostalgia, sadness, or forgetfulness, there will be emotional fluctuations!

At the very least, you should have the look of recalling the scene, right?

But Tong Ruixiao didn't recall anything at all. Instead, he focused on her and said that she was good at praising people.

Creepy.

It seemed as if he didn't care about his wife, and it seemed as if he was unfamiliar with her.

Or, he simply didn't remember what his wife looked like...

That's why when you hear a topic about that person, you subconsciously shift your focus to the speaker.

Can……

What kind of person can't even remember what his wife looks like? They both had a child!

Jane Yan got goose bumps on her arms.

The sun was shining brightly, but I felt a chill behind me.

The opening ceremony is over.

The cheerleading group performed on the stage. Boys and girls in long pants held bouquets and danced to the music.

The female principal led the school leaders on the stage to dance together. She was approachable and integrated well with the students, which brought thunderous applause and cheers.

Principals who are always close to students are very popular.

After the cheerleading, the host announced the official start of the sports meeting.

The first is track and field events, including sprints, middle and long distance running, relays, jumping events, and throwing events;

The second event is ball games, including basketball, football, table tennis, and volleyball;

Others include skipping rope, pull-ups and tug-of-war.

It integrates most of the physical performances to stimulate students' sports potential and passion.

When the project started, the playground was surrounded by spectators, including students and parents.

Many children ran off the stage and crowded to the edge of the playground to cheer for their friends or classmates, holding bottles of mineral water distributed by volunteer teachers from the school, waiting to be drunk after the game.

The sprinting students crouched down to prepare, and as soon as the gun went off, they ran out quickly, throwing away everything and focusing only on the finish line.

A girl rushed to the finish line.

Friends waiting at the finish line cheered for her.

Finally, the results were announced on the radio: "Women's 11.9 meters, first place seconds..."

"Wow!"

Suddenly, cheers shook the sky.

The host introduced: "Next is the 1,200-meter race. The athletes are Tong Huaimu from Class 3 of Senior 1, and Class 7 of Senior 1..."

Hearing the familiar name, Jane Yan's heart skipped a beat.

She couldn't help but stand up and go to the crowd, and saw Tong Huaimu among the dozen or so boys participating in the competition.

The boy looked into the distance as if he was looking for something, a little anxious. When he saw her standing so close to him, he was surprised for a moment, and then his eyes felt settled.

Jian Yan smiled and said, "Come on!"

I don’t know if he heard it.

All I know is that after the gunshot, more than a dozen boys rushed out like arrows from a bow.

Tong Huaimu's speed was moderate. He did not rush to the front at the beginning. His steps were quick and powerful, and he maintained a steady rhythm.

This is the speed that can sustain until the end, Jian Yan thought.

But because the other students are athletes, it is still very stressful.

"Come on, Master Tong! Come on!"

"Wow, wow, wow, it's over!"

"As expected, he's the handsome guy I like! So handsome!"

Wave after wave of encouragement drowned out her thoughts. She had originally just wanted to wait for him, but she also became nervous along with them.

When you are in a certain environment, you will be unconsciously influenced by it.

In the first lap, Tong Huaimu and the others were running at the same speed and were very steady. No one could tell who was stronger, as if they all agreed.

By the second lap, someone secretly made an effort and surpassed him. The cheers from the audience gradually became quieter, and everyone was talking about Tong Huaimu.