Chapter 025 Longevity Association [02] Maintain Mo Qing and trace history
Jiang Qiyi naturally noticed Mo Qing.
"Don't get me wrong, I just can't stand them doing such immoral things." Jiang Qiyi looked arrogant, raised his chin, and said rather arrogantly.
After finishing speaking, he glanced at Mo Qing out of the corner of his eye. Seeing the calm and indifferent look on Mo Qing's face, he cleared his throat and said, "Besides, I really fucking admire your courage."
This is on two levels.
One is that Mo Qing actually had the courage to pretend to be Wen Yingxue and openly act as the eldest daughter of the Mo family.
Second, after the truth was revealed, Mo Qing still dared to show up at school with his head held high.
"You're welcome." Mo Qing said.
"Compared to Wen Yingxue, who is secretive, I appreciate your openness more." Jiang Qiyi stated his position, paused, and rubbed the tip of his nose with his finger, "Don't worry, I will protect you from now on.
"
Mo Qing glanced at him and answered: "Give me your life?"
"Fuck!" Jiang Qiyi was so irritable that he cursed and dug his toes on the ground in embarrassment. He almost jumped up. "If you mention this to me again, I'm not done with you!"
He put down his cruel words, rubbed the goosebumps on his arms, and disappeared as if he was running away.
Mo Qing smiled faintly.
She waited two minutes before entering the classroom. When she entered the classroom, the atmosphere inside was so quiet that it was a bit strange. Some people looked at her from the corner of their eyes, but no one dared to tease or ridicule her.
after all--
Jiang Qiyi was heckled when he entered the classroom, so he simply said in advance: "Whoever has trouble with Mo Qing in the future will have trouble with me. Don't get involved in our family's affairs, and don't bring trouble to yourself."
*
As a class teacher at a century-old prestigious school and a non-staff member of the Eighth Base, Song Yiyuan had been worried about Mo Qing for a long time.
He learned that the students were enjoying themselves with ink painting, and he also heard about the atmosphere of public opinion. He was a little worried at first, but during class, he found that the students cared more about studying and taking exams, so he felt relieved.
——They are worthy of being a century-old prestigious school.
Song Yiyuan's Chinese class in Class 7 was scheduled for the fourth period in the morning. He planned to finish a set of test papers, but when he turned around to write a few words on the blackboard, Mo Qing disappeared.
He didn't wait until Mo Qing came back. He waited until after class and searched everywhere but couldn't find Mo Qing.
She was hesitating whether to tell Hoss, but as soon as she stepped into the office door, she saw Mo Qing sitting with Teacher Zhang, who taught history. Mo Qing quietly listened to Teacher Zhang talk about a certain figure in modern history.
Song Yiyuan was dumbfounded. He leaned over to feel his presence: "I wonder if I teach a science class?"
Teacher Zhang glanced at him: "You are."
"Then what are you doing?" Song Yiyuan was very upset. He pointed at Teacher Zhang and asked Mo Qing, "Are you skipping my class just to listen to his nonsense?"
"Teacher Song, shouldn't we encourage students to seek knowledge and study?" Teacher Zhang asked politely, and then defended, "Besides, history is not nonsense."
Song Yiyuan was furious: "But she doesn't have to study history!"
Teacher Zhang said: "Everyone should remember history, otherwise they will always think that good days fall from the sky."
Song Yiyuan still wanted to argue with Teacher Zhang, but Mo Qing stared at him and he had to shut up angrily.
After he was quiet, Mo Qing continued to ask Teacher Zhang: "Is there no record of the Battle of Pingcheng in history?"
"I don't know where you saw it. I have never heard of this battle in the history I know." Teacher Zhang thought for a while, "Well, my mentor - he specializes in modern history.
He is now retired and sometimes answers students’ questions online. If you are interested, I can give you his email address and you can send him an email to inquire."
Mo Qing nodded: "Okay."
Teacher Zhang quickly wrote down a list of email addresses, tore off the note and handed it to Mo Qing.
"As for the person you are talking about -" Teacher Zhang paused for a moment, raised his hand to push up his glasses, "I'm sorry, I haven't seen any records. History has been screened, and only those whose names can really be recorded
, it’s really too little.”
"Um."
Mo Qing accepted the note and deserved to be calm.
Here, Song Yiyuan listened to their conversation and felt something was wrong. He waited patiently for them to finish talking, and then quickly pulled Mo Qing out of the office and to a secluded corner.
"What are you checking?" Song Yiyuan asked vigilantly.
Mo Qing said: "An old friend."
Song Yiyuan opened his mouth and wanted to say, "Shouldn't all your old friends be dead? No matter how much you check, it's useless. Just look at it." But thinking about it was too unfeeling. After thinking about his words, he said, "My condolences."
Mo Qingliang glanced at him.
"Why did you skip my class?" Song Yiyuan was sour again, "I want to ask about an old friend, can't I ask after class?"
"I don't like Chinese."
Song Yiyuan was extremely mentally unbalanced and muttered: "Why is Chinese language hindering you..."
"Reading question."
"What's wrong with the reading question?" Song Yiyuan thought of Mo Qing's answer, "You didn't write anything on the entire test paper, so you called him a scumbag! If I hadn't read your handwriting beautifully, I wouldn't have given you a single point.
!”
Mo Qing sneered: "A man who made his fortune from women, flirts with women outside and bullies his wife and daughter at home. How can he pretend to write a few articles in memory of his deceased wife and become what you call a peerless good man?"
"..."
Song Yiyuan:=0=Bagua loves me, I love Bagua.
Song Yiyuan coughed pretending to be serious and said seriously: "You haven't had lunch yet? I invite you to have a good discussion about the private life of this scumbag you mentioned."
Mo Qing: "..."
*
Huichun Pavilion.
It is still a medical clinic with no customers. It is desolate and deserted. The lobby is filled with a faint fragrance of medicine. Every item has its own place and is neat and clean.
Min Chang was sorting out the account books at the front desk. When he heard Mo Qing's words, he raised his head in surprise: "Learn to use a computer?"
"Um."
"do what?"
"write e-mail."
Min Chang was silent for a moment and said, "Wait a moment."
He went upstairs, and when he came down again, he had a laptop in his hand: "The one at the front desk is a desktop computer, it's a few years old. It's easy to carry around if you use this."
Mo Qing had no objection.
Min Chang set down his laptop in an area at the front desk, turned it on, and explained every step to Mo Qing, demonstrating the basic operations and the process of writing emails.
"knew."
Mo Qing held up the laptop screen, adjusted its orientation, and then sat down in front of the computer.
Min Chang was stunned when he saw her skillful operation of registering an email address: "You have learned this before, right?"
Mo Qing looked at him: "Is it difficult?"
Thinking of his grandfather poking at the keys one by one on the senior phone, Min Chang's expression felt a little strange. But thinking about how well Mo Qing had mastered the phone, he felt relieved.
There are many strange things about her.
Just one or two pieces.
Mo Qing was playing on the computer while Min Chang continued to organize the account books.
After a long while, Min Chang suddenly asked: "Do you have somewhere to go now?"
"have."
"oh."
Min Chang rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers and said nothing.
Not long after, he received a call. After hanging up, he said to Mo Qing, "I'm going out."
"Um."
Mo Qing's whole mind was on emails.
Min Chang had not left for long when someone suddenly came in.
A girl wearing the uniform of the No. 1 High School Affiliated came in.
After seeing Mo Qing, the girl looked quite surprised, and then mocked: "Aren't you the fake daughter who pretended to be a fake girl? Why are you in Min Chang's hospital?"
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Qaq, Mo Qing and Jiang Ke are all people who voluntarily chose to be erased from history.
