Chapter 004 Number 909 [04] Peace and prosperity, as you wish
After wandering around for a day, Mo Qing was sent back by Hoss around nine o'clock.
Returning to the living room, Mo Qing immediately saw Jiang Ke sitting on the sofa reading a book. Neither Mrs. Mo nor Mo Sui'an was there.
"Where have you gone?"
With a slight lift of his fingers, Jiang Ke closed the book, his voice was deep, and he raised his eyes and looked over, his aura calm and intimidating.
“One day trip to the city.”
Mo Qing held the book and carried the bag, and walked over. Under the dark blue denim shorts, two straight and slender legs were fair and eye-catching.
She is calm and unhurried, her posture is leisurely, there is no trace of fear, and she is cautious.
"With whom?"
"Huos." Mo Qing put down the shopping bag, sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, leaned forward, raised his slender arms slightly, took the strawberry on the coffee table and took a bite, "Give it to me.
The policemen who returned to the Mo family."
Rather sincere.
But which kind-hearted policeman would arrange a good school for you and buy you so many things?
Putting the book on the coffee table, Jiang Ke glanced at the shopping bag intentionally or unintentionally, and asked in a deep voice: "What did you buy?"
"clothing."
"Who paid for it?"
"Hoss."
Mo Qing replied calmly.
Jiang Ke looked for guilt, nervousness, and shame on her face, but he saw nothing, only her frankness and fearlessness. So, he took a deep breath and took out a black card from his wallet.
He held the black card and handed it over: "In the future, I will spend money on this card."
"Why?"
Today, Hoss taught Mo Qing about payment methods. Mo Qing knew that there was a bank card. She took the black card and turned it over to study, looking very interested.
But there is no trace of greed.
"I am your elder, so I should give you money." Jiang Ke's dark eyes were heavy and his meaning was unclear. He said nonsense that even he did not believe. "He is not related to you, so you can't spend her money."
"elder?"
Mo Qing paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on his brows.
Familiar yet strange.
After a while, Mo Qing held Heika's finger and shook it gently: "Okay."
After eating some more fruit, Mo Qing picked up his book and shopping bag and went upstairs.
Jiang Ke looked at her slender back, his eyebrows moved, and he suddenly realized something.
wrong.
He obviously wanted to educate her, but why not only did he not say a harsh word, but he also gave her a card?
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The books that Hoss found for Mo Qing were all basic and introductory, but very useful and much more useful than the fragmentary knowledge found on the Internet.
After Mo Qing returned to her room, she took a shower, then took a book and sat at the desk to read.
When you look at it, you can see the deep night.
After reading a book, Mo Qing felt sleepy. He squinted his eyes slightly, got up and walked to the balcony. The cool night breeze blew over his face and lifted the ends of his hair, making him feel a bit comfortable and lazy.
Under the night, the lights are scattered and peaceful.
Times advanced a hundred years, and the devastated city took on a new look. On this day, she saw people living and working in peace and contentment, happy and healthy, she saw the advancement of science and technology, making things more convenient for the people, she saw the past being forgotten, and history being dusted.
She was born of war and slept of peace.
The times didn't need her, so why did she wake up?
——"Mo Qing, I hope you will be born in a peaceful and prosperous era. In that era, no one will give you any mission. You don't need to hold a gun or use a knife. The society is diverse, tolerant and free, with different races and cultures.
Thoughts can coexist, and no one will treat you with prejudice, discrimination, or dissent. You will be a living person and one of our kind."
The moonlight poured down like a veil, and Mo Qing looked up at the sky.
The mountains and rivers remain the same.
Changing times.
She has witnessed an era when corpses littered the fields, wars raged, and people were in dire straits. Everything has become a dream. Now, she will witness whether the new era he described is what they expected.
…
Because he went to bed late, it was already three o'clock in the morning when Mo Qing woke up.
Mrs. Mo was afraid of her and didn't let anyone wake her up.
When Mo Qing went downstairs, she met Mrs. Mo who happened to be going out. Mrs. Mo glanced at her and paused slightly.
"The driver has already taken Sui'an to school." Mrs. Mo said calmly, keeping aloof and distant, "I have something to do when I go out, so I don't have time. You can take the car there yourself."
She deliberately didn't mention giving Mo Qing living expenses.
No matter how talented Mo Qing is, in the final analysis, she is just a middle school student. Without financial resources, how can Mo Qing fight with her? When Mo Qing gets into trouble for money, that's when she regains the dignity of her elders.
"Um."
Mo Qing responded casually, with a touch of arrogance lingering in his eyebrows, giving a feeling of "I approved".
It looked like Mrs. Mo was reporting something to her.
"..."
Mrs. Mo was almost vomited to death.
She deliberately delayed on her way out, waiting for Mo Qing to worry about school fees, travel, registration, etc., and then turn to her for help. However, she waited for a long time only to see Mo Qing leisurely eating breakfast, and she almost had a heart attack from anger.
Children who grew up herding sheep are really empty-headed and can’t think of anything!
After Mrs. Mo left, Mo Qing ate breakfast slowly, then slowly walked out of the door under the vigilant gaze of Yang Ma, used her mobile phone to book a car, and headed to the No. 1 High School Affiliated.
at the same time.
Song Yiyuan, the head teacher of Class 7, Grade 3 of the First Affiliated High School, was sitting in the office picking at the table.
He clearly has a handsome and charming face, but at this moment he is staring at a middle-aged teacher with a wrinkled face and a big belly, his eyes full of envy, jealousy and hatred.
"……Ha ha."
The middle-aged teacher took a sip of tea and looked at the test paper in his hand. He couldn't hold back his laughter and burst into laughter.
Song Yiyuan slapped the table: "Teacher Li, you are so happy that it is too much to say that you are happy!"
"Haha." When the middle-aged teacher saw that he had challenged him, he finally stopped holding it in and persuaded him hypocritically after having fun, "Teacher Xiao Song, don't get into a fight. There is a student with excellent academic performance transferred from our school. He is a
That’s a good thing. It doesn’t matter which class you’re placed in.”
Song Yiyuan: "..."
I bother!
You are all obstacles on my way to being rated as a special teacher!
"Besides, didn't the school place another transfer student in your class?" the middle-aged teacher smiled like a flower, "I'm sure her grades will be better."
"she--"
Song Yiyuan grinds his teeth.
This year, two students will transfer into our senior year of high school.
One named Wen Yingxue was a student at Imperial City No. 1 Middle School, number one in her grade, and a well-deserved top student. She had just taken a set of entrance exams, and received nearly perfect scores in all subjects, which shocked the teachers in the entire office.
Such a coveted good Miaomiao was assigned to Teacher Li's third class.
Half an hour has passed, and Teacher Li is still smiling from ear to ear.
Another transfer student, Collection 909, also known as Mo Qing, was assigned to Song Yiyuan's Class 7.
Song Yiyuan felt that he was going to be dragged to death.
——How can you expect an antique from a hundred years ago to get a score on today's middle school test paper?
——If she doesn’t hand you a blank paper, you have to praise her for her serious attitude, give her a thumbs up and say: Good job.
