Regarding Mo Qing's learning problems, Jiang Ke took an unprecedented attitude of attention after returning from the parent-teacher meeting.
In the living room, Mo Qing was sitting on the sofa, looking at the pile of tutorial books with an indifferent look on his face.
Jiang Ke sat down on the single sofa on the side.
Peng Zhong and Peng Ren stood aside. Peng Ren, who had been beaten up by his brother, behaved himself at the moment.
"Give me a reason for rejecting Peng Ren's tutoring." Jiang Ke spoke slowly and unhurriedly, showing no dissatisfaction at all because Mo Qing was unwilling to learn.
Mo Qing said: "He is a talkative."
The disliked Peng Ren said: "..." Although he talks a lot, he has a sweet mouth and is very popular with uncles and aunts, okay!
Jiang Ke glanced at Peng Zhong.
Peng Zhong took a step forward and said solemnly: "I can."
Mo Qing glanced at him, ignored him, leaned back, crossed his legs, and said slowly: "I have to participate in a mathematical modeling competition, so I don't have time to learn this."
Jiang Ke asked: "A high school student?"
"Um."
"I'm from the Department of Mathematics." Peng Ren raised his hand actively. Seeing the three people looking towards him, he couldn't wait to point to himself with two fingers, "I am the top student in the Department of Mathematics! I won the prize for mathematical modeling with a soft hand.
.”
The three of them looked away in unison.
Mo Qing acted as if he hadn't heard Peng Ren's words and said to Jiang Ke, "There are teachers in the school."
Jiang Ke replied: "If you have any difficulties, come to me."
"good."
"that's all."
Mo Qing and Jiang Ke decided to break up the meeting.
Peng Ren, who was completely ignored, looked at Mo Qing and Jiang Ke walking towards the restaurant, and looked at Peng Zhong in confusion: "Brother, am I, a top student at Imperial City University, so incapable of doing anything?"
"You don't have to be too inferior." Peng Zhong took on the responsibility of his elder brother and comforted him, "As long as Mr. Jiang is here, we will not lose our jobs."
Peng Ren: "..." I was comforted, thank you.
*
Mrs. Chen brought over carefully prepared meals. All the dishes were on Jiang Ke and Mo Qing's list, so just seeing these dishes reminded them of that menu.
Mo Qing picked up a piece of fish and took a bite. When he tasted the familiar taste, he couldn't help but ask: "Did you write your menu?"
"That's what I said." Jiang Ke glanced at her and corrected.
"Where did you invite Mrs. Chen?" Mo Qing asked again.
"Peng Zhong invited me." Jiang Ke replied. He immediately guessed her doubts and added lightly, "Her current cooking skills are adjusted according to my taste."
"Adjusted little by little?"
"Um."
"That's interesting," Mo Qing narrowed his eyes and said, "This is obviously my taste."
Jiang Ke looked at her coolly and reminded, "Please wake up."
Two years ago, when Jiang Ke moved to Dongshi City, he hired Mrs. Chen. Personal taste is a very personal matter, and there should not be the same ones, but suddenly a Mo Qing appeared and insisted that she tasted the same.
Same thing.
If it’s not a brain disease, what else could it be?
"Do you really believe there are such coincidences in the world?" Mo Qing raised his eyebrows.
"I don't believe it." Jiang Ke picked up a handful of bean sprouts with chopsticks, "So you can do it yourself."
After all, Jiang Ke still felt that this coincidence was intentional on Mo Qing's part. Of course, no matter how he analyzed it, he still couldn't figure out the purpose of arranging such a clumsy coincidence.
"so."
Mo Qing put down his chopsticks and raised his hand toward Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke remained indifferent.
Mo Qing clicked his tongue, leaning his elbows horizontally on the table and leaning forward slightly: "If you can't find a suitable explanation, why don't you listen to what I have to say?"
She chuckled, her thin eyelids raised slightly, and her low voice was mixed with a bit of bewilderment. When the sound entered her ears, it was like a slight electric current passing through her, thin and dense.
"Say." Jiang Ke put down his chopsticks and listened attentively.
"First, I believe that the Holy Master of the Immortal Society is in front of you at this moment. This is a rare thing." Mo Qing's eyes fell on him, with a calm attitude, "Second, we are making a game to lead
You fall into the trap. This is more reasonable."
She smiled suddenly: "Which one do you believe?"
A strand of black hair fell in front of her body, and she tapped her fingertips lightly on the table. When she spoke, she looked calm and relaxed, and her indescribable temperament became stronger.
Jiang Ke felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.
After a moment of silence, Jiang Ke looked at her with dark eyes, and there was no telling what emotions were hidden in his seemingly calm pupils.
After a long while, Jiang Ke curled his lips and said lightly: "I don't even believe it."
"Ah."
Mo Qing smiled and didn't care. He pulled back a little and picked up the chopsticks again.
If you don’t believe it, just don’t believe it.
It always takes some time to break the conventional cognition.
The meal was very quiet. Mo Qing and Jiang Ke didn't communicate with each other anymore. After finishing the meal, they went upstairs to deal with their affairs.
*
After returning to the room after dinner, Mo Qing called Huos and explained that he had roped in Shen Qi to form a team to participate in the competition.
Hoss pondered for a moment and said, "She is in rehabilitation training. Let me ask her."
"Um."
Mo Qing waited for a while.
The noisy background sound gradually disappeared, and Shen Qi's voice came from the phone: "Sister Qing."
"Has Huos told you?" Mo Qing asked, leaning on the balcony railing.
"I told you." Shen Qi quickly gave the answer without any hesitation, "I am happy to participate."
"How are you feeling?"
"The rehabilitation training went well, but I still need to use a wheelchair when I go back to school." Shen Qi said, "It has no impact."
After a slight pause, Shen Qi said again: "Thank you for Yao Jiajia's matter."
Mo Qing was not polite and just said: "Just write it down."
Shen Qi had never seen someone so straightforward. Shen Qi was startled for a moment, and then his voice seemed a little happy: "Okay."
Their team of three people was successfully formed.
Mo Qing sent a message to Song Yiyuan.
After receiving the news, Song Yiyuan held his breath and turned around to send an accusation essay to Huosi, angrily accusing Huosi of not fulfilling his duty as a brother and even letting Shen Qi, who had not yet recovered, be discharged from the hospital to go to school. It was simply inhumane.
Hoss was too lazy to pay attention to him and didn't even finish reading the essay.
…
In the early morning of the next day, Mo Qing woke up on time, washed up and walked out of the bedroom.
"morning."
As soon as he walked out of the door, Mo Qing heard a lazy voice.
Looking sideways, he saw Jiang Ke standing leaning against the wall, holding his pockets with only one hand, looking sideways at her.
"Are you scared of ghosts?"
Mo Qing was a little angry when she saw him, and she didn't look good when she saw him.
"Scare the goblin from a hundred years ago." Jiang Ke glanced sideways at her, handed her a bottle of drink, and asked casually, "If this is true, what were you doing a hundred years ago?"
Mo Qing said calmly: "Study."
"What to study?"
"You have to learn everything." Mo Qing unscrewed the bottle cap, raised her head and took a sip of the drink, but frowned at the irritating taste. She said in disgust, "What is this?"
Jiang Ke looked at her in surprise: "Sparkling water."
"It tastes too bad." Mo Qing screwed the cap on the bottle and threw it back to Jiang Ke.
She turned and went downstairs.
Jiang Ke glanced at the sparkling water and then looked at Mo Qing's back, his expression a little interesting.
Things suddenly became interesting.
If all kinds of coincidences could not convince Jiang Ke... But this bottle of sparkling water suddenly made Jiang Ke suspicious.
－－－－－－Digression－－－－－
Yes, because of a bottle of sparkling water, Mr. Jiang started to believe in metaphysics.
