Eighth Base, Office of the Director of Operations Department.
Minister Fan sat on the sofa and after listening to Song Yiyuan's story about the 720 project and Mo Qing, he nodded slightly without any change in his expression.
Minister Fan said: "Team Song."
Song Yiyuan and Huo Si, who were sitting across from each other, were both stunned.
"Forgot, you are not Team Song now." Minister Fan changed his words, "Mr. Song, could you please write a report on this matter? The above evaluation will be useful for Mo Qing."
Song Yiyuan's expression was slightly stiff and he nodded: "Okay."
After the matter was discussed, Song Yiyuan had no intention of staying long and stood up to say goodbye.
Huos wanted to send it off, but Song Yiyuan stopped him. Soon, Song Yiyuan left alone.
Minister Fan stood up, glanced at the door, and said calmly: "I like it better when he kicks my door in high spirits."
"He was young then," Hoss said quickly.
Minister Fan heard the defense in Hoss's tone and stared: "Am I a vengeful person?"
"..."
Hoss was silent.
Minister Fan pointed at him, shook his head, and said nothing. He walked back to his desk, pulled out an office chair, and asked, "I remember that his brother is also a teacher at the No. 1 High School, right?"
Hoss replied: "Yeah."
Sitting down, Minister Fan asked suspiciously: "He went to the No. 1 Affiliated High School for his brother?"
"I don't know." Holden said after a second, "He didn't say."
Minister Fan thought for a while, said nothing more, and let Hoss leave.
The incident that happened to Song Yiyuan was not a glory to the entire Eighth Base. They could only do things and had nothing to say.
*
As soon as Mo Qing came home, Mrs. Chen served hot chicken soup. She drank a bowl, took a snack of French fries made by Mrs. Chen, and strolled to the study.
Jiang Ke is indeed here.
It was raining heavily, it was dark outside, and incandescent lights were on inside the room. Jiang Ke was sitting at his desk, with the rain outside the window behind him and a pile of documents in front of him. The light fell on him, quiet and calm, highlighting his meticulous image.
It smells a bit abstinent.
"Master Mo, Master Mo, I am your dear little Jiang Jiang..." The little machine was originally singing a children's song, but when it turned its head, it recognized Mo Qing and rolled towards Mo Qing on its tracks.
Mo Qing kicked it away.
The little machine followed closely and shouted: "Master Mo, look at your dear little Jiang Jiang..."
Jiang Ke threw a pen over and complained: "What kind of bad taste are you talking about?"
Raising his hand to catch the pen, Mo Qing walked over and said, "I'm asking Peng Ren for advice."
Jiang Ke: "..." No wonder.
"The midterm exam results will be out tomorrow." Mo Qing pinched a piece of French fries and put it in his mouth. He came to Jiang Ke's side and glanced at the piles of information on the desk.
I felt relieved.
Jiang Ke thought of the torment of the parent-teacher conference: "You don't have to wake up those unpleasant memories of mine."
"Here."
Mo Qing handed the fries in his hand to Jiang Ke.
Jiang Ke glanced at it and looked away, expressing no interest.
"Not that much."
Mo Qing freed up a clean hand to read through the information.
Jiang Ke didn't stop him.
"Everyone has to suffer some setbacks, even if they are brought by others." Mo Qing spoke slowly and sarcastically.
It was Jiang Ke who held the parent-teacher conference, and it was Jiang Ke who was embarrassed. She was thick-skinned, easygoing, and of course she could say anything.
Jiang Ke hissed, leaned back in his chair, and looked at her without looking at the information: "I hope that while you bring me frustration, you will also occasionally bring you a little surprise."
Mo Qingyun answered calmly: "My existence is a surprise to you."
Her shameless words made Jiang Ke speechless.
Mo Qing briefly flipped through the information and raised his lips with interest: "Folklore?"
"Um."
"I really never thought of starting from folklore." Mo Qing said thoughtfully.
"Um?"
Jiang Ke keenly noticed something.
Mo Qing looked at him, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said leisurely: "You can check all of these, how about checking one more person?"
"No checking."
Jiang Ke replied decisively. The chair rotated 180 degrees from the left. He wanted to get up, but the back of the chair was suddenly held down by a hand. The next moment, the chair was turned back again.
Jiang Ke sat on the chair and did not move, watching Mo Qing's figure come into view again.
It was completely dark outside the window, and the sound of car horns in the distance was blocked by the rain curtain. The strong wind suddenly blew up, causing the raindrops to fly in all directions, and leaked in from the balcony one by one, soaking the floor.
"A person who may be related to you." Mo Qing leaned down slightly, met his eyes, and continued slowly, "He should have been recorded in history, but he did not leave any trace."
There was a sudden silence in the study room.
"Who?" Jiang Ke looked stern, and the darkness in his eyes seemed to be getting darker.
The ink hair was blown into the air, and the rain soaked the hair, strand by strand, and Mo Qing's face was covered with haze.
She looked at him, as if looking through him at this other person.
She said word by word: "His name is Jiang Yan."
Jiang Yan.
When Jiang Ke heard these two words, his blood froze, but the next moment, when he wanted to capture the source of the strange feeling, he had no idea at all.
Raising his eyelids, Jiang Ke stared at her for a moment and asked, "Who are you?"
The corner of Mo Qing's lips seemed to be pulled down, but it lasted only for a moment, so fleeting that it made people doubt that it was an illusion.
She picked up a French fries and handed it to Jiang Ke. She raised her eyebrows lightly and seemed to have some amusement in her eyes. She had the right balance between teasing and probing. She didn't answer and asked instead: "Check?"
Suddenly a strong wind blew, carrying the cold rain, lifting the gauze curtains and messing up the information on the table.
The two of them stared at each other, their dark eyes reflecting each other's figure.
Everything seems to be frozen.
*
Early the next morning, Mo Qing took Peng Zhong's car to school as usual.
The results of the midterm exam came out today. In the car, Peng Zhong wanted Mo Qing to tell him several times after he reported the results, but he thought of Mo Qing's previous monthly exam results and held back.
The car parked at the school gate.
Peng Zhong finally said: "Miss Mo."
"Um?"
Mo Qing paused as he opened the door.
After struggling in his heart for a while, Peng Zhong looked at Mo Qing and said sincerely: "If your grades are not satisfactory, you don't need to tell Mr. Jiang."
"There will be no parent-teacher meeting this time."
Mo Qing did not respond directly to Peng Zhong, just said a word, then opened the car door and walked out.
After a long time, Peng Zhong sighed deeply.
…
No. 1 High School, a certain office.
The results of the municipal joint entrance examination were placed on a desk, but all the teachers present gathered around, three circles inside and three outside, looking at the students' names in the first row on the first page, speechless for a long time.
For a long time, Song Yiyuan took a sip of tea in confusion and said: "What a ghost."
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