In just a few days, Lu Zhan became a popular figure on campus.
Originally, the students only knew that Lu Zhan was a descendant of a certain expert and that he had strong professional abilities. However, Lu Zhan had always been serious, and the students were more afraid of him.
Nowadays, the news introduces Lu Zhishu's brilliant achievements in detail, and also publicizes Lu Zhan's achievements, attracting countless admirers on the Internet. Teenagers love to follow trends, so they naturally add a layer of filter to Lu Zhan.
According to the ranking of the most popular teachers in the school forum, Song Yiyuan, who was firmly ranked first, was pushed to second place, and Lu Zhan was far ahead in votes.
Song Yiyuan felt uncomfortable and complained to Mo Qing privately: "Can't you find a way to expose Lu Zhishu's evil deeds?"
"There is no way." Mo Qing calmed down, "Unless the person involved personally admits it."
Song Yiyuan was unwilling to give in: "Is there no other possibility?"
Mo Qing shook his head: "No."
After turning twice in front of Mo Qing with his hands behind his back, Song Yiyuan left in despair.
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After school, Mo Qing and Shen Qi had to go on duty and left a little late.
Shen Qi picked up his bag and asked Mo Qing, "Do you want to go together?"
Mo Qing nodded: "Yeah."
She asked Peng Zhong not to pick her up today. After school, she had to go to Huichun Pavilion for a follow-up consultation with Min Chenghuai.
When he walked out of the teaching building, a figure came up to him. Mo Qing took a closer look and found that it was Yao Jiajia.
Yao Jiajia seemed to have cried, her eyes and nose were red, and she was holding a notebook in her arms.
She walked up to Shen Qi and spoke in an angry voice: "Aqi, I have something to tell you."
Shen prayed for a moment and looked at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing waved his hand and said, "I'm leaving first."
Shen Qi said "hmm" and then said: "Goodbye."
Mo Qing walked away with her backpack.
Yao Jiajia looked at Mo Qing and then at Shen Qi. The tip of her nose felt sore and she wanted to cry again - could she be better? She had just suffered an unprecedented blow and now she was facing the crisis of losing her best friend.
Shen Qi asked: "What's the matter?" She handed Yao Jiajia a pack of tissues.
"This," Yao Jiajia took the tissue and handed the notebook in her hand to Shen Qi, "I just found my great-grandfather's diary in his old age in my hometown yesterday...it tells a lot of things, and there is one thing among them that I don't know. Should it be made public?”
Shen Qi picked up the notebook suspiciously.
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Huichun Pavilion.
As soon as Mo Qing stepped through the door, he saw Min Chenghuai coming to greet him. His aunt was taller than his aunt, which made Mo Qing's head hurt. Min Chang was holding two bottles of yogurt in his hand, standing aside as a doorman and watching the show.
As usual, Mo Qing first ate the meal cooked by Min Chenghuai, then gave Min Chenghuai a follow-up examination and re-prescribed the medicine.
Min Chenghuai became more energetic.
He talked about the past, mentioned the century-old history of Huichun Pavilion, and mentioned that almost sixty years ago, when he first took over Huichun Pavilion, he almost gave up the business due to the financial crisis.
"How did you persist?" Min Chang asked casually as he brought a plate of cut fruits.
Min Chenghuai said: "Because of a noble man."
Min Chang stuffed a piece of honeydew melon into his mouth: "Who is it?"
"Yao Dexuan is the first principal of your high school." Min Chenghuai sighed with emotion, and the wrinkles on his face faded a little, "He was almost ninety years old at the time. When he learned that Huichun Pavilion was going to close, he rushed over in person and gave the doctor I gave the museum a sum of money. I wrote an IOU and later paid it back little by little. As soon as I finished paying it off, he left."
When Min Chenghuai said this, he seemed to have thought of something. He turned to look at Mo Qing and said, "By the way, he said he was my aunt's teacher."
Min Chang looked at Mo Qing in surprise.
——What kind of hatred or hatred do you want Mo Qing to leave a silver needle in front of the teacher's statue every time?
"That's right." Mo Qing swallowed the watermelon and said slowly, "He lived a long time."
"He left at the age of ninety-three," Min Chenghuai said. "Before he left, he was delirious for a period of time. I was his doctor. He always mentioned you, Yao Jiaojiao, the daughter of his ex-wife. Oh, there is another one,
