Chapter 071 Super Teacher [01] Slap your face with joy, Jiang Ke please eat hot pot
"real?"
Lu Zhan suddenly became so happy that he almost broke his pen.
"Really. I heard from the dean of students that he is still downstairs." said the teacher who announced the good news.
Song Yiyuan was preparing to read the essay. When he heard this, his mind moved and he raised his head and asked: "Which group is the special prize?"
The teacher was startled: "I didn't ask that."
There were several teachers in the office. They all smiled when they heard what was said and participated in the conversation happily.
"Don't even think about it, it must be Wen Yingxue's group."
"They are the only ones with this strength."
They sighed a few words, and then a teacher who had little trouble with Song Yiyuan came over and deliberately asked: "Teacher Song, you don't think Mo Qing and the others have any hope of winning the special prize, do you?"
"I can't say for sure." Although Song Yiyuan was worried in his heart, he didn't give up on his face. He said with a playful smile, "The dean has also disclosed the results, so everything is possible. Teacher Liu, do you think so?"
Teacher Liu sneered: "It seems that Teacher Song has great expectations for Mo Qing and the others."
"It's necessary." Old God Song Yiyuan was here, "They are the top three in the city."
When this was mentioned, the expressions of all the teachers present changed slightly.
Mo Qing, whom none of them were optimistic about, had won the first place in the city some time ago. Although it was only a joint examination, it was enough to prove Mo Qing's strength.
However, the joint entrance examination is one thing, and the competition is another.
The trio of Mo Qing were all self-taught and had not received any formal guidance. The rest of the group had been carefully trained by Lu Zhan and were definitely not on the same level.
What's more, I heard that this year's competition questions are difficult enough for even college students.
"I heard that someone in our school won the national special prize in the modeling competition?" Another teacher smelled the smell of melon and came over, "Teacher Lu, congratulations, you will treat us to a big dinner tonight."
Lu Zhan's lips curled up: "You decide the location."
Obviously, in his opinion, there is only one possibility that "Wen Yingxue's three groups will win the special prize".
After hearing what he said, the teachers who were still a little unsure immediately put aside their doubts and responded one after another.
"Then we won't be polite."
"Teacher Lu, congratulations."
"Teacher Lu is still very generous."
"I win the national award every year. It's so difficult this year, but I also won the special award. Teacher Lu, with your teaching performance, you might be awarded a special teacher next year. That will be the youngest special teacher in our school."
…
One after another, they praised Lu Zhan.
Lu Zhan found it extremely helpful, and his mood, which had been dull all morning, finally improved.
Song Yiyuan looked at this scene with an extremely disdainful expression.
——What kind of stuff are they talking about? Every word they say sounds worse than the next.
At the same time, he couldn't help but think: Why is the dean's legs and feet slower than the old man's? It took him enough time to drink a pot of tea.
"Teacher Song." Teacher Li handed over a cup of tea with a smile, "Take a sip to cool down the fire."
Song Yiyuan frowned and said with great disappointment: "Teacher Li, as my role model, do you want to add insult to injury at this time?"
"It's serious." Teacher Li put away his gloating attitude and said righteously, "I'm afraid that you will get angry and get carried away by unrealistic delusions."
With that said, he brought the tea to Song Yiyuan: "Drink some."
"You are no longer my role model."
Song Yiyuan snorted proudly, took the tea in Teacher Li's hand, raised his head and drank it all.
"Don't be discouraged." Teacher Li patted Song Yiyuan's shoulder and reassured, "Isn't it just a competition? If you don't win a prize, you don't win a prize. After all, Mo Qing also gave you a try in the joint examination, didn't he?"
When this matter was mentioned, Song Yiyuan became proud again.
Song Yiyuan put down the tea cup and said with a dancing eyebrow: "Teacher Li, do you regret it very much?"
Teacher Li asked: "What do you regret?"
Song Yiyuan was proud of himself: "When school started, I gave Mo Qing, a good young boy, to our Class 7."
"..." Teacher Li didn't know why Song Yiyuan took a time bomb like Mo Qing as a treasure. He shook his head and sighed, "The only thing I regret is that Min Chang ran away with Mo Qing."
"Hey." Song Yiyuan expressed disbelief.
Teacher Li glanced at him: "Aren't you afraid that Mo Qing will explode?"
Song Yiyuan was full of confidence: "I'm not afraid."
As a senior, Teacher Li gave him a very practical advice: "Bow God more often. I hope she won't cause you any trouble in the next six months."
Song Yiyuan curled his lips and ignored him.
"You can't get in the oil and salt." Teacher Li pointed at him. There was really nothing he could do.
"Knock knock knock."
There was a knock on the door, and the office suddenly fell silent.
The dean stood at the door and glanced inside: "It's so lively, what are you talking about?"
"Let's talk about the special prize in the competition." Teacher Liu took over with a smile.
The office was filled with a happy and relaxed atmosphere, but the dean was not excited at all. Instead, he had drooped eyebrows and seemed unhappy.
"What's wrong?" Teacher Li was the first to notice something strange. "Is someone lying about military information?"
The dean shook his head and said in a low voice: "No."
Teacher Liu breathed a sigh of relief and immediately said: "It was a false alarm. Teacher Lu, the special prize did not escape."
Lu Zhan was also secretly relieved.
"The special prize goes to the team of Mo Qing, Shen Qi, and Min Chang." The teaching director said this expressionlessly, and then looked at Song Yiyuan with a complicated expression.
"Oh yeah!"
As if he had won a prize, Song Yiyuan jumped up from the chair, stepped on the chair, grabbed Teacher Li's shoulders, and said ecstatically: "Teacher Li! Teacher Li! Did you hear that?! Mo Qing
group!"
Teacher Li was stunned for a moment, feeling like he was being torn apart. He frowned and said, "Be gentle."
Song Yiyuan ignored it and continued to shout: "Mo Qing's team!"
Teacher Li: "I heard it."
"Team Mo Qing!" Song Yiyuan continued to blather, "Do you regret it or not?"
Teacher Li: "..."
He regrets it.
He regretted it very much.
He regretted very much that he had just approached Song Yiyuan.
——Isn’t this deliberately looking for trouble for yourself?
In the huge office, except for Song Yiyuan, who was extremely excited, the other teachers were in extremely complicated moods.
The instructor of Mo Qing's group was named Song Yiyuan. They had just been sending blessings to Lu Zhan in front of Song Yiyuan. Looking back, they were all so embarrassed that they wanted to pick their feet.
"It turns out it's Shen Qi and Min Chang..." A teacher scratched his head, smiled awkwardly, and said to Song Yiyuan, "Teacher Song, congratulations. I'll go and take a look in the class."
"I also have something to do and I have to leave."
"It seems that Shen Qi does have some skills. He is truly a genius."
"I knew Min Chang was a good kid."
…
The teachers said awkwardly, then picked up the lesson plans and test papers and hurriedly fled the scene.
The dean was also biased against the Mo Qing trio. When he learned that the special prize fell to the Mo Qing trio, he felt a little uncomfortable and symbolically said congratulations to Song Yiyuan.
Then, the dean said to Lu Zhan: "Teacher Lu, Wen Yingxue's trio won the national first prize, and the other two teams won the provincial third prize. They performed well this time..."
Blah blah blah.
When the dean praised Lu Zhan, he was like a surging river. He was completely different from his colleague Song Yiyuan when he said "congratulations" dryly.
However, Lu Zhan had a straight face and did not appreciate it.
Song Yiyuan didn't care about this person at all. He couldn't wait to go out and wanted to tell Mo Qing and the others the good news.
"Teacher Song, wait a minute." The dean stopped him, frowned, and stopped smiling when he looked at him, "After all, you are a teacher and a class teacher. You should be more steady and don't be so hasty. You
How can students and parents trust you if you are so lively?"
Song Yiyuan pulled his legs back when he stepped out of the door, then stopped his waist. With a steady smile on his face, he straightened his collar and elasticated his sleeves.
He asked demurely: "What do you think of me now?"
The dean was so angry at his hypocrisy.
The dean said with a dark face: "The test questions in this competition have attracted much attention. The national TV station will send reporters to interview Mo Qing and the three of them. Please tell them and ask them to perform well."
"OK."
Song Yiyuan responded simply, unable to conceal the joy on his brows, but still walked out of the office unhurriedly.
Very dignified.
*
After the winning results of the competition were announced, another storm started on campus.
Thanks to the effect of Lu Zhan's interview, not only the entire senior year, but almost the entire school knew about the existence of this competition.
They took it for granted that the topic was so difficult, but it was a field that Lu Zhan's ancestors were familiar with, and it was natural for the students led by Lu Zhan to win the award.
Wen Yingxue's team is obviously the one who won the special prize.
However, the special prize was indeed awarded, but it fell to the trio of Mo Qing, who had no hope.
This is really a big upset.
In just a few hours, Mo Qing turned around with solid results, making people who had been prejudiced against her look at her in a new light.
No one talks about Mo Qing pretending to be sexy when he reads some extracurricular books.
However, the matter of Mo Qing pretending to be the daughter of the Mo family was revealed again, but instead of mocking and caring about Mo Qing, he was angry with Mo Sui'an.
…
When school was over, snowflakes began to fall in the sky again.
Mo Qing, Min Chang, and Shen Qi were called to the office and told about the interview by Song Yiyuan and the dean. None of the three of them seemed interested and were very perfunctory.
Song Yiyuan knew the temperament of the three of them, so he interrupted the dean after half an hour: "That's about it for these questions. The interview is live, and I will review the script with you before it starts. It's getting late, so you can go first."
The dean quit: "Wait, I haven't..."
Shen Qi said decisively: "Teacher Song, see you tomorrow."
Min Chang echoed: "Teacher Song, see you tomorrow."
Mo Qing also said: "Teacher Song, see you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow." Song Yiyuan smiled like a blooming flower in spring. He waved to them, "Be careful on the road."
The three of them didn't even glance at the dean. They all turned around, picked up their schoolbags placed side by side on the ground, and walked out of the office together.
"Look at them, look at them!" The dean pointed at their backs and became furious, even his hands were shaking, "What kind of attitude do they have! They don't look like students at all!"
"It's very good." Song Yiyuan was elated and praised, "How wonderful that you even said goodbye to me."
Song Yiyuan thought for a while and felt very happy: "How polite."
Dean of Students: "..." But they didn't say goodbye to him!
The dean was furious.
*
When he walked out of the teaching building, Mo Qing suddenly thought of something. He took out a palm-sized hand warmer from the side pocket of his schoolbag, turned on the switch, and then grabbed it in his hand.
Min Chang saw it and asked in surprise: "Are you cold?"
Mo Qing said: "It's not cold."
Min Chang was startled: "Then what do you use this for?"
Mo tilted his head at him, and the old god said: "Normal people use it."
Min Chang: "Huh?"
Shen Qi: "Huh?"
Min Chang and Shen Qi were both confused. They looked at each other and looked at their empty hands, not knowing what to say for a moment.
——How about they bring one with them tomorrow to integrate into the group?
"Shen Qi." Mo Qing shouted suddenly, interrupting Shen Qi's thoughts.
"ah."
"Is Yao Jiajia at your place?" Mo Qing asked.
Shen Qi paused for a moment, thinking of Mo Qing's complicated background, and nodded directly without using lies to disguise it: "Yeah."
Min Chang asked doubtfully: "How is she doing now?"
"It's okay." Shen Qi said calmly, "It's just that the Yao family are angry and want to ask her for a clear explanation. However, after all, they are a family. No matter how angry they are, they can only beat her. It won't do anything."
The wind carried the snow, which melted after falling into his eyes, leaving a hint of coolness. Mo Qing squinted his eyes slightly and looked at her with some scrutiny: "Are you the one behind this that is adding fuel to the fire?"
Shen Qi paused: "It's me."
"Why?"
"I checked, and there were always voices questioning Lu Zhishu, but they were suppressed." Shen Qi tilted her head, the wind blowing her broken hair on her forehead, and she smiled, "I believe the diary is not fake. Since it is not fake, , so what’s the harm in making it public?”
Mo Qing stared at her silently.
Shen Qi looked back quietly.
After a moment, Mo Qing smiled freely and said, "If you want to do something with the live interview, I won't stop you."
Shen Qi was stunned: "Did you guess it?"
Mo Qing said calmly: "It's not difficult to guess."
Shen Qi smiled and said, "Thank you."
Min Chang, who was completely ignored, looked at them and made conclusions with each word. He raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not say anything and took it indifferently.
——He originally thought that Mo Qing was the center of trouble. Unexpectedly, there was another Shen Qi.
The three of them said goodbye at the school gate.
She was called to the office today and found out after school. Mo Qing didn't have time to tell Peng Zhong. After she left the school, she glanced around and caught a glimpse of a familiar car.
Just as I was about to walk over, my cell phone rang.
It's Jiang Ke.
Mo Qing answered the phone.
"Congratulations, special prize." Jiang Ke's voice came from the phone, as gentle as the breeze, clean and pleasant.
Mo Qing smiled and asked, "Do you believe it?"
"What reward do you want?" Jiang Ke looked around and asked him.
"hot pot."
After a two-second pause, Jiang Ke didn't seem to understand: "What?"
Mo Qing repeated: "I want to eat hot pot."
"Okay." Jiang Ke quickly agreed.
Thinking of Jiang Ke's always upright appearance at home, Mo Qing sarcastically said: "Wouldn't eating at home affect your image of not eating the fireworks of the world?"
Jiang Ke said: "I won't eat at home."
Mo Qing was confused: "Where to go?"
"You let Peng Zhong go first, and then come to the other side."
Jiang Ke's soft and gentle voice reached his ears in the wind and snow. Mo Qing was stunned for a moment and didn't react. Then he heard Jiang Ke hang up the phone and there was no sound in the speakerphone.
Mo Qing put down her phone and looked up at the street opposite.
Among the few pedestrians, no trace of Jiang Ke could be seen.
She found Peng Zhong's car and walked over. When she got closer, Peng Zhong got out of the car, walked around to the back seat door, and opened the door.
"I have something to do at the moment and I have to go back later." Mo Qing glanced at the car door but did not sit in.
"Okay." Peng Zhong nodded slightly, "There will be another snowfall tonight. Miss Mo, please pay attention to safety on the road and be careful."
"Um."
Mo Qing nodded, said goodbye to Peng Zhong, and walked towards the underground passage leading to the opposite side.
She lingered in the passage for a while, until Peng Zhong drove away, and then walked along the passage to the opposite side.
There was no one in the passage, and the ground was wet. The snow on pedestrians' shoes was brought in and melted on the ground. There was a cold atmosphere in the entire passage.
Mo Qing reached the end and was hesitating whether to go left or right. At that moment, he heard a familiar voice.
"This way."
The sound came from the right side.
She looked sideways and saw a figure on the long slope. She was very tall, dressed in black, and hiding in the darkness.
Jiang Ke was wearing a very long black hooded coat, with the hood on. His face was blurred in the dim light, and the outline of his eyebrows and eyes were hidden in the shadows. He was alone and silent.
He took off his hood, revealing a handsome face with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. His eyes were deep, a little less serious and serious, and a little more casual and playful.
Mo Qing walked over and asked, "Where are you going?"
"Ion Lane."
Jiang Ke replied.
He turned around and walked up the long slope.
The lights on the street fell, and his figure dragged a long shadow on the ground. Sometimes it overlapped with Mo Qing's shadow, and sometimes it separated.
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