Chapter 072 Special Teachers [02] Great Crisis, Threatened by Special Teachers
After dark, Ion Lane becomes more lonely and desolate.
The black market is not open, and there are only a few pedestrians on the street. Almost half of the shops along the street are closed, and the occasional ones that are open are also unusually deserted.
Mo Qing was fascinated by the wind and snow, and his voice was as cool as the night: "Is there a hot pot restaurant here?"
"Yes." Jiang Ke walked beside her with a leisurely pace.
Mo Qing tilted her head to look at him.
It only took half a quarter of an hour to get here from the subway station, and Jiang Ke's shoulders were already dyed white.
The snow was falling heavily, dyeing it orange under the dim yellow street lights.
"Have you been to Dongshi City before?" Jiang Ke seemed to be chatting with her.
"Been here."
"Where's Ion Lane?"
"Um."
"What's the difference from now?"
"There's not much difference." Mo Qing said calmly.
After a while, she saw the spacious and clean roads and the bright street lights, and added: "Life has gotten better."
When mentioning the past and witnessing the present, Mo Qing is always calm, without any melancholy or emotion.
She is like a spectator.
In this era, her shadow has never been left. And she was erased by history a hundred years ago.
"It's almost the end."
Mo Qing looked at the wall at the end of Ion Lane, frowning slightly, thinking that if she was being teased, Jiang Ke would not want to go back with all her limbs intact.
Jiang's mean eyelids raised slightly: "Yeah."
The wind blew his broken hair, and the swirling snowflakes fell on his feverish hair, adding a bit of white, like shining stars in the light.
Mo Qing kicked her hand into her pocket, and when she made a fist, she touched the warm hand warmer. Her fingertips paused, and after a moment, she grabbed the hand warmer and stopped thinking about how to beat him.
"This way." Jiang Ke reminded when he reached the end.
At the end of Ion Lane is another street that runs through this old city.
Mo Qing looked to the left and saw pedestrians wandering along the street, vendors selling snacks and snacks, and a row of lively open restaurants.
People are breathing white steam in the wind and snow, and steam is rising from the fire. In buildings that have lasted for hundreds of years, generations of people have grown up and have the same life trajectory.
"This is a restaurant street planned by the government. Many old shops have moved here and are managed uniformly," Jiang Ke said.
He walked to the street on the right.
Mo Qing followed up: "What's the hot pot you're talking about?"
"Chen Ji Hot Pot." Jiang Ke looked at the sign in front of him, then looked at Mo Qing, "It is said that the recipe for the hot pot base has been passed down from ancestors for more than a hundred years."
"Um."
"Eat?"
Mo Qing looked at him deeply, then looked forward and replied: "I've eaten."
After a pause, she asked: "Did you look for it specially?"
"The last time I came here to sell medicinal materials, I heard what the vendors said."
When Mo Qing said he wanted to eat hot pot, the first thing he thought of was this restaurant.
"Oh." Mo Qing's eyes flashed slightly.
*
The charcoal hot pot used in Chenji Hot Pot has a light base and the soup is as clear as water, but as soon as you drink it, the mellow taste spreads on the tip of your tongue, which is a kind of enjoyment.
In winter, especially on snowy days, many people come to eat hot pot, and the store is packed with customers.
Mo Qing and Jiang Ke were lucky. There happened to be an empty table when they went there, so they had hot pot successfully without waiting much.
The two used chopsticks for the first time and picked up a piece of tofu at the same time.
They looked at each other.
Mo Qing took the tofu away and Jiang Ke took the next piece.
"Do you want to talk about the coincidence between us?" While eating hot tofu, Mo tilted his head and looked at Jiang Ke.
"I can't find an entry point for the moment." Jiang Ke looked back at her, paused, and raised his lower lip with interest, "How about we talk about Jiang Yan?"
"No chat."
Mo Qing decisively refused.
Jiang Ke was not surprised and said quietly: "Then there's no need to talk about it."
If you don’t want to talk, don’t talk.
Mo Qing lowered his head to eat hot pot, but his thoughts kept spreading.
When she was staying in Dongshi City, she often ate hot pot with Jiang Yan and became very familiar with the boss at the time. She said it was the secret recipe for hot pot, but she cheated her out of it with two copper coins.
The current recipe has been improved and the taste is different from the previous one, but better.
As the hot pot meal came to an end, Jiang Ke suddenly asked, "Have you left any prescriptions?"
Mo Qing replied casually: "A lot."
"Where?"
"Leave it to the state."
Jiang Ke glanced at her suspiciously.
"There are also some folk remedies that have been rejected by authoritative experts in Chinese herbal medicine, saying they are some evil practices." Mo Qing was drinking soup, holding a spoon in her hand. She twisted her fingers around the handle of the spoon and raised her eyebrows with a chuckle, "I
Find a way to disperse among the people."
"What can I do?" Jiang Ke narrowed his eyes.
"Want to know?" Mo Qing smiled calmly, picked up the soup bowl, and said leisurely, "Check it out yourself."
She drank soup from a bowl slowly and gracefully.
Jiang Ke looked at her for two seconds and then looked away.
…
When I walked out of the hot pot restaurant, it was snowing harder outside, and the falling snowflakes made everything on the street blurry.
Jiang Ke's cell phone rang, it was Peng Zhong calling.
The moment he answered the phone, Mo Qing noticed that his looseness and relaxation were gone. When she raised her eyes, she found that his eyebrows and eyes had become serious, and his tone of voice had changed.
Mo Qing specially stretched out his hand and gave him a thumbs up.
Jiang Ke turned a blind eye.
Shrugging his shoulders, Mo Qing looked around, and finally his eyes fell on a candy seller's stall.
Soon, Jiang Ke hung up the phone: "Let's go."
Mo Qing looked at the row of candy people: "Buy one."
Hearing the sound, Jiang Ke glanced at it lightly and said, "Buy it yourself."
Mo Qing thought for a while and took out a black card.
Jiang Ke: "..."
If there was anything Jiang Ke regretted most recently, attending a parent-teacher meeting was one, and giving Mo Qing a black card was another.
——Jiang Ke still hasn’t figured out the motive behind giving Mo Qing the black card.
Raising his hand to pinch his eyebrows, Jiang Ke walked towards the candy man stall. After two steps, he realized that Mo Qing was about to follow, so he paused.
"You stand here." Jiang Ke warned.
Mo Qing glanced at the heavy snowfall outside the eaves.
The next moment, Jiang Ke had already walked into the snow.
His back was straight and his shoulders were broad, his shadow blended into the night, and he slowly walked toward the street vendors with lights on.
Mo Qing was not an obedient person, but this time, she stood there and looked at Jiang Ke's back quietly.
She thought of the man who, when she couldn't communicate, stood on the street holding up a candy man and teasing her like a cat. It was annoying, but he was laughing so happily at that time.
The life of a young man is like a dream.
Later, she never saw him smile so brightly again.
"Give."
Jiang Ke walked out of the snow and wind and walked up to Mo Qing, holding a freshly made candy man in his hand.
Mo Qing was in a daze for a moment, and then took the candy man.
Jiang Ke said: "Just take a look, it's dirty."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Qing acted as if he hadn't heard anything, stuffed the candy man into his mouth, and bit it.
The beautiful shape was instantly mutilated after she took a bite out of it.
Jiang Ke sighed.
After a while, Mo Qing stuffed the candy man back into Jiang Ke's hand: "Here it is for you."
"Um?"
"It is too sweet."
After Mo Qing finished speaking, he strode away.
After looking at Mo Qing's back, Jiang Ke looked at the candy man in his hand, thought about it for a while, and finally brought the candy man to his lips and took a tentative bite.
He frowned immediately.
In the end, the candy man Jiang Ke bought in the snow and wind did not survive until the two of them entered the subway station.
*
The interview is scheduled for Saturday evening two days later.
The school took it very seriously and had another chat with Mo Qing and the other three after school on Friday.
The reporter has already given the interview outline to the school so that they can prepare in advance. The dean of students analyzed each question and provided them with the correct answer direction.
This time, Song Yiyuan was not here and could not help them finish.
They almost fell asleep listening to it.
Min Chang really missed Teacher Song. Finally, he asked: "The interview list includes the instructor. Let's discuss the problem. Why is Teacher Song not here?"
The dean was startled and said vaguely: "He has his own affairs."
Mo Qing answered smoothly: "He is usually very leisurely."
"How can a class teacher have so much free time?" the dean said, "You are in your senior year of high school, and he has a lot to do."
Mo Qing just said it casually, but when the dean said that, he didn't continue to ask.
Being interrupted like this, the dean seemed a little confused, or realized that he was being verbose, so he simply finished the next few questions and let the three of them leave.
"I feel a little strange." After walking out of the office, Shen Qi asked the two of them, "Do you want to ask Teacher Song?"
Min Chang asked: "What's weird?"
"Is he really busy?" Shen Qi said, "A protective person like him should be worried about watching us if he knows that the dean doesn't like us very much."
What she said made sense. Min Chang nodded and said, "I'll send you a message."
After he finished sending the message, Song Yiyuan responded with a voice message not long after.
"Have you finished the meeting? I did have something to do and didn't come over. Don't worry, we will go over the manuscript again before the live broadcast tomorrow. From the perspective of your happiness."
From the tone of his voice, there was nothing unusual about Song Yiyuan.
Shen Qi said: "I think too much."
Min Chang put away his cell phone and asked Shen Qi: "Do you want to tell Teacher Song what you want to do?"
"Let's talk about it tomorrow." Shen Qi thought for a moment, "I'm afraid he won't be able to sleep tonight."
Min Chang was noncommittal.
Mo Qing didn't want to show off on the live broadcast anyway, so he let them go and didn't say a word the whole time.
…
In the afternoon of the next day, Mo Qing, Min Chang, and Shen Qi gathered at the school.
at the same time.
Song Yiyuan drove the car to the school gate. Just as he was about to call Mo Qing, he took out his cell phone and saw it vibrated with a call coming in.
He's the dean of students.
Song Yiyuan casually dialed the answer button and handed the phone to his ear.
Just when I was about to speak, I heard the dean of students calling kindly: "Yiyuan."
"..."
Song Yiyuan's expression changed, and the arc of the corners of his lips gradually became a straight line.
"Are you almost at school?" the dean continued to ask enthusiastically.
"Um."
"Ah." The dean paused and said with some embarrassment, "Yiyuan, there is something I want to discuss with you."
Song Yiyuan said in a cold tone: "Let's talk about it when we meet."
"Yiyuan," the dean said with a pleasant face and a kind tone, "the school hopes that the instructor who appears this time will be replaced by a more professional one. You see, you are a Chinese teacher, and you are the instructor for the mathematical modeling competition.
, if you tell me, people won’t believe it.”
Song Yiyuan guessed it and asked emotionlessly: "So you want Lu Zhan to replace me?"
"What are you talking about! Teacher Lu is a professional after all. Don't worry, the instructor must have your name, which means that you two guided together. The school will not treat you badly. However, there are some external things, It represents the image of the school. Yiyuan, you have been in the school for more than two years, and you must also hope that the school will get better and better, right?"
After a long silence, Song Yiyuan said firmly: "No."
"Teacher Song, does your temporary glory matter to the school?!" The dean's voice suddenly became serious.
"I don't care about the glory of the moment." Song Yiyuan said solemnly, "If you change teachers temporarily, Mo Qing and the others will definitely not cooperate with you."
Song Yiyuan was indeed a little disappointed to be replaced suddenly.
He doesn't care about a live broadcast.
Rather, this is a time when he can share the joy with his students.
However, he has seen no matter how dirty things happen, and he will not dwell on them.
However, if the three people being interviewed were other people, but they were Mo Qing, Min Chang, and Shen Qi, they would definitely ruin the situation if they knew that he had been replaced.
"It's just a few students, so you don't have to worry, Teacher Song." The dean said cheerfully, "You should turn around before we get to school, so you can save some gas money."
Song Yiyuan was anxious: "Wait a minute——"
The next moment, the dean suddenly said something, causing Song Yiyuan to freeze.
"That's it, hang up." The dean hung up the phone.
Song Yiyuan sat blankly and did not move for a long time.
The phone rang again.
Note: Mo Qing.
Song Yiyuan looked at the screen of his phone. After a moment, he turned the phone over and put it in the passenger seat.
He leaned back on the chair, then raised his eyes and looked at the door of the No. 1 Affiliated High School.
In the distance, he could still see the statue of Yao Dexuan.
*
The interview was conducted in the office.
There are many people in the classroom now, including several reporters and staff, and the dean is also there.
Mo Qing looked at the phone with a solemn expression.
Song Yiyuan didn't answer the phone, which was unusual.
This guy is always afraid that students and teachers will come to him if they have something to do. His mobile phone is not turned off 24 hours a day. Even if he calls him in the middle of the night, he can receive it smoothly.
"Mo Qing, come here." The reporter called her.
Mo Qing frowned and put his phone in his pocket.
The dean watched Mo Qing's every move and said, "Mute your cell phone. The live broadcast will be broadcast later. It's not good if you make any noise."
"No."
Mo Qing glanced at him lightly and refused simply.
The dean's face froze.
He wanted to reprimand Mo Qing, but he noticed the scene and held back, and did not argue with Mo Qing.
Mo Qing walked to Shen Qi and Min Chang.
Min Chang asked in a low voice: "Have you contacted Teacher Song?"
Mo Qing frowned: "No."
Min Chang said: "Wait a little longer."
Time passed little by little.
Song Yiyuan still didn't come.
"The time is almost up, is there one of your teachers who didn't come?" The reporter looked at the list and asked the dean, "Their instructor is Song Yiyuan, right?"
The dean also looked very anxious: "Yes, I have been calling him, but no one answered."
The reporter asked: "What should we do?"
The dean looked at his watch and discussed with the reporter: "Let's wait a little longer. He is always on time. He must have encountered an accident today."
The reporter hesitated and nodded: "That's okay."
They waited patiently for a while.
However, when the live broadcast time came, Song Yiyuan still didn't come.
The time for the live broadcast still hasn’t come.
Min Chang, Shen Qi, and Mo Qing sat in a row on the sofa, all with expressionless faces.
When there were still two minutes left before the live broadcast, the dean, who had gone out for a walk, finally came running out of breath: "Coming, coming!"
"Is Teacher Song here?" the reporter asked hurriedly.
The rest of the people also looked toward the door.
However, the person who appeared at the door with the dean was not Song Yiyuan, but Lu Zhan.
The expressions of Mo Qing and the others suddenly changed.
The reporter recognized Lu Zhan, was startled for a moment, and asked: "Isn't this Teacher Song?"
"He is indeed not. His name is Lu Zhan, our ace teacher." The dean introduced, "I really couldn't contact Teacher Song, so I had to ask Teacher Lu."
The reporter hesitated and said: "Isn't this bad?"
"Same, same." The dean said quickly, "Teacher Lu, like Teacher Song, is Mo Qing's instructor. Mo Qing and the others, like other students, have all listened to Teacher Song's competition class. Don't you believe it? If so, I still have photos here. It’s just that Teacher Lu is relatively low-key and has no name.”
As he said this, the dean also pulled out photos of Mo Qing and the others who were secretly photographed while they were walking around to listen to Lu Zhan's class, and handed them to reporters.
When the reporter saw this, he didn't say anything and nodded in agreement.
He greeted Lu Zhan, exchanged warm greetings, and expressed his desire to conduct an exclusive interview with Lu Zhan.
——Compared to Song Yiyuan, who is not famous, he naturally wants to interview Lu Zhan, who has been on the rise recently.
At the reporter's invitation, Lu Zhan walked up to Mo Qing and the other three in a well-dressed manner, and then sat down on the single sofa beside them.
The three people's sharp gazes swept over.
They are not fools. As soon as Lu Zhan showed up, he saw through their little tricks.
Song Yiyuan's late arrival and Lu Zhan's rescue were all planned.
Lu Zhan glanced at them, slowly took out his phone, turned on the screen, and then, as if casually, avoided the camera and pointed the phone screen at the three of them.
It is clearly written on it——
"Cooperate well. Next year's special teacher will be Song Yiyuan."
