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Chapter 076 Special Teacher [06] Jing Su, Folklore

After Mo Qing won the city's first prize and the special prize, there were far fewer voices criticizing her in the school.

As the college entrance examination approaches, students are focusing on their studies.

During the recess, the classroom seemed quiet, and everyone was immersed in solving problems.

The last two periods in the morning were Chinese classes. Song Yiyuan came to the classroom five minutes early. After glancing around, he went straight to the back seat by the window - where Mo Qing was.

He came to see Jiang Qiyi.

"Teacher Song."

Although in Jiang Qiyi's heart, Song Yiyuan was very partial to Mo Qing, he was a man of great magnanimity and he would not disrespect Song Yiyuan because of this.

Song Yiyuan frowned and asked, "Jing Su didn't come to class today. Do you know the reason?"

Jiang Qiyi was slightly surprised: "Didn't he ask for sick leave?"

"He is as strong as an ox on the court. He has been on sick leave for almost a week." Song Yiyuan asked, "Don't you have a good relationship with him? Do you have any inside information?"

Jiang Qiyi shook his head blankly: "I didn't listen to what he said."

Song Yiyuan looked at him: "Really?"

Jiang Qiyi affirmed: "Really not."

"Okay." Song Yiyuan nodded and did not press any further.

"Are you worried about his gambler father?" Jiang Qiyi thought about something and suddenly said, "He was indeed beaten by his drunkard father, but that was three years ago. Now that his father wants to take action, the only one who can be beaten by him is

share."

Song Yiyuan was still worried, but he suppressed his emotions and said, "Okay."

"Who are you talking about?"

In the middle of winter, Shen Qi came over with a stick of ice cream in his mouth and two in his hand, and gave them to Mo Qing and Min Chang who were sitting in the front seat.

Jiang Qiyi looked at her with accusing eyes.

Shen Qi spread his hands, saying that it doesn't matter to you.

"Don't eat these in cold weather." Song Yiyuan said worriedly, and then answered Shen Qi, "We are talking about Jingsu."

Shen Qi kicked off the stool, walked in, and finished, wondering: "Isn't he one grade higher than us?"

Song Yiyuan explained: "He didn't take the exam last year and just repeated it."

Shen Qi asked: "Why?"

Song Yiyuan said: "He was beaten to the hospital and missed the college entrance examination. Now he is repeating the exam and has entered our class."

Shen Qi: "Oh."

It has been a month or two since she came to class, but she has not observed the other classmates, let alone the existence of Jingsu.

"Have you known Jing Su before?" Song Yiyuan asked suspiciously.

"He often hangs around Ion Lane and I've seen him a few times." Shen Qi answered truthfully without covering up. After speaking, she took a bite of the ice cream, which made Song Yiyuan's teeth chatter.

Being young is good.

Song Yiyuan glanced at Mo Qing and Min Chang who were eating ice cream and reading a book, shook his head, and walked up to the podium with a sigh.

*

It gets dark earlier and earlier.

After school, the campus was suddenly enveloped in silence. Mo Qing walked out of the teaching building with her schoolbag on her back, holding a book list in her hand, and she browsed through it under the light of the roadside.

A car passed her, rang twice, and then stopped.

Mo Qing stopped.

The next moment, the car window slid down and Song Yiyuan stuck his head out: "Why haven't you left yet?"

"Let's ask Teacher Zhang a few questions."

Teacher Zhang teaches history. After the competition, Mo Qing picked up the history books again and went to see Teacher Zhang from time to time.

"Is Peng Zhong coming to pick you up?"

"I didn't let him come."

Song Yiyuan glanced at his watch and said, "Get in the car and I'll take you to the subway station."

Mo Qing did not refuse, folded the book list, walked to the passenger side, opened the door and got in.

Song Yiyuan started the car and asked curiously: "Are you still looking for old friends?"

"Um."

"Who?"

"you do not know."

Song Yiyuan was not depressed and joked to himself: "Okay, professionalism is not appropriate."

Mo Qing fastened his seat belt and asked casually: "Why did you leave?"

"I worked overtime, and my academic performance dropped. My parents called me for an hour to analyze it. It's quite tiring." Song Yiyuan said, "I have to go home for a visit later, and I won't be able to get home until midnight."

“Who is visiting at home?”

"Jingsu." Song Yiyuan clicked his tongue, "This kid took sick leave and hasn't come to school for a few days. I'm going to take a look. Do you know him?"

"Um."

In the morning, Song Yiyuan chatted with Jiang Qiyi and Shen Qi. Although Mo Qing didn't talk to each other, he heard them all.

Song Yiyuan complained: "No one can worry."

After pondering for two seconds, Mo Qing squinted at the flying snowflakes outside the window and said unhurriedly: "I'm with you."

"Huh?" Song Yiyuan said in confusion, "What are you going to do?"

"Care for classmates." Mo Qing casually found a reason to fool him.

Licking the corners of his lips, Song Yiyuan looked at Mo Qing as if he were looking at a ghost: "Do you know him and care about your classmates?"

"I am interested in all the students who hang out in Ion Lane." Mo Qing opened a book and found the place where the previous page was inserted. "Drive your car."

Song Yiyuan's mood was inexplicable and complicated.

After a while, he stopped the car.

Mo Qing raised his eyes and looked sideways at him.

Song Yiyuan glanced at the various food stalls on the street and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Mo Qing: "...go buy it."

Song Yiyuan went to buy some food, and the two solved the problem of food and clothing in the car. Then Song Yiyuan drove the car to Jingsu's residence.

Half an hour later, the scenery on both sides of the road suddenly changed. High-rise buildings turned into small houses, and the wide and flat road turned into a narrow and bumpy path, just big enough for two cars to travel together.

"Where is this?" Mo Qing was attracted by the scenery outside.

"City Village, this is the former countryside." Song Yiyuan said, "Jingsu's father was addicted to gambling. Five years ago, he lost all his family's RV and his wife ran away. He had no money, so he moved in with Jingsu. Here, the rent is very low.”

Mo Qing said with one hand: "Oh."

"Jiang Qiyi said that Jingsu worked on his own to earn money for school, and his father could not give him a penny."

Mo Qing said: "It's better than Min Chang."

Song Yiyuan was startled for a moment and shook his head: "It's different. Not everyone has Min Chang's ability."

Min Chang's learning ability alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people. People like Mo Qing, Shen Qi, and Min Chang who have bright minds and can understand everything are gifts from God.

Mo Qing was noncommittal.

After a while, Song Yiyuan parked the car outside a self-built house on the third floor.

He glanced at the second floor and found that a light was on in a certain room, so he said, "You should be at home. Do you want to go up together?"

"Um."

Mo Qing closed the book.

Opening the car door, Mo Qing squinted his eyes as the wind carried snow particles. The snow was falling heavier and the temperature was getting lower.

Song Yiyuan was wearing a coat, but he was still shivering from the cold when he got out of the car. He closed the door and saw Mo Qing, who was wearing thin clothes, without even blinking. He frowned and asked, "Aren't you cold?"

"Not cold."

If it's not cold, then it's not cold.

Anyway, in Song Yiyuan's concept, Mo Qing is not measured by ordinary people's data.

"It's on the second floor." Song Yiyuan looked at the open stairs, "Just go up."

Finding a door, Song Yiyuan carefully checked the address and then knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock, knock knock knock, knock knock..."

The room, which was originally lit with lights, suddenly became dark, and a faint rustling sound could be heard inside.

After knocking on the door, Song Yiyuan was confused and asked inexplicably: "Why did the lights go out?"

"Obviously," Mo Qing moved his neck and took a step back, "I owe too much debt and want to run away."

Song Yiyuan was startled, having a premonition that something was wrong, and opened his mouth: "What do you want to do-"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Mo Qing kicking the door. There was a "bang" sound, and the door bounced open and hit the wall hard, making a loud noise.

The next moment, Mo Qing walked in the door.

Song Yiyuan was shocked for half a second, his whole body went numb, and he followed Mo Qing speechlessly.

Mo Qing walked straight into a bedroom.

When Song Yiyuan followed him to the door of the bedroom, he saw Youdao's figure climbing up the window, and Mo Qing came to the window like a burst of lightning, grabbed the person who was about to jump down by the back collar, and directly pulled him back.

Press it to the ground.

Then, there was a burst of screams.

"..."

Song Yiyuan's heart was desperate.

——His job is on the verge of being lost.

"Hero, have mercy on me, man, have mercy on me, I will definitely pay it back when I get rich..." A middle-aged man was lying on the ground begging for mercy, not even daring to look at Mo Qing.

It was dark inside the house.

Mo Qing stood next to the middle-aged man, and the wind coming in from the window ruffled the hem of her school uniform. She looked coldly at the prostrate middle-aged man on the ground.

"I heard that your son is rich," Mo Qing said in a stern tone like an inhumane killer, "Where is he?"

The middle-aged man was stunned when he heard this voice: "You are a woman..."

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Qing bent down, held down his head, smashed his face to the ground, and squeezed him into a cake.

Mo Qing asked coldly: "Will you tell me?"

"I said it, I said it." The middle-aged man trembled and said quickly, "He goes out early and comes back late these days, but I know that he is on the ninth floor of Ion Lane. It is a bookstore."

"You better not lie."

After he finished speaking, Mo Qing let go of him.

However, just as the middle-aged man was about to continue begging for mercy, Mo Qing slashed the back of his neck with a hand knife. He was stuck and fell to the ground unconscious.

Glancing at the middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol with disgust, Mo Qing stood up straight, glanced at the door, then strode over and said, "Let's go to the nine-story platform."

"It's not appropriate for you to be like this..." Song Yiyuan already had a headache on how to write an observation diary.

"Do you expect a man who is addicted to knowledge to entertain you warmly?" Mo Qing twisted his wrist and said confidently, "You have to communicate with him well, as it is easy for him to take advantage of you. Those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.

If you make him unhappy, he will make you lose your job."

"You are right." Song Yiyuan was convinced by her.

Although Mo Qing's methods were too rough, Mo Qing was playing the role of "debt collection" and did not show his face or reveal his identity, so he would not cause trouble for them.

In addition, when Mo Qing asked about Jing Su's whereabouts, he was there "to ask for money."

This saves Jingsu's father from being beaten, and when Jingsu comes back, he blames Jingsu again, which makes Jingsu unhappy.

——I didn’t expect Mo Qing to think about things so thoroughly in a short period of time.

After thinking about it for a while, Song Yiyuan decided to praise Mo Qing in his observation diary.

*

When we got back to the car again, it was almost eight o'clock.

Song Yiyuan fastened his seat belt and asked, "Are you still going to follow Deion Alley?"

"go."

"Won't Jiang Ke say anything to you?"

"Won't."

"He is so tolerant of you."

Song Yiyuan never understood why Jiang Ke was so kind to Mo Qing when he was not from the Eighth Base.

Could it be that as Hoss said - Jiang Ke was possessed by evil spirits?

Putting the problem behind, Song Yiyuan drove the car to Ion Lane.

This place is very close to Ion Alley. In less than twenty minutes, Song Yiyuan followed the navigation to Ion Alley. After going around half a circle, he finally saw the "Nine-Story Terrace" sign.

Nine-story Terrace is a two-story bookstore. There is a wooden sign hanging outside, which is written in calligraphy. When it gets dark, it can only be barely legible through neon lights.

Song Yiyuan walked around the neighborhood several times before finding this brand.

"We're here." Song Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"get off."

Mo Qing seemed to be ordering people to do things. He said two words calmly, opened the door and got out of the car.

Song Yiyuan pinched his eyebrows, sighed, and followed Mo Qing.

Entering the door of the bookstore, it was quiet inside, and not a single human voice could be heard. Looking around, Mo Qing found that there was no customer on the first floor, only one living person, sitting at the front desk reading a book.

He was an old man, past his sixties, with gray hair and a long beard, and he seemed somewhat elegant.

"Are you here to buy books?" When he saw Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan, the old man put down his books and said to them, "Textbooks, tutorial books, bestsellers on the first floor, domestic and foreign classics and ancient books on the second floor."

Song Yiyuan got ahead of Mo Qing this time and took the initiative to explain his purpose: "Hello, we are looking for someone."

"Looking for a place to stay?" The old man's eyes paused for a moment on Mo Qing's school uniform, and then he asked doubtfully, "Who are you?"

Song Yiyuan introduced: "I am his class teacher, my name is Song Yiyuan, and she is a classmate of our class."

"Is that because he skipped school?" The old man breathed a sigh of relief and said pleasantly, "He is on the second floor. He has been in the store for several days because of a folk legend."

As he said that, the old man waved his hand: "Take him away quickly, everyone is crazy."

"OK."

Song Yiyuan nodded and then wanted to go to the second floor.

However, Mo Qing still stood there and asked the old man: "What folklore?"


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