Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man Mo Qingjiang engraved Chapter 024 The Longevity Club [01] The whole school is watching a play, mocking Mo Qing
Chapter 024 The Longevity Club [01] The whole school is watching a play, mocking Mo Qing
Late at night, the villa was shrouded in thick darkness, dark clouds covered the moon, and there was no trace of light.
Mo Qing stood on the balcony, answering Huos' call.
"Jiang Ke agreed?" There was a hint of surprise in Huo Si's calm tone.
"Um."
Huo Si felt that Jiang Ke's consent was extremely abnormal and analyzed: "He even knows that you are not related to him by blood, but he still allows you to live in his house. Maybe he has bad intentions. You'd better be careful."
"oh."
"This matter has been spread in the school, and there are many negative remarks against you. Are you really not going to transfer to another school?"
Mo Qing answered perfunctorily: "No."
Isn't it a joke that such a trivial matter could lead to me transferring to another school?
"Then be mentally prepared." Huos still said the same thing, "If anything happens, just come to Song Yiyuan."
"OK."
After chatting for a while, Hoss learned the situation and hung up the phone without saying any more.
Mo Qing did not go back to the bedroom. She leaned on the railing and looked at the scattered lights in the distance. Facing the breeze blowing in her face, she squinted her eyes slightly and filtered through everything that had happened since she woke up.
She woke up, entered Mo's house, and met another him.
Everything seems like an accident or coincidence.
There is also the possibility that there is an invisible hand pushing behind the scenes.
But she couldn't tell whether it was arranged by someone from the moment she revealed Wen Yingxue's and her reversed identities to this point.
*
The next morning, Mo Qing put on his school uniform, pulled on his slippers and went downstairs, where he met Jiang Ke who was having breakfast.
Jiang Ke was wearing a casual shirt, and his clothes were neat and wrinkle-free. He was meticulous from the inside out, and his every move showed nobility and cultivation. He looked very much like the packaged elites Mo Qing saw on TV.
Hold it.
Hearing the footsteps, Jiang Ke raised his eyes and looked over. Seeing the school uniform she was wearing, he asked, "Are you still in school?"
Mo Qing replied: "Up."
Jiang Ke was silent for a second and said, "Let Peng Zhong take you to school later."
"Miss Mo, you're up." Mrs. Chen got up from the kitchen after hearing the sound, with a kind and gentle smile, "Master Jiang asked me to make bean buns, meatloaf, and tofu puffs. You sit down first, and I will serve them to you."
Mo Qing responded, and after Mrs. Chen returned to the kitchen, she walked towards Jiang Ke.
Pulling out the chair, Mo Qing sat down opposite Jiang Ke and asked, "How do you know those are the ones I like?"
A trace of suspicion flashed across Jiang Ke's eyes, and the gaze that fell on Mo Qing was filled with scrutiny and probing: "What do you like?"
"Um."
"Although you have to look at my face when you stay here, you don't have to change your taste to suit me." After a long time, Jiang Ke looked back and said quietly.
"..."
Mo Qing glanced at the sandwich and milk in front of him and hissed, feeling confused.
After Jiang Ke finished eating and left, Mo Qing asked Mrs. Chen about Jiang Ke's taste on weekdays. Mrs. Chen replied: "Jiang's taste is quite simple. However, sometimes he will change the taste and cook something else. Like Miss Mo
I usually make these things you eat. What do you think, Miss Mo, of the taste?"
"……good."
It's no different from what she ate a hundred years ago.
*
Following Jiang Ke's instructions, Peng Zhong chose the most expensive car in the garage and dutifully sent Mo Qing to the No. 1 Affiliated Middle School. His high-profile attitude was eye-catching.
Just as the students who had come to school early were curious, the door opened and saw Mo Qing, one of the people involved in the "real and fake daughter" news that had been widely circulated over the weekend, walking down.
The scene was truly wonderful. The one who hurriedly ate breakfast almost choked to death, the one who took the time to pour water into his mouth almost choked to death, and the one who rode the balance bike to school almost fell to death...
"Is the car rented?"
"Didn't you say that she is a sheep herder in the northwest? Isn't the trenching of the car a bit too much?"
"I heard that the herdsmen who have land and sheep are all invisible rich. They can just stay at home and count their money. However, imposters like Mo Qing are not among them..."
…
Originally, after the news of the "real and fake daughter" had been fermenting for a day or two, the whole school was looking forward to seeing Mo Qing in a miserable, miserable and miserable state on Monday.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qing's appearance was bright and beautiful, breaking the students' illusions and successfully changing the direction of public opinion.
but--
Inevitably, Mo Qing and Wen Yingxue are both the center of the topic.
In the corridor, Mo Qing carried her backpack and walked to the classroom. She saw people gathering at the bulletin board in front of her, laughing and joking, and some voices floated over.
"The art prince is so awesome, he deserves to be an art student. This comic strip is so vivid, isn't it just a chicken and a phoenix? I don't know what kind of arrogance Mo Qing is."
"Hahahaha, there's this poster! It's interesting, applause!"
"Isn't this poster too excessive?" a girl said angrily.
"Your woman is the Holy Mother. She has the nerve to pretend to be her own name, but she still doesn't allow others to make her behavior public?"
"Isn't it true that she acts like a chicken on the outside but acts like a chicken behind her back? The comment of 'ignoring the rules' was made by Mo Sui'an himself in the group."
…
Mo Qing followed the sound and saw a comic strip and a large poster posted on the bulletin board.
The theme of the comic strip is the comparison between her and Wen Yingxue, the phoenix and the native chicken. She kneels on the ground and imitates her, becoming the butt of laughter. The poster uses her photo as the base picture, and is filled with disgusting labels and subtitles, all insulting and belittling.
Tsk.
Mo Qing shook his neck.
However, before she could make any move, a loud voice came from behind—
"Who did this?!"
The person coming is Jiang Qiyi.
His hair was sideways and he didn't wear his school uniform well. He put his coat on his shoulders and carried his backpack with his other hand. Because of his tall stature and the evil aura, he had a strong sense of presence.
Immediately, everyone's eyes were attracted to him, and the noisy voices gradually died down.
"Brother Jiang, are you kidding?"
"Don't be angry."
"It's just that she doesn't know how to be generous and pretends to be your cousin. I'm going to vent your anger on your behalf..."
As he walked to the bulletin board, some boys began to give up.
However, Jiang Qiyi did not accept this trick.
"Sir, who cares about you taking such a breath?"
Jiang Qiyi threw away his backpack, grabbed the nearest person by the collar, and threw him to the bulletin board.
He frowned and his tone was full of anger: "I studied day and night before the high school entrance examination to take the No. 1 High School Affiliated School, not just to be classmates with you idiots!"
The man Jiang Qiyi grabbed was the "Prince of Art" in the mouth of his classmates. He was an art student with a slim build. He was 1.7 meters tall and was not tall enough in front of Jiang Qiyi.
His move silenced the entire audience, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.
Jiang Qiyi is a second-generation rich man who loves sports, studies well, is handsome, and is very popular in school. However, he has a hot temper, often conflicts with others, and has a group of "good buddies". He looks majestic wherever he goes.
No classmates dare to mess with him.
The "Prince of Art" thought he could please Jiang Qiyi, Wen Yingxue, and Mo Sui'an by doing this. Who would have thought that he would overturn the moment he met Jiang Qiyi.
"I'm sorry." The "Prince of Art" apologized.
"Tear up the poster." Jiang Qiyi let go of him and threatened, "Next time, you'll get a demerit!"
Jiang Qiyi was a habitual offender, and being given a demerit was not painful, but the "Prince of Art" was different. Seeing that Jiang Qiyi didn't seem to be lying, he nodded in response, tore up the posters and comic strips in a panic, and ran away in despair.
Jiang Qiyi bent down, picked up the backpack and coat on the ground, and patted the dust.
When I stood up, I saw a group of classmates standing. I raised my eyebrows and said in a teasing and threatening tone: "Why are you standing still, why are you waiting to watch the show?"
Although everyone didn't know why Jiang Qiyi helped Mo Qing since he had been beaten by Mo Qing, they were all afraid of him now, so everyone scattered like birds and beasts, and the corridor was cleared in the blink of an eye.
