Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 24 The Longevity Association [01] The whole school watched a play, mocking Mo Qing

In the middle of the night, the villa was shrouded in thick darkness, and the moon was covered by dark clouds, so there was no light to be seen.

Mo Qing stood on the balcony, answering Hoth's call.

"Jiang Ke agreed?" There was a trace of surprise in Huos' calm tone.

"Ah."

Huoss felt that Jiang Ke's consent was extremely abnormal, and analyzed: "He knows that you are not related to him by blood, and you are allowed to live in his house. Maybe you are not kind. You'd better be careful."

"Oh."

"This matter has been spread in the school, and there are many unfavorable opinions about you. You really don't want to transfer?"

Mo Qing replied perfunctorily, "No."

Wouldn't it be a joke for such a trivial matter to cause a transfer to another school?

"Then you should be mentally prepared." Hoss said the same thing, "If you need anything, call Song Yiyuan."

"Row."

After chatting for a few words, Hoss didn't say any more after learning about the situation, and hung up the phone.

Mo Qing didn't go back to the bedroom, leaning against the railing, looking at the scattered lights in the distance, facing the breeze blowing on his face, he narrowed his eyes slightly, and filtered out everything that happened since he woke up.

She wakes up, enters Mo's house, and meets another him.

Everything seems like an accident or a coincidence.

The possibility of an invisible hand behind the push is also not ruled out.

But she couldn't judge whether it was arranged by someone from the time she picked out Wen Yingxue's and her reversed identities to this step.

*
In the early morning of the next day, Mo Qing put on his uniform, pulled on his slippers and went downstairs, and saw Jiang Ke who was having breakfast.

Jiang Ke was wearing a casual shirt. He was neat and wrinkle-free. He was meticulous from the inside to the outside. His every move was dignified and self-cultivated, just like the packaged elites Mo Qing saw on TV.

carrying.

Hearing footsteps, Jiang Ke looked up and saw the school uniform she was wearing, and asked, "Still going to 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." Aunt Chen got up from the kitchen with a gentle smile, "Master Jiang ordered me to make bean buns, meat pies, and tofu nao. Sit down first, and I'll 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 that I like those?"

Suspicion flashed across Jiang Ke's eyes, and the eyes that fell on Mo Qing were scrutinized and probing: "You like it?"

"Ah."

"Although you live here depending on my face, you don't have to change your taste to cater to me." Jiang Ke said quietly after a long time, looking away.

"..."

Mo Qing glanced at the sandwich and milk in front of him, and hissed, inevitably bewildered.

After Jiang Ke finished eating and left, Mo Qing asked Aunt Chen about the taste of Jiang Ke on weekdays, and Aunt Chen replied: "Master Jiang's taste is quite simple. However, sometimes I will change the taste and do something else. Like Miss Mo I usually cook the dishes you eat. How do you like the taste, Miss Mo?"

"……good."

It is no different from what she ate 100 years ago.

*
With Jiang Ke's order, Peng Zhong chose the most expensive car in the garage, and dutifully sent Mo Qing to the No. [-] High School with a high-profile posture that made people look sideways.

Just as the students who came to the school early were curious, the door opened, and Mo Qing, one of the parties involved in the "true and false daughter" news that was widely circulated over the weekend, came down.

That scene was really exciting. Those who hurried to eat breakfast almost choked to death, those who took the time to pour water into their mouths almost choked to death, and those who walked to school on a balance bike almost fell to death...

"Is the car rented?"

"Didn't you say that she herded sheep in the northwest? Isn't the trench a little too much?"

"I heard that the herdsmen who have land and sheep are invisible rich people. It's good for them to stay at home and count their money. However, a fake daughter like Mo Qing is not among them..."

……

Originally, after one or two days of fermenting the news of the "true and fake daughter", the whole school was looking forward to seeing Mo Qing in a mess, desolation, and pitiful appearance on Monday.

Unexpectedly, when Mo Qing appeared bright and beautiful, he shattered the illusions of the students, and at the same time successfully reversed the direction of public opinion.

but--

Inevitably, Mo Qing and Wen Yingxue were the center of the topic.

In the corridor, Mo Qing was walking towards the classroom with his backpack in his hands. He saw people gathering at the bulletin board in front of him, laughing and joking, and some voices floated over.

"The art prince is so awesome, he is indeed an art student. This comic is so vivid, isn't it just a chicken and a phoenix? I don't know what Mo Qing is so proud of."

"Hahahaha and this poster! Interesting, applaud!"

"Isn't this poster too much?" A girl said angrily.

"Your woman is the Holy Mother. She has the face to impersonate, and you are not allowed to make her behavior public?"

"She's a chicken on the surface, but she's also a chicken behind the scenes. Isn't it true? The evaluation of 'unchecked' was said by Mo Suian himself in the group."

……

Mo Qing followed the sound and saw a comic book and a large poster posted on the bulletin board.

The theme of the comic strip is the comparison between her and Wen Yingxue, Fenghuang and Tuji. She knelt on the ground and acted like a fool, becoming a laughing stock.The poster is based on her photo, filled with unsightly labels and subtitles, full of insults and belittlement.

Gee.

Mo Qing shook his neck.

However, before she could make a move, a loud voice came from behind——

"Who did it?!"

The person who came was Jiang Qiyi.

His hair was bristling, and his school uniform didn't fit well. He put his coat on his shoulders and carried his backpack in the other hand. Because of his tall stature and his evil spirit, he had a strong sense of presence.

Immediately, everyone's eyes were attracted by him, and the noisy voice gradually subsided.

"Brother Jiang, are you kidding me?"

"do not be angry."

"That's right, she pretends to be your cousin without knowing the heights of the heavens and the earth, and I'm doing it for you..."

As he walked to the bulletin board, some boys began to confess.

Unfortunately, Jiang Qiyi doesn't like this.

"My lord, who cares about you taking such a breath?"

Jiang Qiyi threw the backpack away, grabbed the collar of the nearest person, and swung him to the bulletin board.

His eyebrows were pressed down, and his tone was full of anger: "I studied day and night before the high school entrance examination for the No. [-] High School, not to be classmates with you idiots!"

The man Jiang Qiyi was holding was the "Prince of Art" in the eyes of his classmates. He was an art student, with a thin body and a height of 1.7 meters. He was not enough to look at in front of Jiang Qiyi.

His move silenced the audience, and no one dared to step forward to stop him.

Jiang Qiyi is a rich second generation, loves sports, studies well, looks handsome, and is very popular in school.But he has a violent temper and often clashes with others. He also has a group of "good buddies" who are majestic wherever he goes. No classmates dare to provoke him.

The "Prince of Art" did this, thinking that he could please Jiang Qiyi, Wen Yingxue, and Mo Suian. Who would have thought that just meeting Jiang Qiyi would overturn his car.

"I'm sorry." The "Prince of Fine Arts" apologized.

"Tear up the poster." Jiang Qiyi let go of him, threatening, "There will be another time, just wait and remember!"

Jiang Qiyi is a habitual offender, and his demerits are not painful, but the "Prince of Fine Arts" is different. Seeing that Jiang Qiyi doesn't seem to be lying, he hurriedly nodded in response, tore up the posters and comic strips in a panic, and fled in desperation.

Jiang Qiyi bent down, picked up the backpack and coat on the ground, and patted the dust.

When I got up, I saw a group of classmates standing there, raised their eyebrows, and said mockingly and threateningly: "Why are you standing still, waiting to see the play?"

Although everyone didn't know why Jiang Qiyi was beaten up by Mo Qing, why he still helped Mo Qing, but now they were all afraid of him, so they scattered like birds and beasts, and the corridor was emptied in a blink of an eye.

There is only one Moqing left.

　Today's uprising classmates have stood up~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)