Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 4 Number 909 [04] Peace and prosperity, as you wish

After wandering around for a day, Mo Qing was sent back by Hoss around nine o'clock.

Back in the living room, Mo Qing immediately saw Jiang Ke sitting on the sofa reading a book.Mrs. Mo and Mo Suian were not there.

"Where have you been?"

With a slight lift of his finger, Jiang Ke closed the book, his voice was low, and he raised his eyes to look over, his aura was calm and pretentious.

“A day trip to the city.”

Mo Qing walked over with the book and the bag in his arms.Under the dark blue denim shorts, two straight and slender legs were white and eye-catching.

She is calm and unhurried, with a leisurely posture, without any fear or caution.

"With whom?"

"Hoss." Mo Qing put down the shopping bag, sat on the sofa, folded his legs wide open, leaned forward, raised his slender arms lightly, took a bite of the strawberry on the coffee table, "Send it to me The policeman who returned to Mo's house."

It's honest.

However, which kind-hearted policeman would arrange a school for you and buy you so many things?
Putting the book on the coffee table, Jiang Ke glanced at the shopping bag intentionally or unintentionally, and asked in a deep voice, "What did you buy?"

"clothing."

"Who paid for it?"

"Hoth."

Mo Qing replied nonchalantly.

Jiang Ke looked for guilt, nervousness, and shyness on her face, but he didn't see anything, only her frankness and fearlessness.So, he took a deep breath and took out a black card from his wallet.

He held the black card and handed it over: "Swipe this card later with money."

"why?"

Today, Huo Si gave Mo Qing a popular science on the payment method, and Mo Qing knew that there was a bank card.She took the black card and turned it over to study it, looking very interested.

But not a trace of greed.

"I'm your elder, so I should give you money." Jiang Ke's dark eyes were heavy, meaning unclear, and he said nonsense that even he didn't believe, "He is not related to you, so you can't spend her money."

"elder?"

Mo Qing paused for a moment, her eyes fixed on his eyebrows.

Familiar and unfamiliar.

After a while, Mo Qing gently shook the finger holding the black card: "Okay."

After eating some fruit, Mo Qing picked up the books and shopping bags and went upstairs.

Jiang Ke looked at her slender back, raised his eyebrows, and suddenly realized something.

wrong.

He obviously wanted to educate her, so why didn't he say anything serious, but instead gave her a card?

*
The books Huos found for Mo Qing were all basic, but very useful, much more useful than the bits and pieces of knowledge found on the Internet.

After Mo Qing returned to his room, he took a shower, took a book, and sat at the desk to read it.

When you look at it, you can see the night.

Feeling sleepy after reading a book, Mo Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, got up and walked to the balcony, the cool night breeze brushed against his cheeks and shook his hair, bringing him a bit of comfort and laziness.

Under the night, the lights are sporadic, and it is peaceful.

The era has moved forward a hundred years, and the devastated city has taken on a new look.On this day, she saw people live and work in peace and contentment, happy and healthy, saw the advancement of science and technology and convenience for the people, and saw the past being forgotten and history being dusted.

She lives in war, sleeps in peace.

Why did she wake up when the era didn't need her?
——"Mo Qing, I hope you were born in a peaceful and prosperous age. In that era, no one gave you any mission. You don't need to take a gun or use a knife. Society is diverse, inclusive, and free. Different races, cultures, Thinking can coexist, no one will treat you with prejudice, discrimination, or dissent, and you will be a living person, our kind."

The moonlight poured down like a tulle, and Mo Qing looked up at the sky.

The mountains and rivers remain the same.

Changing times.

She has witnessed the era when corpses were everywhere, wars were raging, and people were in dire straits. Everything has become a dream, and now, she will witness whether the brand-new era he described is as they wished.

……

Because she slept late, when Mo Qing woke up, it was already high in the sun.

Mrs. Mo was afraid of her and didn't let anyone wake her up.

When Mo Qing went downstairs, he ran into Mrs. Mo who happened to be going out.Mrs. Mo glanced at her and paused.

"The driver has already sent Suian to school." Madam Mo said lightly, keeping a cool and distanced distance, "I have something to go out, so I don't have time. You can go there by yourself."

She deliberately didn't mention the matter of living expenses to Mo Qing.

No matter how capable Mo Qing is, he is no more than a middle school student after all.Without a source of income, what would Mo Qing use to fight her?When Mo Qing is in trouble for money, it will be the time for her to regain the dignity of her elders.

"Ah."

Mo Qing responded casually, with a hint of arrogance lingering on his brows and eyes, with a taste of "I approve".

It looked like Mrs. Mo was reporting something to her.

"..."

Mrs. Mo almost vomited to death.

She deliberately dawdled while going out, waiting for Mo Qing to worry about tuition fees, travel, registration, etc., and turned to her for help, but she dawdled for a long time only to see Mo Qing eating breakfast leisurely, and almost had a heart attack.

The child who grew up herding sheep really has an empty head and doesn't think about anything!
After Mrs. Mo left, Mo Qing ate breakfast in a leisurely manner, and then, under Mama Yang's vigilant gaze, went out slowly, booked a car with her mobile phone, and headed to No. [-] High School.

at the same time.

Song Yiyuan, the head teacher of Class [-] and [-] of the No. [-] Attached High School, was sitting in the office digging the table.

He clearly has a handsome and attractive face, but at this moment he is staring at a middle-aged teacher with a wrinkled face and a potbellied belly, his eyes are full of envy and hatred.

"……Ha ha."

The middle-aged teacher took a sip of tea, looked at the test paper in his hand, couldn't hold back his laughter, and laughed happily.

Song Yiyuan patted the table: "Mr. Li, if you're happy, it's too much to be happy!"

"Haha." Seeing his provocation, the middle-aged teacher finally stopped holding back, and persuaded hypocritically after the music was over, "Mr. Xiao Song, please stop fighting. A student with excellent grades was transferred from our school. A good thing. It doesn't matter which class you are in."

Song Yiyuan: "..."

I bother!

You are all standing in my way on my way to being rated as a special teacher!
"What's more, didn't the school arrange another transfer student in your class?" The middle-aged teacher smiled like a flower, "Maybe she has better grades."

"she--"

Song Yiyuan gritted his teeth.

This year, there are two students transferred in the third year of high school.

One is Wen Yingxue, who used to be a student of Dishi No. [-] Middle School, the first in grade, and a well-deserved top student.Just now she made a set of entrance examination papers, and she got almost full marks in all the homework, which stunned the teachers in the whole office.

Such a coveted Miao Miao was assigned to Teacher Li's third class.

Half an hour has passed, and Teacher Li is still grinning from ear to ear.

Another transfer student is Collection 909, also known as Mo Qing.He was assigned to Song Yiyuan's seventh class.

Song Yiyuan felt that he was going to be dragged to death.

——How can you expect an old antique from a hundred years ago to be scored in the current middle school test paper?
——If she doesn't give you a blank paper, you have to praise her for her serious attitude, give her a thumbs up and say: good job.

　Song Yiyuan: QAQ, I'm so flustered.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)