Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 5 No. 909 [05] Entrance exam, appalling

First Attached Middle School.

Mo Qing completed the admission procedures, took two slips, and walked out of the Academic Affairs Office.

"Mo Qing?"

A suspicious voice drifted down from the side.

Mo Qing looked up.

The young man who spoke was leaning against the wall, wearing a casual shirt and trousers, with a straight figure.He took off an earphone, held a mobile phone in his hand, and looked sideways. His eyes were like peach blossoms, with the tails of his eyes slightly curved and upturned, showing a sense of casualness.

"It's me." Mo Qing said calmly.

"My name is Song Yiyuan, your homeroom teacher." Song Yiyuan put the earphone and mobile phone in his pocket, walked towards Moqing, reached out to take the list in her hand, folded it twice after confirming that it was correct, "I will help you with the books and school uniform later." You take it, you go with me to take the exam first."

"Oh."

Mo Qing trailed behind him.

"Have you ever been to school?" Song Yiyuan asked casually.

"Ah."

"how long?"

After thinking about it carefully, Mo Qing lazily replied, "A few days."

Dangerous!
Song Yiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately raised his expectations to negative infinity: "Then, are you literate?"

"Knowledge." Mo Qing's tone was casual.

"Oh." Song Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, "I won't ask about foreign languages. What about arithmetic, have you learned addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division?"

"..."

"Have you memorized the ninety-nine multiplication table?"

"..."

"If you want me to tell you, you should hire a tutor for a year or two before experiencing life..." Song Yiyuan regretted letting her into his class, and kept persuading her.

Mo Qing endured and endured, and impatiently, he frowned, and cast a cold stare over him.

Seen by her gaze, Song Yiyuan shivered suddenly, thinking of her "non-human" identity, he sighed inwardly, then pinched three fingers, and swiped at the edge of his mouth, making a "shut up" gesture.

Song Yiyuan arranged a classroom for Mo Qing, but there was no one there.

He asked Mo Qing to sit down at a random place, then walked to the podium, and took out a few test papers, answer sheets, two pens, and a few pieces of draft paper.

"The test questions are selected from the final exam papers of last semester." Song Yiyuan put a bunch of things on Mo Qing's desk. "There are not many questions, so I will give you two hours."

"Row."

Mo Qing casually pulled out a test paper, it was mathematics, she glanced at the question.

"I'll get you your books and school uniform." With one hand clenched on Mo Qing's desk, Song Yiyuan glanced at the front and back doors, and after confirming that there was no one there, he leaned over and whispered, "This is the classroom of our seventh class. Get used to taking books home."

He almost wrote the word "cheating" on his forehead.

"It's too troublesome." Mo Qing picked up a pen and twirled it with his fingers, "Why don't you just give me a standard answer."

"I……"

Song Yiyuan was almost choked to death by her.

Stretching out his finger, Kong Kong nodded at her, Song Yiyuan gritted his teeth: "I have professional ethics."

Anyway, "Ming Lu" was pointed out to Mo Qing, and Song Yiyuan went to get things for Mo Qing after explaining.In order to make time for Mo Qing, he dawdled outside for about an hour before slowly returning with his books and school uniform.

Mo Qing was still working on the questions.

She has a perfunctory attitude, rests on one hand, and writes down a few strokes from time to time.It's like candidates who completely give up on doing the questions and fill in the answers while waiting for the paper to be handed in.

One leg was stretched out on the front bar of the desk. She was wearing shorts. The shape of her legs was exposed, slender and well-proportioned. The soles of her shoes stepped on the bar obliquely. There was a tattoo on one side of her ankle.

Song Yiyuan glanced at it.

"How's the writing going?" Song Yiyuan put the items on the front table and walked over.

Mo Qing glanced at the test paper placed in the upper left corner of the desk.

She finished three subjects, mathematics, physics, and chemistry.The answers are only written on the test paper, not the answer sheet.

Song Yiyuan picked up the test paper she had written, and she wrote the answers to every question, with a fair attitude.However, looking at it, Song Yiyuan felt something was wrong.

"Did Hoss ask you to recite the answers?" Song Yiyuan pressed the test paper on the table, his face turned green.

"No."

Mo Qing's pen tip paused, inexplicable.

"Don't fool me." Song Yiyuan took a breath, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "You wrote all the correct answers, but you only filled in the answers to the big question, not a single step..."

Song Yiyuan knocked on the table in grief: "Didn't you memorize the answer?"

And this answer has no technical content at all!

See through at a glance!
Do you find it troublesome to memorize two more problem-solving steps? !
Mo Qing was speechless.

Is it so hard to do a question?

"Forget it, I don't ask you to get a high score, just forget the answers you memorized." Song Yiyuan pulled out the answer sheet and pressed it on the test paper, "You just fill in the answer sheet and do whatever you want, I'll make it easier for you. "

After a pause, Mo Qing picked up the answer sheet and looked at it twice.

Gee.

There are so many things wrong.

……

After half an hour.

Mo Qing filled in all the answer sheets' choices and filled in the blanks, then tapped on the table to attract Song Yiyuan.

Song Yiyuan approached: "So fast? Let me see..."

5 minutes passed.

Song Yiyuan leaned on the desk, stared at the answer sheet blankly, and lightly touched the back molars with the tip of his tongue.He stretched out his hand, rubbed his cheeks, and chanted "Amitabha" in his heart.

"Very good." Song Yiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, with the corners of his lips turned up, maintaining a stiff smile, and sincerely said to Mo Qing, "You are the student with the most room for development I have ever seen."

Mo Qing only filled in the choices and blanks.

He felt that Mo Qing didn't know any of the questions, the answers were filled in casually, and the correct ones were pure blindness.

Moreover, the accuracy rate is extremely low.

Mo Qing leaned back on the desk and agreed: "I agree with you."

"..."

Song Yiyuan felt that his internal injuries were about to suffocate.

I'm mocking you!
What are you so proud of!
"Da da da."

Someone passed by in the corridor, Song Yiyuan raised his eyes and saw a pretty silhouette of a girl with flowing long hair and an elegant demeanor.Holding the book in her arms, she gradually walked away from her back.

It's Wen Yingxue.

"Did you see that girl who just walked past? She is a transfer student just like you, and she has almost perfect marks in all six subjects! She is known as a genius girl, and she is scheduled to be the No. She, why can't you be her?!"

"...Although I am good at treating diseases, I have never made a breakthrough in the field of mental illness." Mo Qing said slowly.

Song Yiyuan was stunned for two seconds before realizing: "Are you calling me mentally ill?"

"what."

Mo Qing confessed frankly.

Song Yiyuan was so angry that he wanted to turn somersaults.

He turned around twice on the spot, and finally, with his hands on the table, leaned slightly, and said to Mo Qing seriously: "You go back later today, I will make up your lessons for you."

"No time."

"What are you going to do?!" Song Yiyuan collapsed, wanting to grab his hair and pretend to be the roaring emperor, but he still restrained himself, "You are a student, what else do you want to do besides studying?!"

"Read a book."

"What book?" Song Yiyuan was taken aback.

Mo Qing took out his mobile phone and showed him the book list.

Full of books on political science, sociology, medicine, history.It has nothing to do with the college entrance examination.

Song Yiyuan: "..."

An idle student like you would have been immersed in a pig cage in ancient times!

——Oh no, she was already an antique.

*
Song Yiyuan's attempt to retain Mo Qing in the name of "making up lessons" was ultimately unsuccessful.

Mo Qing left the books on the desk in the classroom, took only the school uniform, and left the school accompanied by Song Yiyuan.

Along the way, Song Yiyuan showed the professional ethics of the class teacher, and introduced the school, school rules, and study plans to Mo Qing.

Walking to the school gate, Mo Qing took a look at this handsome teacher who could be graceful when he just shut his mouth. His eyes fell on his well-articulated hands, and he said lazily, "Your hands were destroyed because they were too wordy. ?"

Song Yiyuan froze in place as if a switch had been turned, and closed his mouth.

The dropped hand trembled slightly.He curled up his fingers, his eyes suddenly changed, and a touch of coldness passed by.

"See you tomorrow."

Mo Qing raised his hand and waved it, then turned around, leaving a neat back view.

Looking at Mo Qing's walking figure, Song Yiyuan suppressed the turbulent emotions in his heart, lowered his head, spread his palms, and his fingertips trembled slightly.Then, he slowly clenched his fists again.

a long time.

Song Yiyuan narrowed his eyes and cursed secretly.

fuck.

Hoss even told her about his hand being scrapped? !

　Song Yiyuan: I am also a man with a story.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)