Kneeling and begging the ancestors to be a good man

Chapter 76 Special Grade Teacher [06] Jingsu classmate, folklore
Since Mo Qing won the city's first prize and the special prize, the voices criticizing her in the school have decreased a lot.

The college entrance examination is approaching, and students are putting their minds on their studies.

During the break, the classroom seemed silent, and everyone was immersed in the problems.

The last two periods in the morning were Chinese class. Song Yiyuan came to the classroom 5 minutes early, glanced around, and then went to the back seat by the window—that is, Mo Qing.

He came to find Jiang Qiyi.

"Mr. Song."

Although in Jiang Qiyi's heart, Song Yiyuan was very partial to Mo Qing, but the man was magnanimous, and he would not disrespect Song Yiyuan because of it.

Song Yiyuan frowned, and asked, "Jing Su didn't come to class today, do you know why?"

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

"He is as strong as a bull on the court, and he has been on sick leave for almost a week." Song Yiyuan asked, "Aren't you on good terms with him? Do you have any inside information?"

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

Song Yiyuan sized him up: "Really?"

Jiang Qiyi affirmed: "No."

"Okay." Song Yiyuan nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

"Are you worried about his gambling father?" Jiang Qiyi pondered something, and suddenly said, "He was indeed beaten by his alcoholic father, but that was three years ago, and now his father wants to do it, only the one who was beaten by him share."

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

"Who said it?"

In winter, Shen Qi came over with a piece of ice cream in his hand, and two more in his hand, and distributed them to Mo Qing and Min Chang in the front seat.

Jiang Qiyi looked at her with accusing eyes.

Shen Qi spread his hands, saying that it was not for you.

"Eat less in cold weather." Song Yiyuan said worriedly, and then answered Shen Qi, "We are talking about Jingsu."

Shen Qi kicked the stool away, walked in, got down, and wondered: "Isn't he a grade higher than us?"

Song Yiyuan explained: "He didn't take the exam last year, so he repeated it."

Shen Qi asked: "Why?"

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

Shen Qi: "Oh."

She had been in class for a month or two, but she hadn't observed the other students, let alone discovered the existence of Jing Su.

"You knew 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 hiding anything.After finishing speaking, she took a bite of the ice cream, and Song Yiyuan's teeth chattered.

It's good to be young.

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

*
It was getting 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 list of books in her hand, and she browsed by the light on the side of the road.

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

Mo Qing stopped.

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

"Ask Teacher Zhang for some advice."

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

"Is Peng Zhong coming to pick you up?"

"Didn't let him come."

Song Yiyuan glanced at his wristwatch and greeted him, "Get on the bus, I'll take you to the subway station."

Mo Qing did not refuse, folded the book list, walked to the side of the co-pilot, opened the door and sat in it.

Song Yiyuan started the car, and asked curiously, "Are you still investigating the old man?"

"Ah."

"Who?"

"You do not know."

Song Yiyuan wasn't depressed, he joked to himself, "All right, I'm not professional."

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

"Working overtime, the study committee's grades have dropped, and the parents called me to analyze it for an hour. It's exhausting." Song Yiyuan said, "I have to visit my home later, and I won't be able to get home until midnight."

"Who is visiting?"

"Jing Su." Song Yiyuan clicked his tongue, "This kid has asked for sick leave and hasn't come to school for a few days. I'll go and have a look. You know him?"

"Ah."

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

Song Yiyuan complained: "No one is worry-free."

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

"Huh?" Song Yiyuan asked incredulously, "What are you going to do?"

"Caring for classmates." Mo Qing casually found a reason to fool her.

Licking the corner of his lips, Song Yiyuan looked at Mo Qing like a ghost: "Do you know him, and he only cares about his classmates?"

"I'm interested in all the students who are fooling around in Ion Lane." Mo Qing opened a book, and unhurriedly found the place where the previous pages were sandwiched, "Drive your car."

Song Yiyuan's mood was inexplicable and complicated.

After a while, he stopped the car.

Mo Qing raised his eyelids and looked sideways at him.

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

Mo Qing: "...let's go buy it."

Song Yiyuan went to buy some food, the two settled their food and clothing problems in the car, and then Song Yiyuan drove the car to Jing Su's residence.

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

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

"The village in the city, this is the former countryside." Song Yiyuan said, "Jing Su's father is addicted to gambling. Five years ago, he lost all the family car and his wife ran away. He had no money, so he took Jing Su to live in the village." Here, the rent is very low.”

Mo Qing clapped his hands together: "Oh."

"Jiang Qiyi said that Jing Su worked to earn money for his studies, and his father couldn't give him a penny."

Mo Qing said, "Better than Min Chang."

Song Yiyuan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head: "It's different, not everyone has the ability of Min Chang."

Just Min Chang's learning ability is beyond the reach of ordinary people.People like Mo Qing, Shen Qi, and Min Chang who have a bright head and can understand a little bit are all gifted by God.

Mo Qing was noncommittal.

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

He glanced at the second floor and found a room with a light on, and said, "Should be at home. Do you want to go up together?"

"Ah."

Mo Qing closed the book.

Pushing open the car door, Mo Qing squinted his eyes as snow particles drifted over in the wind.The snow has fallen heavier and the temperature has dropped.

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

"not cold."

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

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

"On the second floor." Song Yiyuan looked at the open stairs, "Go straight up."

After finding a door, Song Yiyuan checked the address carefully, and then knocked on the door with his fingers.

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

The room that was still lit was suddenly darkened, and there were faint rustling sounds from inside.

After knocking on the door, Song Yiyuan couldn't figure it out, and asked inexplicably, "Why is the light off?"

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

Song Yiyuan was startled, feeling something was wrong, and opened his mouth: "What do you want to do—"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Mo Qing kicking the door, only to hear a "bang", the door bounced open and hit the wall hard, making a loud noise.

The next moment, Mo Qing entered 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 to the door of the bedroom, he saw a figure had already climbed up the window, and Mo Qing came to the window like a burst of lightning, grabbed the man who was about to jump down by the back collar, and pulled him back directly. Press down on the ground.

Then, there was a scream.

"..."

Song Yiyuan's heart was hopeless.

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

"Good man, spare your life, good man, spare your life, I will definitely pay it back when I have money..." A middle-aged man lay on the ground begging for mercy, not even daring to look at Mo Qing.

It was pitch black inside.

Mo Qing was standing next to the middle-aged man, the wind blowing in from the window stirred the hem of her school uniform.She looked coldly at the middle-aged man lying on the ground.

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

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

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

Mo Qing asked in a cold voice: "Should I say it?"

"I said I said." The middle-aged man trembled and said hastily, "He left early and returned late these days, but I know that he is on the ninth floor of Ion Lane. It is a bookstore."

"You better not be lying."

After the words fell, Mo Qing let him go.

However, just when the middle-aged man was about to continue begging for mercy, Mo Qing slashed him on the back of the neck with a knife, he got stuck, and passed out on the ground.

Glancing at the middle-aged man who smelled of alcohol with disgust, Mo Qing straightened up, glanced at the door, then strode over and said, "Let's go, Nine-story Terrace."

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

"Do you expect a blogger to entertain you enthusiastically?" Mo Qing twisted his wrist and said confidently, "You have to communicate with him well, and he will easily catch you. Barefoot people are not afraid of wearing shoes. If you make him unhappy, he can make you lose your job."

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

Although Mo Qing's methods are too rough, but Mo Qing is playing the role of "debt collector", without showing his face or revealing his identity, he will not cause trouble for them.

In addition, when Mo Qing asked about Jing Su's whereabouts, he went there for "asking for money".

To save Jing Su's father from being beaten, and when Jing Su came back, he would blame Jing Su again and make Jing Su unhappy.

——I didn't expect Mo Qing to consider things so thoroughly in such a short period of time.

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

*
When I 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 Ion Lane?"

"go."

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

"will not."

"He was very kind to you."

Song Yiyuan has never figured out why Jiang Ke is not from the eighth base, so why he treats Mo Qing so well.

Could it be true what Huoss said—Jiang Ke was bewitched?

Putting the question behind him, Song Yiyuan drove to Ion Lane.

It is very close to Ion Alley. In less than 10 minutes, Song Yiyuan followed the navigation to Ion Alley. After going around half a circle, he finally saw the signboard of "Nine Floors Terrace".

Nine-floor Terrace is a two-story bookstore. There is a wooden sign outside, which is written with a calligraphy brush. When it gets dark, it can only be barely recognized by the neon lights.

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

"It's here." Song Yiyuan heaved a sigh of relief.

"get off."

Mo Qing seemed to be someone who ordered people to do things. He said two words lightly, 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, there is silence inside, not a single human voice can be heard.Scanning around, Mo Qing found that there was no guest on the first floor, only a living person sitting at the front desk reading a book.

It was an old man, in his sixtieth year, with gray hair and a long beard, with a bit of elegance.

"Are you here to buy books?" Seeing Mo Qing and Song Yiyuan, the old man put down the books and said to them, "On the first floor are textbooks, tutorial books, bestsellers, and on the second floor are domestic and foreign classics and ancient books."

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

"Looking for Jing Su?" The old man paused for a moment on Mo Qing's school uniform, and then asked suspiciously, "Who are you?"

Song Yiyuan introduced: "I am his head teacher, called Song Yiyuan, and she is a classmate in our class."

"Is that so, because of his skipping class?" The old man breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a pleasant face, "He's on the second floor. He's been in the store for several days because of a folklore."

As he said that, the old man waved his hand: "Hurry up and take him away, everyone is insane."

"Row."

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

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

(End of this chapter)