I’m Your Mother-in-law

Another person rushed in in the bathroom, Meng Rui grabbed the door panel tremblingly, and stared nervously at the person standing in front of the mirror who was her body but not her—

"grandmother?"

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other, and Chen Qing asked, "What's going on?"

Meng Rui hesitated, she lowered her head, rubbed her fingers nervously, and from time to time aimed at her grandma who was waiting for her response, her face turned pale.

Her voice was barely audible: "Grandma, can you come to my room."

Chen Qing thought that some people in this world had supernatural abilities, and she or her granddaughter Meng Rui was one of them, but what Meng Rui wanted to say seemed to be completely different.

"Grandma, can you go to school instead of me?"

Chen Qing didn't understand.

Meng Rui seemed to be extremely frightened, and stood in a huddle, Chen Qing frowned, calling Meng Rui according to what the original owner called in his memory: "Xiao Rui, can you tell me first, what's going on? ?"

Meng Rui lowered her head and refused to speak.

Chen Qing thought it was ridiculous: "Do you have the ability to swap bodies with me?"

Meng Rui shook her head.

"Then do you know why this happened?"

Meng Rui's expression was tangled, and Chen Qing thought for a while: "Xiao Rui, just tell me why this happened, and I'll go to school today instead of you."

"Then can you not blame me? Don't scold me?"

Chen Qing nodded.

Meng Rui glanced at Chen Qing cautiously, and hid further: "I made a birthday wish last week, I want to stay at home like milk every Monday and not go to school. Then when I came together today, I found that I have become With you, I don't have to go to class."

Chen Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, it was incredible, is Artemis (1) helping birthdays come true these days so random and unscientific?

"Meng Rui - you're going to be late, do you know? I call you every day, aren't high school seniors conscious?"

Tao Lili pushed open the door of the room and saw her mother-in-law. Tao Lili was stunned for a long time, then stammered and opened her mouth: "Mom, why are you here? Are you healthy? This—"

She looked at her mother-in-law who was standing in the room, and Meng Rui, who was sitting on the bed with her brows furrowed. She couldn't understand the situation for a while.

"Xiaorui, go to school and buy steamed buns on the way."

This "Chen Qing" seemed extremely nervous, and quickly walked out of "Meng Rui"'s room. Tao Lili still didn't understand why her mother-in-law was in her daughter's room early in the morning. What did your milk tell you? You won't speak ill of your mother, will you?"

"Meng Rui" blinked: "No, my milk woke me up."

"Will she wake you up? It's really weird..." Tao Lili said to herself, and then suddenly became fierce: "Why are you still wearing pajamas? Hurry up and change your clothes to go to school! What a worry!"

So Chen Qing was forced to go to school.

It has been a long time since Chen Qing walked into the campus with her schoolbag and school uniform on her back, at least for hundreds of years. This statement is not surprising. She boasted that after a few more worlds, she could step into the level of a thousand-year-old monster with one foot.

Meng Rui hates Mondays at school, because every Monday the school has a morning run. She always runs and becomes the last one in the team. The classmates will laugh at her.

Chen Qing received Meng Rui's memory. This public high school is not good, especially the phenomenon of bullying classmates. As the fattest fat man in the class with average grades, Meng Rui was reduced to the lowest end of the food chain.

Chen Qing walked into the class. There were black footprints on her seat. It rained this morning, and the footprints were still wet. Chen Qing raised his head and scanned the classroom. There were few classmates in the classroom who did not claim the footprints.

She took a tissue and wiped off the footprints. When her hand touched the table, the picture of the table being kicked over by a female classmate came to her mind.

Chen Qing's hand froze.

Chen Qing then wiped the four corners of the table, and out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a classmate looking at her secretly.

Chen Qing turned his gaze, and the bespectacled female student immediately turned her head and continued to read with her head lowered.

Jiang Lei, the study committee member, is the top three in the class in terms of academic performance, but has a very low sense of presence in the class.

Chen Qing took out the homework that Meng Rui had done over the weekend from her schoolbag. She flipped through it roughly. There were three main courses in foreign languages, plus the workbook of politics, history and geography. Meng Rui chose liberal arts.

She put her homework on the upper right corner of the desk and was about to take out the textbook and look over it when the bell rang suddenly.

"Out for a run."

Chen Qing met Meng Rui's head teacher, a gentle-looking female teacher. Chen Qing followed her classmates out of the classroom, and the group gathered in the large playground listening to the school's bell.

The autumn wind blew, the physical education teacher whistled, and the third graders ran around the track one after the other. Chen Qing was in the queue. She just realized that she seemed to be in the wrong place, running at a constant speed, but in twos and threes. Several girls squeezed her and ran in front of her, and by the way, they looked back at her.

The memory from Meng Rui resurfaced. It turned out that her granddaughter was always the last in the class.

Chen Qing ran out of breath, Meng Rui's body was too fat, and she would get tired after walking for a long time, let alone running.

The students in the third grade (3) class were surprised to see that Meng Rui did not fall at the end of the entire grade today, but ran with the class.

Chen Qing was the last to walk into the classroom and saw more than a dozen new faces that he hadn't met just now. Among them, the one with dyed hair was the one who kicked on her desk.

Chen Qing returned to her seat, she pulled out the chair, and there were black footprints on it.

When the classmates thought that "Meng Rui" would keep his head down as usual and wipe his footprints dry when nothing happened——

"Meng Rui" raised her head and said in a calm voice, "I want to ask, which classmate likes to step on my chair? At least let me know whose footprints are 37 yards away?"

The classmates were stunned.

A small group of students from the third and third grades whispered, and most of them pretended not to hear anything, bowing their heads and doing their own thing.

"I ask again, who in particular likes to leave footprints on my chair?"

"It's me, what's the matter? I don't need to stand on a chair to clean the blackboard, what's wrong with borrowing yours?"

An arrogant voice sounded.

Chen Qing looked at the past lightly, sitting in the fourth row, by the window, the female classmate who was now leaning on the chair raised her chin, Erlang's legs were shaking vigorously.

He Wenya has bad grades and a bad family, but she likes to bully people, especially Meng Rui.

"I don't know why, but I think your chair is so big that it's the most comfortable to stand up."

The class rustled with laughter, and the mocking eyes from all directions did not hide it at all.

Chen Qing suddenly smiled at He Wenya: "Oh, yes."

She grabbed her chair and walked to the podium, the legs of the chair dragged the ground with a harsh sound of "Zizzi-",

She passed the students on the left and right, and they looked at her in surprise, but "Meng Rui" ignored her and just walked forward.

"Meng Rui" picked up the chair with one hand and put it next to the blackboard, where it was originally designed for people to stand up to clean the blackboard, and then turned to He Wenya and said:

"It's the same size."

He Wenya's arrogant expression was cracked, "Meng Rui" bent her mouth and her eyes were light: "But since you like to step on my chair to clean the blackboard, then use it for you, don't thank me."

She put her chair in front of the blackboard, then dragged up another chair and walked to the back of the classroom "Zizzizi".

The atmosphere in the classroom was almost frozen.

Chen Qing took out the wet tissue in slow motion, wiped the chair, then sat on the chair and lowered his head to read.

- "Is Meng Rui crazy? She's so scary today!"

The first message appeared in the QQ group of twenty people,

——"My mother, I almost thought she was going to hit someone, do you see how ugly He Wenya's face is?"

——"I see, but I don't like He Wenya anyway, just watching a play."

One after another, the mobile phone beeps, and some students suddenly look left and right, and the other hand under the desk firmly presses the volume button to reduce the sound.

Chen Qing didn't take Meng Rui's mobile phone to class, so she wasn't sure if Meng Rui was in this crowd that seemed to be very lively.

Chen Qing determined that Meng Rui had been bullied at school. She bent down to pick up the pen that had fallen on the ground, raised her head, and saw two people snickering at her in front of her.

On the test paper that was handed out last week, her paper had dirt on it.

Chen Qing tried to search Meng Rui's memory, but never found her asking for help from teachers, especially the head teacher who taught history. Chen Qing had a good impression of this female teacher, she spoke softly and softly, and smiled at the students.

But in the history class in the afternoon, Chen Qing knew why Meng Rui didn't ask the teacher for help.

Wherever the head teacher, Mr. Gu, said, Chen Qing turned to the book. The book contained key points drawn by her granddaughter Meng Rui's highlighter. History class was always sleepy, even if she was a senior in high school.

Suddenly, Teacher Gu asked:

"Meng Rui, come and recite the historical significance of the 1911 Revolution."

Chen Qing really couldn't recite it at the moment. If she was given time to re-remember, she might be able to recall it, but now she has not reviewed history in several lifetimes.

She flipped through the Revolution of 1911, and it was the review content for the next lesson. Chen Qing was not going to stand and waste other students' time: "Mr. Gu, I can't recite it, but can I read it? The historical significance of the 1911 Revolution is that it overthrew—"

"I told you to memorize it, who asked you to read it?"

Teacher Gu frowned: "Meng Rui, stand at the back of the classroom, stop listening to the class."

Chen Qing couldn't believe her eyes and ears. She, an old monster, has never seen such treatment. Could it be that Teacher Gu punishes students for failing to memorize books by this means?

But it doesn't seem to be. For example, another student sitting in the front row did not recite it, but did not stand at the back of the classroom.

She stood at the back of the classroom holding a history book, and He Wenya showed her a sarcastic smile, as if the classmates regarded her as air.

Chen Qing suddenly felt that she had done something wrong. In this class, no one would help Meng Rui. She seemed a little less submissive today. If she came back tomorrow, Meng Rui would still be timid and fearful. Would He Wenya not be? Will it get worse?

It's like an endless loop with no way out.

The author has something to say: (1) When ancient Greece worshipped the goddess of the moon Artemis, it originally lit oak torches, and later evolved into offering desserts and lighting candles, and later evolved into eating cakes and inserting candles on birthdays, blowing them out and making a wish , the moon goddess will bless the wish to come true. 【Du Niang】