Zhou Yuan bit his pen and worked hard on his homework, but he was really unable to solve the last few questions.
Mu Qingyun heard the sound of her biting the tip of her pen, glanced at it, stood up and walked over to look at the title carefully. Well, it was the cookie she had just eaten recently. The two cars set off one after the other. , one goes up the slope and the other goes on the flat road, when will they meet.
There were also related variations of this question, and she only had more than twenty of them, which was a pleasure.
Easily write down detailed steps.
"understand?"
Zhou Yuan's little ears were red and he kept nodding.
Mu Qingyun then came back and sat down, and saw a faint smile in Jia Junhao's eyes.
"What are you laughing at?"
Jia Junhao smiled.
"nothing."
He just suddenly felt that Classmate Mu, Mr. Qiao, and Mr. Xiao Fang were somewhat similar at a certain moment.
For a moment, I was in a trance, and my thoughts were racing inexplicably, as if I had heard Mr. Qiao and Mr. Xiao Fang say before that classmate Mu was a beauty.
The two people talked a little carelessly, appearing to be extremely objective and not mixed with any of their own emotions.
The more so, the more surprising it is.
When it comes to good looks in this world, there are many, cool ones, handsome ones, charming ones, cute ones, there are countless.
As for Classmate Mu, her facial features are not bad and are malleable, but even if she had not wasted these more than ten years, she was born in Jinxiu and was raised pampered. Her facial features are probably above average, so she might be considered beautiful in the eyes of ordinary people. .
At best, it would not attract the attention of people like Mr. Qiao, let alone sigh.
Jia Junhao used to think that Mr. Qiao and the others meant that Classmate Mu had beautiful bones.
Jia Junhao's own bones are good. His master said that people like him were born in the wrong era. If they were born in the early stage of the catastrophe, they could become saints.
Learning literature can rule the world.
Learning martial arts can bring chaos to the world.
Learning mysteries can confuse the world.
It's a pity that in this world, there is no room for saints in this world.
Classmate Mu's bone structure has also become perfect. Jia Junhao feels that he is even better than himself, so he is worthy of his reputation.
But recently, Jia Junhao actually saw some familiar shadows in the ordinary appearance of classmate Mu.
He remembered the day when he first met Mr. Qiao and Xiao Fang. It was New Year's Eve, and the old people from several families gathered together, and the young people were also together.
Speaking of which, the businesses they do are somewhat transcendent from the world, and may not be ordinary in people's eyes. But when he first saw Mr. Qiao and Mr. Xiao Fang, he felt that the two of them were in these unusual situations. Still out of place in the crowd.
They have their own world, and there is a huge abyss between them and the outside world, which is difficult to cross.
Jia Junhao suddenly closed his eyes, put his hand on his forehead, and sighed.
Mu Qingyun: "Pfft."
Wang Mengmeng actually saw it very vaguely, her eyes were light and evasive.
But in fact, if she had to look at it openly, Jia Junhao would feel much better. But now that she looks at it like this, it is sharp and painful.
Usually when Jia Junhao sees such a look, he will immediately draw his sword.
Too bad it doesn't work here.
Wang Mengmeng came over and whispered: "Aqing, do you like this?"
Mu Qingyun: "..."
Recently, she has been having a little trouble at school. It seems that all the students are ready to start dating. They all think that everyone has grown up and should start dating.
Now a small number of people think she still likes Zhao Yang.
Others said that Zhang Lan from No. 1 Middle School liked her.
Not to mention Wang Mengmeng, even Fang Mo, who was somewhat aloof, was also very concerned about this.
Mu Qingyun thought for a moment: "I don't like it, I'm too old."
Wang Mengmeng thought the same thing: "Then what kind of boys do you like?"
Mu Qingyun suddenly discovered that in the hearts of these children, this was actually a very important thing.
After thinking about it, she deceived her: "Maybe he's like the three righteous men."
Wang Mengmeng: "Wow!"
There are actually not only three heroes, but there are three most important people.
His Royal Highness the last prince of the Ming Dynasty a hundred years ago, the sword god Mu Changfeng, the historian Lou Ying, and the legendary Qiao Han, the gatekeeper of the Kunlun secret realm.
During the great catastrophe, these three people were once called the Three Wise Men. As for how they later became the more down-to-earth term of the Three Righteous Men, there are different opinions and there are many versions.
However, these three people were all handsome young men when they became famous. Just in terms of their appearance, many literati at that time wrote articles and praised them.
Wang Mengmeng was amazed, and indeed she stopped mentioning introducing a boyfriend to Mu Qingyun.
I wanted to find someone who could compare with the three righteous men among the people I knew around me. Even if Wang Mengmeng looked through it with a filter, I really couldn't find one. Zhao Yang was not qualified.
After school, Wang Mengmeng called Zhou Yuan and Fang Mo and said with a smile: "Aqing, are you going to kill a round?"
Before Mu Qingyun could say anything, Qiao Qing's official car arrived.
The 'black suit' turned into a 'little white dress' today, and she also changed her makeup, and her black-rimmed glasses turned into gold-rimmed glasses. She transformed from a mature professional elite style into a much younger and more intellectual one.
Mu Qingyun spread his hands.
Wang Mengmeng understood: "Don't work all the time. I don't think it's a problem for you, Ah Qing, to get a scholarship. If it doesn't work, just let Uncle Mu bleed. After all, studying is more important."
Mu Qingyun agreed with a smile and got into the car. The car turned a corner and then picked up Jia Junhao.
The man in the black suit glanced at Mr. Jia and couldn't help but smile. He said nothing, but the young master was actually quite cooperative.
The car drove directly to the 22nd floor of Qiao's Building. After getting off the special elevator, Mu Qingyun looked down from the glass corridor and saw that the entire Qiao's Building was a honeycomb-like structure, with countless employees walking between each floor. Everyone was He looked busy.
Qiao Qing also looked very busy.
Mu Qingyun walked through the glass corridor and saw at a glance the outside of Mr. Qiao's office. In addition to Mr. Qiao, there were four other people sitting at the round table.
One of them, she remembered, was named Lou. When Mu Qingyun rescued Lou Fang in Shen Shang City, Miss Lou had brought a gentleman named Jin there once.
There was a little unhappiness at first, but later on I didn't have any dealings with Miss Lou. That old Mr. Jin turned out to be very interesting. He seemed to have been 'recruited' by Mr. Qiao to be a member of the 'Mu Qingyun Makeover' think tank.
Jia Junhao once said that when he was preparing lesson plans, it was Mr. Jin who was the most active and willing to work hard without being paid.
As soon as Mu Qingyun walked to the door, Miss Lou saw her at first sight and smiled suddenly, her face bright.
The steps paused slightly, and Mu Qingyun felt a little ridiculous for a moment.
The relationship between her and Miss Lou was not worthy of this smile.
"That's her?"
There is someone sitting next to Miss Lou. He is a man, but he is wearing a very special pink and white flowered robe. From the collar to the cuffs to the hem, there are at least hundreds of various flowers inlaid in it, and he is holding it in his hand. A golden abacus.
At this time, the man was staring at Mu Qingyun, looking up and down, with a little surprise in his eyes.
"This child has returned to his soul to borrow some energy...that's not right."
Before the man finished speaking, he suddenly closed his mouth and pondered for a moment, as if he wanted to say something more. However, he suddenly stood up in shock, looked around blankly, trembled and said: "Our little ancestors Where did it go?"
Mr. Qiao had originally walked to the door to pick up Mu Qingyun, but now he made a mistake in his steps and turned around, his eyes wandering around the bookshelf, the sofa, and the tall bookcases.
"Notice, close doors and windows, and all floors are closed."
The assistant beside him hurriedly did it.
At least he looked calm, but everyone else present turned pale. Miss Lou lay on the ground, stretched her neck and looked under the sofa. Her little black skirt was trailing on the snow-white carpet, like a blooming flower. black rose.
Hua PaoZi sat motionless on the sofa, her face was pure, and her hands were tightly grasping the skirt of her chest.
At this time no one noticed.
Mu Qingyun's eyes wandered around the chaotic conference room, then suddenly turned to stare at Hua Pao Zi.
Others may not be able to hear it, but after she gained absolute pitch, her hearing power was greatly enhanced.
The breathing sounds of these people mingled in her ears, forming a natural movement.
Now the movement suddenly became chaotic.
The office seemed to be in a state of panic from top to bottom, so Mu Qingyun had no choice but to walk up to Hua PaoZi. Seeing that his face was blue and his neck was red, his mouth was half-open, his eyes were bulging, and his eyes were filled with tears, so he walked around behind him and pinched him with one hand. His shoulder, one hand pointed at the back——
Bang bang bang!
Thrashed three times in a row.
"Cough cough cough cough!"
Hua Pao Zi spit out several pieces of finely chopped peanuts and coughed violently.
Everyone: "..."
Hua Pao Zi gestured in a hoarse voice: "Little ancestor!"
Everyone quickly turned around and continued looking.
Seeing them in such a mess, Mu Qingyun blinked and said hesitantly: "Is what you are looking for a cat?"
Qiao Qing suddenly turned her head.
Hua PaoZi and others also looked over.
Mu Qingyun smiled coquettishly, raised his arms and stretched them behind his back. He put his hand through the collar of his loose school uniform, and after a while, he took out a blue and gold Napoleon.
This little kitten is very small, but chubby. Its limbs are spread out, and it hangs in Mu Qingyun's hand like a piece of cake. It's soft - "Meow!"
Hua Pao Zi was shaking as if she had Parkinson's disease and rushed over to catch it.
The little kitten was well behaved when it was hanging in Mu Qingyun's hand. As soon as Hua Pao Zi took hold of it, it immediately raised its short legs and slapped it with two slaps.
Hua Pao Zi: "..."
The faces of several guests present were faintly green.
It was Qiao Qing who came over to pick up the kitten, handed it to Hua Pao Zi and hugged it, and everyone heaved a sigh of relief.
