Professor Sun was really sincere and did not tell the difference for his son. However, several old professors in the school, when they mentioned Shuimu, Professor Sun's son, knew what he had done, they all had expressions of disbelief on their faces, and their eyes almost froze. Stare out.
"How is that possible? That child... is quite well-behaved."
"Sun Cheng is the child we have watched grow up. He is a bit naughty, but he has always been very measured in his actions and knows how to take care of others. How, how did he—"
These old professors obviously didn't know about Sun Cheng's great achievements.
As a biological father, Professor Sun seemed to understand his son better, and shook his head: "That boy was spoiled by his grandfather, grandmother, grandpa, and grandma. He can act on the surface, but in fact he is full of evil. I used to only think that He has some bad habits, but on the surface he is still passable, so I hope he can pretend to be a good person for the rest of his life until I close my eyes and not cause any big trouble. Now let’s see, hey.”
Mu Qingyun also sighed.
His wife, Wang Min, was not so sentimental. She just silently took out her checkbook and signed for 20 million yuan in compensation. She looked a little helpless: "He is a bastard, but he is my son. I was young and gave birth to The child still thinks that I am just a child and I don’t care about him. I am also responsible for his stupid disease now.”
Therefore, she could only bear the consequences.
Mu Qingyun glanced at the check and blinked. She actually did not object to writing a letter of understanding, although she felt that it would be better for Professor Sun and Ms. Wang if Sun Cheng received a solid first-class training.
The trouble he caused this time is not too bad. The Sun family should be able to bear it, and Wang Min can afford to pay for it. As for leaving a bad record, you can tell from the university he attended that Sun Cheng will study abroad in the future, even if When he returns to China, his mother will arrange a job for him. Whether or not he leaves a bad record will not have a particularly big impact on him.
But the parents didn't want their son to suffer hardship, so Mu Qingyun naturally didn't have to give them any advice.
I was just about to turn over paper and pen to write a letter of understanding. The Inspection Department’s basic requirement for the letter of understanding is that it be written by hand. It is said that they don’t recognize computer-typed ones.
Just as Mu Qingyun was about to start writing, he heard a bang at the door of the coffee shop, and all the guests and waiters were startled.
The waiter walked over quickly: "Miss, are you okay?"
Mu Qingyun turned his head and saw the dark hair and the whirlpool on the top of his head. When the other person looked up, he couldn't help but blinked and was not surprised.
Xing Jingjing cried until she had runny nose and tears, and kept moaning, "It's my fault. It's me who broke your suitcase. It's me. Don't blame my brother. I will pay for it. I can't pay for it in this life." Come on, I’ll pay you back if I work like a cow or a horse in my next life. Wuwuwuwu.”
Mu Qingyun: "..."
No, this pole will be passed on to the next life. What this little girl thinks is really beautiful.
The owner of the coffee shop and the service staff suddenly became bigger and bigger. Mu Qingyun’s old classmate and two professors came over in a hurry. It was obvious that a student had tipped off the news, or the teacher was experienced and skillful. He even deceived and persuaded Professor Sun. The couple and Xing Jingjing were all rubbed away.
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The class teacher knocked on the table with a serious expression, "Aqing, don't meet these people alone in the future. Next time they come, you can send them to me. Don't talk nonsense with these people."
Mu Qingyun is the school's treasure. It is not easy to cultivate talents like their history department. For someone like Mu Qingyun, within two months of entering the school, the professors' eyes started to light up when they looked at her.
Now the signs of various secret wars have emerged.
Although everyone knows that Mu Qingyun wants to join Mu Chuncheng's class, even if he joins Mu Chuncheng's class, he still needs a tutor, especially if he takes the postgraduate entrance examination in the future, he will definitely be accepted by a certain professor.
Now Mu Qingyun has not chosen a mentor, so everyone has hope. The professors treat her like a treasure. Now that someone is bullying their favorite disciple, who can feel at ease?
"Aqing, now is the time for you to study hard. Don't let those chores affect you."
Mu Qingyun nodded honestly and ignored him.
As soon as winter comes, the emperor
The wind here carried the spicy smell of burning knives. Mu Qingyun carried a new suitcase into the lounge. The two senior sisters were nervously applying stage makeup on their faces. They turned around and saw her suitcase. , quickly said: "It will be over later, put the box in the safe first."
For this new costume, the school specially prepared a safe.
"Ah Qing, you are so calm. If it were me being stared at in such a weird way, I wouldn't be able to bear it for a whole day and I would definitely go crazy."
Mu Qingyun laughed.
In the past few days, the little classmate Xing Jingjing has always appeared around her. Obviously, this girl has gained some education. She no longer rushes up and talks nonsense, but just keeps staring at her with resentful eyes, staring at her in the library and in the classroom. , stared at the playground, and also stared at the auditorium.
When Professor Wang saw her in such a posture, he couldn't help but come over and gently persuade her.
Xing Jingjing's appearance is not particularly good, but her clothes are very exquisite, which makes her look delicate and beautiful. However, she should be considered more suitable for the entertainment industry. She has a very innocent and simple appearance.
If there is a need for this kind of role in the entertainment industry, Xing Jingjing is indeed an excellent choice. She doesn't even need to have acting skills. She is very convincing when she is there.
On the day of the New Year Gala, the bright lights on the stage, the sound and light special effects and the excitement of the program were completely better than an ordinary professional stage.
The audience was also nervous and orderly. The senior who dragged her suitcase over to help Mu Qingyun put on the costume glanced at Xing Jingjing, who was standing in the background, looking lost, and felt particularly uncomfortable.
"Oh my god, wouldn't it be creepy if she kept looking at you like this? How can she go on stage in a while?"
Mu Qingyun suddenly laughed.
It's just a little girl staring at her. If she can't stand it, then she must have been living in dire straits every day when she was working on the script.
The host who announced the curtain on the stage had a low and sweet voice - "Now, I would like to invite Mu Qingyun to bring us the Peking Opera "Zhao Ming"."
Mu Qingyun looked solemn, and as the accompaniment sounded, he shook his sword and jumped up.
The audience present saw Mu Qingyun wearing a cloak made of peacock feathers on the curtains and under the light, as light as an elf in the wind. His long sword was unsheathed in mid-air, and he circled down step by step to the beat of the drums. .
For a moment, the entire audience felt their hearts beating wildly to the beat of the drums.
Several old professors put their hands on their chests and listened to Mu Qingyun speak out the lyrics clearly one sentence after another. The story they had been familiar with since childhood seemed to have really happened in reality.
