My imagination has come true

Professor Sun is really sincere, and he didn't tell his son, but several old professors in the school, when they mentioned the son of Professor Sun in Mizuki, they all looked in disbelief when they knew what he had done. To stare out.

"How is it possible, that child... is quite well-behaved."

"Sun Cheng can be regarded as the child we watched growing up. He is a bit naughty, but he has always been very measured in doing things, and he knows how to take care of others. What, why—"

These old professors obviously didn't know about Sun Cheng's great achievements.

As a real father, Professor Sun seemed to know his son better, and shook his head: "That kid has been spoiled by his grandpa, grandma, grandpa, and grandma. He has a bit of a bad habit, but he can get by on the surface, I hope he will pretend to be a good person for the rest of his life, until I close my eyes and don't cause big troubles, just look at it now, hey."

Mu Qingyun also sighed.

His wife, Wang Min, was not so emotional. She just quietly took out the checkbook and signed the 2000 million yuan in compensation, with a somewhat helpless look on her face: "He is a bastard, but he is my son. I used to be young and gave birth to a child." I still feel that I am a child, and I don’t have the heart to take care of him, and now he has this stupid disease, and I am also responsible for it.”

Therefore, she can only bear the consequences.

Mu Qingyun glanced at the check, blinked her eyes, and actually didn't 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 lesson.

The trouble he caused this time is not too bad. The Sun family should be able to bear it, and Wang Min can also afford it. When he returned to China, his mother would arrange a job for him, and if he didn't leave a bad record, the impact on him would not be too great.

But the parents didn't want their son to suffer, so Mu Qingyun naturally didn't have to give them any advice.

I was just about to write a letter of understanding with a pen and paper. On the Inspection Department side, the basic requirement for the letter of understanding is to write it by hand. It is said that they do not recognize computer-typed ones.

Just as Mu Qingyun was about to write, he heard a slam at the door of the coffee shop, and all the guests and waiters were startled.

The waiter hurried over: "Miss, are you okay?"

When Mu Qingyun turned his head, he saw the jet-black hair and the whirlpool on the top of his head. When the other party raised his head, he couldn't help blinking, but he was not surprised.

Xing Jingjing cried with snot and tears, and kept moaning, "It's my fault. It was me who broke your suitcase. It was me. Don't blame my brother. I will pay for it. I won't be able to pay for it in this life." From now on, I will pay you for being an ox or a horse in the next life. Huh huh huh."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

No, this shot will be taken to the next life, what this little girl thinks is really beautiful.

The owner of the coffee shop and the service staff suddenly became one head and two big. Mu Qingyun's old class and two professors came in a hurry. It was obvious that a student tipped the news, or the teacher had rich experience and clever methods. Both the husband and wife and Xing Jingjing were rubbed away.

"call."

The head teacher knocked on the table with a serious expression, "Ah Qing, 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 treasure of the school. It is not easy to cultivate talents like their history department. Like Mu Qingyun, after entering the school for less than two months, the eyes of the professors began to shine when they looked at her.

Now the signs of various secret wars have already emerged.

Although everyone knew that Mu Qingyun wanted to enter Mu Chuncheng's class, but even if he entered Mu Chuncheng's class, he still needed a tutor, especially for the postgraduate entrance examination in the future, he would definitely be taken under by a certain professor.

Now Mu Qingyun has not yet selected a mentor, so everyone has hope. The professors treat her like a baby eyeball. Now that someone bullies his favorite disciple like this, who can feel at ease?

"Ah Qing, now is the time for you to study hard, don't let those chores affect you."

Mu Qingyun nodded honestly, and really ignored it.

As soon as winter comes, the wind here in the imperial capital has a spicy smell of burning knives. Mu Qingyun carried a new suitcase into the lounge, and the two seniors were nervously putting stage makeup on their faces. He quickly said: "When it's over, put the suitcase in the safe first."

For this new costume, the school specially prepared a safe.

"Ah Qing, you can really hold your breath. If I were stared at in such a weird way, I wouldn't be able to stand it for a day. I would definitely go crazy."

Mu Qingyun laughed.

In the past few days, that little classmate Xing Jingjing has always appeared around her like a ghost. Obviously, this girl has got a little education, and she didn't rush forward to talk nonsense. She just kept staring at her with resentful eyes, staring at her in the library and in the classroom. , Stare at the playground, and stare at the auditorium.

When Professor Wang saw her posture, he couldn't help coming over to persuade her in a soft voice.

Xing Jingjing's appearance is not particularly good, but her clothes are very exquisite, making people look delicate and beautiful. However, she should be considered more suitable for the entertainment industry. This appearance is a very innocent and simple one.

If the entertainment industry needs this kind of role, Xing Jingjing is indeed an excellent choice. She doesn't need to have acting skills, and she will be very convincing if she puts it there.

On the day of the New Year's Gala, the lights on the stage are bright, the sound and light special effects and the program are wonderful, which can completely surpass the ordinary professional stage.

The audience was also tense and orderly. The senior sister who dragged the suitcase to help Mu Qingyun put on the costume glanced at Xing Jingjing who was standing in the background, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"My God, wouldn't it be creepy for her to keep looking at you like this? How can she get on stage in a while?"

Mu Qingyun laughed all of a sudden.

It's just a little girl staring at her. If she can't bear even this, then she must have lived in dire straits every day when she was working on the script.

The voice of the host who announced the curtain on the stage was low and pleasant - "I invite you below, Mu Qingyun will bring us the Peking Opera "Zhaoming"."

Mu Qingyun's expression became solemn, and as the accompaniment sounded, he shook his long sword and jumped.

The audience present could only see Mu Qingyun wearing a cloak made of peacock feathers lightly like an elf in the wind on layers of curtains and illuminated by lights. His long sword was unsheathed in mid-air, step by step stepping on the drumbeat and hovering down. .

For a while, the audience felt that their hearts were beating wildly with the beat of the drums.

Several old professors covered their chests with their hands, listening to Mu Qingyun spit out the libretto clearly sentence by sentence, the stories they had read since childhood seemed to have happened in reality.