My imagination has come true

Under Teacher Wang's firm pressure, Mu Qingyun quietly poked his head out from behind his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Zhang Qiao seems to be proficient in bone shrinking skills, and his lightness kung fu is also very good. I don't think he has let go of his full stomach. Be careful, be careful."

"Also, Mr. Zhang is a Golden Spike Medal, and he is almost a hundred years old."

All inspectors: "!!"

Omg!

The little inspector, who was about to push Zhang Jingsong into the car, subconsciously let go of his hand and took two steps back, his face paled in shock.

His immediate boss's immediate boss also didn't have a golden spike, but just got an ordinary sky blue badge, which was the pride of the entire inspection department.

What does golden spike mean?There are only [-] golden ears remaining in the country, the old ancestors, the old birthday stars!

Looking at Zhang Jingsong again during the inspection, he was at a loss for a while. A bunch of questions that he had thought up here had to be changed, and he was a little stuck.

Zhang Jingsong: "..."

He had no choice but to get into the car silently.

Mu Qingyun hurriedly chased after him: "I remember the matter of the beads, but I don't know if I can find them or not."

Zhang Jingsong smiled, finally showing some kindness on his face, paused in his footsteps, and said, "Xiao Mu, you have to be careful."

Mu Qingyun frowned and sighed, but for a moment, he didn't try to find out the deep meaning behind the old man's words, he couldn't help but sigh.

"I don't know if Zhang Qiao can understand the thoughts of old senior Zhang."

Everything Zhang Jingsong said seemed to be for his grandson's sake, because his treatment required money and effort from Boss Bu, so he prevented his disciple from taking revenge.

But in fact, the reform of medical insurance is still being explored. For employees of domestic enterprises like Zhang Jingsong, the pension insurance is very generous, which can also benefit their children and grandchildren. Even if he uses some self-paid medicine for his grandson's treatment, it is not so difficult for him to afford it. .

And just as Zhang Qiao said, the child's current situation is really worse than death, and the treatment is nothing more than comforting the living.

Zhang Jingsong is a decisive person, and Mu Qingyun clearly felt the killing intent in him.

When did his killing intent disappear?

It was the moment Zhang Qiao shot!

Senior Zhang's love and affection was for Zhang Qiao, and he was worried about his disciples who still had to live in this world.

The autumn wind blew, and the sky and the earth were dim. As the inspector's car drifted away, there was peace inside and outside the school, but Mu Qingyun felt a little uneasy.

A group of students looked at her a hundred times more curiously than looking at a giant panda.

"Student Mu, is your family a family of martial arts? Martial arts for generations? What is the background of that old man? It seems that I heard you just now, he is a golden spike badge? He is almost [-] years old, isn't he an old man who has experienced post-disaster reconstruction? "

"No, those old seniors should all live in the imperial capital and Shanghai, the nursing home carefully built by our country."

"I have an aunt who works in a nursing home. The elders in the nursing home have their own nursing staff, not only full-time doctors, but also psychological counseling experts."

"Even in the nursing home, there are very few golden spike badges. There are at most a dozen or twenty in the whole country."

Mu Qingyun was dumbfounded by the question, but she still explained generously, only that there were indeed people in her maternal ancestral family who learned martial arts. After her mother passed away, she left some letters from her seniors, such as their experience in martial arts. In addition to reading, I just study occasionally.

But in a few words, what she said was very understated, so low-key that it could not be more low-key. From the mouths of the students present, Mu Qingyun's grandfather became a master who lived in seclusion. In the martial arts family that will appear, any relative who is caught at random is a master, and even the fire-burning girl in the family can pull out a fire-burning stick and dance vigorously.

Mu Qingyun heard the legend about the scales, and his first thought was, where is there any girl who burns fire now?The second thought—even if she is an expert, it should be her grandmother.

The original mother Mu Xiaoran followed her mother's surname, and the original grandfather was just an ordinary villager. Later, she was rescued by her grandmother Mu Nianqing from serious illness. After getting along with each other for a long time, the two fell in love, got married and gave birth to their daughter Mu Xiaoran. .

Between the two old people, there is no such thing as marrying or not. The grandfather of the original body said that he had no surname, so he let Mu Xiaoran take his wife's surname very casually, and the husband and wife did not take it seriously. thing.

Later, Mu Xiaoran was sent to Baiyun Village to be adopted by a family of villagers. Nine out of ten people in Baiyun Village were surnamed Mu, and her adoptive father was also surnamed Mu. This surname became less obtrusive, even Mu Xiaoran himself almost forgot. Well, her surname comes from her mother.

Fortunately, studying in the third grade of junior high school is very stressful, and the teachers do not allow the students to play around and be distracted.

Especially Mr. Wang, the head teacher of Class [-] in the third year of junior high school. The students in Class [-] are all top students, and he has high hopes for his own students.

Especially Mu Qingyun, Mr. Wang has long regarded her as his secret weapon, and wanted to rely on her to become a blockbuster.

The headmaster of his family, Wang, said that if the senior high school entrance examination is held this year, the teachers will be allocated houses according to the students' test scores.

Since last year, No. [-] Middle School has been preparing to build the school's own family community, and the teachers have all seen the construction drawings.

Unlike most family homes nowadays, which are aggrieved and only ask for a place to live, not a good layout, Principal Wang specially asked him to find a high-achieving student from the design institute to design three types of houses for the family community.

One is four bedrooms and two living rooms, with a large balcony and two bathrooms.

There are also three bedrooms and one living room, as well as balconies and bathrooms.

In addition, it is a compact small household with two bedrooms and one living room with a separate bathroom.

All types of houses are much better than the previous houses, but who doesn't want a good house, a big house?Even if you have to spend a little more money when raising funds, but what your own unit builds is at the cost price, no matter how you think about it, it is a big advantage.

At this time, which teachers are not gearing up to fight?
Mu Qingyun suddenly discovered that she seemed to have become very 'prestige' in school.

Although she was given preferential treatment because of her good studies, it is impossible to hide her good studies in the school environment. Students will naturally respect those students who study well.

But in the past, Mu Qingyun was only treated gently, but now, she vaguely felt that she was being confessed.

This day in the self-study class, Mu Qingyun finished his homework, took some newspapers and came over to play the Sudoku game on it. After playing, he found that there was no noise in the whole self-study room, and all the students did everything lightly.

It was only then that she realized that recently, when she went to the grocery store to line up to buy things, the students in her class standing in front of her would naturally stand behind her. In the morning, the class organized exercises, and the students in the class spontaneously Run after her.

Now it has developed to the point that when she sits in the classroom, the students automatically mute?

Mu Qingyun: "..." (end of this chapter)