Day by day in the infinite game

Chapter 172 172. The Silent Truth ([-])

The mentor, whose inner defenses were broken, quickly told the truth about the matter.

After hearing this, Tang Qinqin didn't know what to think.

She just thought of the original owner's ending in despair, being beaten up and no one believed him, and everyone shouting for beatings, and the promising future coming to an abrupt end, and she couldn't pity the person in front of her.

Everyone who is struggling to make a living in this world has their own difficulties, but in order to achieve their goals, as a teacher, you should set an example and treat every student fairly and justly. This is your sacred mission and responsibility.

Her partiality ultimately destroyed a student's future full of infinite possibilities and the faith that once shone in her eyes.

Admittedly, she has failed her job.

It desecrates the identity of the teacher.

With the help of Master Shen, Tang Qinqin quickly obtained the original report that had been deleted from his computer. With sufficient evidence to prove himself, and the testimony of his repentant mentor who had cried bitterly, Zhou Yue's confession came quickly.

The school's punishment came quickly, and Zhou Yue's move was regarded as losing his wife and losing his troops.

The moment Zhang Yitong's honor was restored, Tang Qinqin broke away from the game mission and returned to reality as a player who successfully cleared the game.

……

The small courtyard of the Tang family.

The spacious courtyard with excellent lighting is filled with large bamboo baskets, on which various fruits harvested from the mountains behind Qinqin in the Tang Dynasty are dried.

In autumn, the weather in the north is getting colder day by day. Many fruit trees and small shrubs have finished their fruiting period and are about to enter winter retirement mode.

Tang Qinqin, who had harvested another batch of herbs, returned to the yard with a hoe and slowly hummed a song. The black wolf behind him followed behind him with an expressionless face, hanging on the tip of his tail behind him. Obsidian was cocked like an uncle. His legs were shaking.

Hei Lang came to the yard, looked back at Tang Qinqin, and the next second, he shook his hair very quickly.

Obsidian, who was caught off guard without any "safety facilities", was thrown into a medicine field with a black eye.

Tang Qinqin entered the accompanying space.

At this time, the accompanying space has doubled than before, and the time flow rate has also changed. The ratio of internal and external time is 1:6.

There are no restrictions on Tang Qinqin's entry into the accompanying space. He can enter as a whole or purely consciously as he wishes.

The chaotic body in mid-air is still floating quietly, and the light ball of merit power on the side has grown a little compared to the last time it came in.

After collecting another bunch of herbs in the space, Tang Qinqin carried some herbs and a bundle of dogwood out of the space.

Tomorrow is the Double Ninth Festival, and it's a good time to go for a stroll in the "Sunset Red" nursing home.

……

After breakfast, Tang Qinqin packed up his things and got into the car with Song Yuanze, who had arrived early in the morning.

The first stop was to visit Mr. Qi.

Qi Lao was very satisfied with Song Yuanze's overall image and temperament, and felt that standing together with his young apprentice was very harmonious and eye-catching.

On the other hand, Jiang Jinghuai, Tang Qinqin's third senior brother, had a cold expression on his face and saw that Song Yuanze's nose was not a nose and his face was not a face.

After the two left, Sheng Qingchuan couldn't help but asked curiously: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Jinghuai usually has an eccentric temperament, but he rarely has such strong "hostility" towards others.

Jiang Jinghuai was still feeling sad that his only junior sister had been abducted by a big pig. He looked up and saw the indifferent expression on his senior brother's face. His heart ached, and the expression on his face immediately changed, and he changed into an expression of looking at a scumbag.

"No, someone kidnapped my junior sister!" Do you have any heart?Not sad at all!
"?" Sheng Qingchuan, who was not on the same channel as his junior brother, looked confused.

"She was just in love, she didn't leave the school." She said it as if the junior sister was gone forever.

I never noticed before that you are still a "girl control".

Thinking about it, Jiang Jinghuai, who felt more and more aggrieved, couldn't help but feel a sore nose. He threw himself into Sheng Qingchuan's arms and cried.

……

Tang Qinqin didn't know how heartbroken the senior brother here was. At this time, she had arrived at the Sunset Red Nursing Home, which was built and put into use in the first phase.

The red banners at the gate have been hung up, and it does look like a festive atmosphere. The gatekeeper is leaning on a chair with a cup of steaming tea and sipping it with pleasure, showing a look of enjoyment from time to time. A pleasant expression.

At this time, several cars were parked at the door, and many children of the elderly came to accompany their parents today.

The beautiful meaning of the Double Ninth Festival has two aspects: climbing high to appreciate the autumn, and being grateful and respectful to the elderly.

Although the physical fitness of the elderly cannot support long distances to climb high, it is no problem to enjoy the autumn and have their children and grandchildren around their knees.

However, the nursing home still organized an upcoming "sports meeting" based on the physical condition of the elderly, which will be held on the sports field of the nursing home.

After greeting the guard, Tang Qinqin and Song Yuanze walked through the door.

When Tang Qinqin dodged Song Yuanze's outstretched hand again, Song Yuanze suddenly lowered his head sadly, his expression looking very aggrieved and sad.

Tang Qinqin, who was soft-hearted and couldn't bear to see this, could only surrender, stretched out his hand and took Song Yuanze's long and beautiful hand that had nowhere to rest.

"Okay, okay, why don't you let me hold you?" Tang Qinqin looked helpless and rolled his eyes.

Song Yuanze, who got what he wanted, was like a big dog being comforted. For a second of sunshine, smiles spread all over his face from the corners of his mouth and eyes.

Tang Qinqin, who only wanted to keep a low profile, felt helpless and felt as if he had drank a bowl of honey, everything was sweet.

The two young lovers holding hands and showing a sweet affection at first glance are very popular among the elderly. Regardless of the old man or the old woman, they are all happy to see each other.

There were also a few old ladies holding Tang Qinqin's hands and constantly telling them, "You two should be good to each other. You must understand and care for each other..."

The old lady of the Wang family, who had been ill and had poor memory, has now recovered more than half of her health. She can recognize her children who always accompany and take care of her. She has also hugged her little granddaughter. Her overall complexion is much better than before.

She actually still remembered Tang Qinqin and had a cheerful expression on her face when she saw her coming.

At this time, the Wang family brothers and sisters and other family members were also there. It must be said that the Wang family children were very filial to the old lady. They came over at least once a week to eat and chat with the old lady. What they talked about the most was the past they had experienced together. …

"Should we go to the sports meeting?" Tang Qinqin shook the hands they were holding and motioned to Song Yuanze.

"Let's go." Song Yuanze nodded, and he could naturally see what his girlfriend's shining eyes meant.

There are now many people gathered around the sports field, and the athletes who have signed up for the competition are already in place.

At eight or nine o'clock in the morning, the golden sun finally peeked out from behind the thick clouds, and the weather gradually became warmer.

But after all, they were no more powerful than young people. The athletes still wore long clothes and long trousers, wrapping their bodies tightly, except for one maverick old man.

(End of this chapter)