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 in tandem.

, 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 20 of them, which was a pleasure.

Write down detailed steps easily.

"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.

I was in a trance for a moment, 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 others.

As for Classmate Mu, her facial features are not bad and are malleable, but even if she has not wasted these more than ten years, she was born in Jinxiu and raised pampered. Her facial features are about average to above average, and she may 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 current world, there is no room for saints in this world.

Classmate Mu's bone structure also tends to be perfect. Jia Junhao feels that he is even better than himself and is worthy of the name of beauty.

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. In people's eyes, they may not be ordinary. 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 quite vaguely, her eyes were light and evasive.

But in fact, if she looked at it openly, Jia Junhao would feel much better. But now that she looked at it like this, it was so sharp that it was extremely uncomfortable.

Usually when Jia Junhao sees such a look, he will immediately draw his sword.

It's a pity that it doesn't work here.

Wang Mengmeng came over and whispered: "Ah Qing, do you like this?"

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Recently, she has been having some trouble at school. It seems that all the students are ready to make a move and think that everyone has grown up and should start falling in love.

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 the somewhat aloof Fang Mo was also very concerned about this.

Mu Qingyun thought for a while: "I don't like it, I'm too old."

Wang Mengmeng thought about it and said, "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 Disaster, these three people were once called the Three Wise Men. As for how they later became 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 as expected she no longer mentioned 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. Even 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. From a mature professional elite style, she transformed into a much younger and more intellectual person.

Mu Qingyun spread his hands.

Wang Mengmeng understood: "Don't work all the time. I don't think there is any 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 '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. Countless employees were walking between each floor. Everyone was

Looking busy.

Qiao Qing also looks 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, Mr. Jin was the most active person and was 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.

There was a slight pause in his steps, and Mu Qingyun felt a little ridiculous for a moment.

The relationship between her and Miss Lou is 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 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 and turned his head to look around, his eyes wandering around the bookcase, the sofa, and the tall bookcases.

"Notice, close doors and windows, and all floors are closed."

The assistant next to me 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.

Flying black roses.

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.
To be continued...