Listening to the Mu family's genealogy, Mu Qingyun thought of Mr. Qiao's resolute action last night and called two architects to renovate her basement and rearrange security measures.

Mr. Qiao has always prepared for a rainy day. If the Mu family hadn't suddenly added a candidate list of successors, Mu Qingyun, a little girl, would naturally be safe. But now that this happened, even if he didn't think the danger was high, would he dare to gamble?

One of the two designers is a very young girl in her twenties, very pretty, and the other is over fifty years old, very elegant. Mu Qingyun seems to have seen him on TV, and he seems to be a well-known figure among designers.

The two of them had obviously been prepared for it. After seeing the basement, they took out three design drafts and showed them to Mu Qingyun on the spot.

Mu Qingyun didn't understand much, but when he saw these designs under the dim light in the basement, he was simply shocked. For the first time, he realized that a truly good designer can see through people's hearts at a glance.

Each of these designs is based on Mu Qingyun's aesthetic preferences.

She happily agreed again and again, but Mr. Qiao stood up and coldly forced the gray-haired old man to change it for him.

It took a whole night to change.

When Mu Qingyun hurried to school early this morning in a car driven by Jia Junhao, Mr. Qiao was still full of energy as he stared at the two men sitting in the basement revising manuscripts.

Mu Qingyun: "..."

It's hard for these two people, whose expressions remain unchanged and their hearts don't beat, but if it were her, she would have the heart to strangle Mr. Qiao to death.

The most annoying thing is that these parties don’t understand anything and are blind xx.

Although the design drawing forced by Mr. Qiao was not yet finalized, Mu Qingyun took a glance at it and thought that if it were really designed and built like this, a small train might be able to run in the basement of her house.

However, she thought about it and found that she was quite satisfied with the design of the basement. Among the phased rewards she had just received recently, there were two of the 'Refining Fake into Reality' scents. She didn't know what would appear in the future. Insurance

The more stringent the measures, the better.

I just don’t know if I can get the approval for the renovation?

After listening to Jia Junhao's lecture on the Mu family's genealogy for a long time, I was distracted by my thoughts. It seemed that in just a blink of an eye, the evening self-study was over and it was time for school to end.

Mu Qingyun and Jia Junhao walked out of the back door of the school towards the boxing gym one after another.

There are a lot of people outside the school gate, and the commercial pedestrian streets are crowded and noisy.

As usual, Teacher Jia would make sudden attacks occasionally, testing Mu Qingyun's observation ability.

However, since she was on guard, unless Teacher Jia deliberately made things difficult and asked questions such as what color was the tail of the bird that flew above her head thirty seconds ago, she would probably not be able to pass the test.

Walking all the way to the door of the boxing gym, Mu Qingyun was a little depressed: "I thought you were going to show off your power, Mr. Jia."

Just now, as soon as they left the school gate, several people followed her evasively, staring at her back.

She felt so uncomfortable because of the ray of light on her back, so she didn't believe that Jia Junhao could feel comfortable?

Jia Junhao frowned: "I don't know."

He paused and sighed, "The school police station is next to it, and there are four school security guards behind it."

Mu Qingyun: "Yes."

It's really not suitable to catch people and blast them with a blaster.

Jia Junhao pushed open the door of the boxing gym and let Mu Qingyun in first, then turned around and glanced at the boys without leaving a trace.

His eyes were very light, and his face was calm and calm. Compared with the young boxers who were training and fighting enthusiastically in the boxing gym, he looked like an ordinary person who came to visit and watch the excitement, but Mu Qingyun's hair stood on end.

The sense of crisis suddenly broke out.

As soon as Gym Leader Xu and the two coaches saw them, they hurriedly stepped forward to greet them. They saw Mu Qingyun looked strange and kept turning his head to look outside. He glanced outside the door and felt relieved.

"I guess Mr. Buyu may lead people to a remote place, and then——"

Hallmaster Xu made a knife gesture with his hand.

Mu Qingyun: "??"

Jia Junhao rolled his eyes: "You pay?"

Master Xu laughed and said nothing.

Jia Junhao is not angry. Will he attack a group of ordinary people or young people? Will he be shameless?

Besides, if you really want to take action, why bother looking for a deserted place?

However, these guys are of no importance, and it would be inappropriate to disturb Ah Qing's studies and affect his own performance.

Just go back and scare them.

Mu Qingyun suddenly became curious: "Master Xu, why do you all call Teacher Jia 'Buyu Young Master'?"

He was quite taciturn in the ancient city, but you couldn't see him in school.

Gym Leader Xu and others were stunned, looked at each other, shivered in excitement, pretended not to hear, looked around pretending, and said loudly: "Hurry, a few people come and clean up the ring for me, I haven't seen you yet."

Do they want to use Qing?"

Jia Junhao didn't need to say anything before he turned on the active 'plum blossom pile' switch.

"Ah Qing, try it. Adjust the speed and it will feel better."

Mu Qingyun: "..."

She has become very familiar with the boxing gym recently. At first, Gym Leader Xu and others were quite showy. Anyway, they were so respected that they looked like masters at first glance.

Later, when we got to know each other, Ya was just as vulgar. He had a calm expression on his face every day. He was either thinking about games or thinking about what to eat for lunch. He would also secretly laugh at his students for not being able to withstand beatings and bumps.

It's getting harder and harder to teach.

Mu Qingyun changed into his training clothes and went to see the newly installed machines on the boxing ring.

Mu Qingyun was there when this thing was installed. It was very easy to use. It cost less than 8,000 yuan a piece. It had more than a dozen levels that could be adjusted. It could be controlled intelligently or manually. She was really impressed when she saw it.

Jia Junhao laughed at that time: "What's so strange? We usually use a rice cooker to cook the meatball plasters that keep us healthy and strong. The heat is stable and it's easy to control the temperature."

These days, no matter what field you are in, if you don’t understand technology, you will fall behind.

Mu Qingyun put on the protective gear and connected the magnetic chip to his body. His breath sank and he silently recalled the true meaning taught by Teacher Jia. He lightly jumped on the undulating wooden stakes, crushed the wooden stakes with his left heel, and then pressed his right foot against the wooden stakes.

He threw it up and kicked the cork flying towards him.

As if turning and kicking, she felt her body undergoing subtle changes.

Not only reading, but practicing martial arts will also become addictive if you can clearly feel yourself getting stronger bit by bit.

Especially seeing the attribute points increase, it feels like playing a game, which is quite interesting.

After practicing for more than an hour at a stretch, Mu Qingyun sat down and took a sip of tea.

Teacher Xiao Fang’s boxing gym is very lively, with many students coming and going. Occasionally, you can see students wearing uniforms from other martial arts gyms and boxing gyms.

Whether the boxing is good or not depends on Mu Qingyun. Anyway, there is no problem in strengthening the body.

The most important thing is that it looks good.

On another large boxing ring opposite, a dozen young students, the oldest twenty years old and the youngest eleven or twelve years old, lined up in two rows and were practicing boxing.

These students are obviously the elite disciples of the boxing gym. They have well-proportioned bodies and punches like the wind. Although they are still a little immature, they look very good.

Mu Qingyun really enjoyed watching it.

Jia Junhao glanced at them and sat down on the side. He spoke in English and pointed at these young students.

His words were spicy, but very useful. Not only did he give instructions, but he also asked Mu Qingyun to communicate with him in English, and occasionally mixed in a few words of German and Russian.
Chapter completed!