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0179 Hard to be a man
Ji Chou patiently urged: "This one does not need money, as a thank you."
Song Yi'an was flattered and smiled openly.
Since you don't need money, you don't need to hesitate.
Immediately he took it and plugged his mouth: "Don't disturb the genius doctor Ji, I'm going to say goodbye."
After Yi Songan left, Qu Mu broke free, extremely dissatisfied.
"I misunderstood you, the world is as dark as crows, and they all want to take advantage of women."
"Even to give medicine to people like Song Yi'an."
"Keep him alive, I don't know how many good girls have suffered."
Ji Chou chuckles: "He is a fool, and you are also a fool."
"There is no medicine to restrain evil spirits. If so, I went into the mass graves early to hunt for treasure."
Qu Mu was dubious: "Give him a pill."
Ji Chou smiled but didn't smile: "What if there is a trace of evil spirit in the pill?"
"You..." Qu Mu was shocked, sluggish for a while, suffocating the words.
"vicious."
Ji Chou was speechless: "Save him and call me a crow, but if you don't save him, I will call me vicious."
"It's really hard to be a man, it's even harder to be a man."
With a brush, Qu Muqiao blushed.
He lowered his head and asked weakly, "Is what you just said is true?"
"What?" Ji Chou pretended to be dumbfounded.
"Just what you said..." Qu Mu still wanted to explain.
Ji Chou interrupted: "Oh, by the way, Money is rich and asked me to discuss something."
"I'm leaving now, bye."
Without waiting for a reply, Ji Chou fled and left.
...
Zhang Yan deliberately went to the wrong place in the office of the senior group of the school.
lost face in the mall that day, and family's financial resources were definitely not enough.
I can show off the students' grades under my own hands.
"Yeah, sorry, the first grade group has no place, come here to borrow it."
Without waiting for someone to reply, Zhang Yan found herself at the table next to Qu Mu and sat down.
Put down the paper and comment while approving.
Her eloquence is not bad, and her students' evaluations are overwhelming.
Waiting for Qu Mu to answer, so can take the opportunity to find some face back.
However, Qu Mu ignored it and bowed his head to do his work seriously.
Zhang Yan couldn't bear it, raising her voice.
"Teacher Qu Mu, what's the grade of Zhen Ji in your class?"
Qu Mu shook his head and sighed, "Hey, not ideal."
"Gluck" Zhang Yan smiled very impersonally.
"I'll just say, rubbish is always rubbish."
"It's useless to have money in the family, and the brain is not good. You have to give people money if you lose your wealth."
Qu Mu frowned, slightly dissatisfied: "Leave some virtue under your mouth, I really want to see you in the future."
In the office, there are other teachers who are also helping Qu Mu to speak.
"Students should be treated equally."
"Regardless of the grades, we should be patient in teaching knowledge."
Zhang Yan is not afraid of Qu Mu and the others. After all, it has been a long time.
And Jin Kuan disappeared in Ancient eight city long ago.
Even if Qu Mu and others told what they saw that day, no one might believe it.
What's more, when the Ni family is involved, chewing on the roots of the tongue at will can easily catch fire.
Zhang Yan had no fear, and curled her lips and said, "What I said is the truth."
"I remember what Teacher Qu Mu said, personally give Ji Zhen make up lessons."
"I not only suspect that Ji Zhen has a bad brain, but also the teaching level of Teacher Qu Mu."
Qu Mu faintly responded: "If the principal is worried about things, I won't bother Zhang Yan."
At this time, there was a knock on the office door.
The knocker came in uninvitedly: "Excuse me, the school wants to find an excellent essay as an example."
"How about the senior third group? Are there any good articles for this exam."
The visitor was Xu Mo, the principal of this school.
Seeing everyone being silent, Xu Mo said, "Teacher Qu Mu has a unique vision."
"I wonder if Teacher Qu Mu has any suitable articles recommended."
Qu Mu shook his head and responded, "I'm sorry, the principal, no good articles have been found so far."
Zhang Yan ridiculed again: "Qu Mutian wants to hang out with the big money, so don't focus on teaching."
Xu Mo frowned slightly, very disappointed.
"Huh." In the office, the male teacher Zhang Heng exclaimed.
"This composition portrays a three-pointer of survival in the wild, as if you have experienced it yourself."
"Principal, how about using this as a demonstration."
"Whose article?" Xu Mo asked.
Zhang Heng said frankly: "This time in order to prevent teacher favoritism, the senior third group reviewed anonymously.
"The signatures of all examination papers are sealed, and I can't see them temporarily."
Xu Mo was curious and took the paper and glanced randomly.
The composition of a high school student is not enough for the principal to study carefully.
Xu Mo was still very careless after receiving the paper.
After a second glance, the old principal's eyes widened, attracted by the content of the article.
At this time, was attentive and stuck in it, unable to get out.
Xu Mo read the 2,000-word article for twenty minutes.
All the teachers in the office were very cooperative and didn't bother.
The atmosphere was quiet for twenty minutes.
"Huh." Xu Mochang exhaled and commented excitedly.
"If the pen is vivid and vivid, I suspect that it is plagiarism from famous authors."
Zhang Heng shook his head: "Impossible, there are very few articles about survival in the wild."
"I have read almost all the famous articles. This composition is absolutely original."
Xu Mo smiled and joked: "Teacher Zhang is so admired, you wouldn't tell that it was written by your class students."
Zhang Yan was shameless and wanted to come over and read the article for a while.
"I think of writing like the third-highest scholar and second-place winner."
Xu Mo laughed: "Congratulations to Teacher Qu Mu. The champion and the second place in the ranking last time were from your class."
Zhang Yan didn't understand the situation in the third year of high school, and she didn't expect to make a big mistake.
After hearing this, intestines turned blue and quickly changed mouth.
"No, no, I mean..."
Xu Mo interrupted, a little impatient: "Don't guess, open the envelope and see whose article it is."
The answer was quickly revealed, and Ji Zhen's name was impressively listed.
In the office, everyone cast envy and congratulations to Qu Mu, cheering.
Only Zhang Yan was dumbfounded, blushing and a thick neck.
After holding back for a long time, he was dissatisfied and said, "It must be some morally corrupt people who leaked the exam questions, so Ji Zhen made preparations in advance."
Qu Mu smiled, too lazy to bother with her.
The principal Xu Mo was furious: "Zhang Yan, what is your consciousness?"
"One minute before the exam, I temporarily announced the composition topic."
"Do you mean to question me? You said I leaked the question?"
Zhang Yan called this a hate. Why did she hit her gun every time she spoke.
He quickly apologized: "I'm sorry the principal, I, I didn't mean that."
"No, you are a teacher in the higher group." Xu Mo slapped his forehead and suddenly realized.
Without giving Zhang Yan a chance to explain, she said angrily: "Go back to your senior group and don't disturb others' work here."
After Zhang Yan left, the principal Qu Muyu had a strong heart.
"Teacher Qu Mu, I know this classmate Ji Zhen."
"Education to this kind of achievement will inevitably pay a lot."
"Tomorrow, I will report to the whole school to praise Ji Zhen."
Qu Mu was very nervous: "Don't don't don't, the principal, don't be like this."
Immediately, with a slight apology, he said frankly: "I really don't conceal it."
"Ji Zhen is good at Chinese subjects, but other subjects have improved, but not ideal."
Xu Mo is very patient: "Predict, what ranking will be ranked this time."
Qu Mu replied, "Probably the middle is lower."
Xu Mo was very open: "It doesn't matter, Teacher Qu Mu keeps on cheering, I am optimistic about you."
"Half a semester, I can progress from a student who doesn't understand the first grade class to a middle school student in the third grade."
"It's a miracle, it's enough for our school to use it as a publicity."
"Since Teacher Qu Mu wants to keep a low profile, it's up to you."
"Final exam, waiting for your good news."
Qu Mu was overjoyed: "Thank you, principal for your concern."
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