241 Anxiety is also divided into types

At lunchtime, Mu Qian seriously discussed the issue of soul recovery with Chen Shaoyong, who was actually an expert figure in the field of fighting soul recovery. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Therefore, Mu Qian destroyed the resurrection, and Chen Shaoyong was a bit unemployed in disguise......

"Destroy the town, and let a 'downline' member go and prepare for three years independently?"

Chen Shaoyong thought for a while, and then categorically denied it, "This is not the style of resurrection, their resurrection worship is 'revenge action', in order to accumulate tribute to the goddess of revenge, the goddess of revenge ......"

It seems that he was taught a lesson by Mu Qian......

The uncle immediately shut up and silently ate the garlic scrambled eggs.

Pang Sanlang asked weakly: "Is there anything I need to do?"

"No, you can recuperate with peace of mind and strive to live for two more years. Mu Qian smiled and hit this man's survival confidence.

Pang Sanlang quickly shut up, lowered his head and took a scrambled egg with tomatoes.

Song Shijing also briefly introduced the organizational information she sorted out yesterday about the control of Ren Ying's father, and there is very little information currently known, and it is completely impossible to investigate.

"Kunwu Mountain is worthy of being the number one force in the main plane of mankind. Mu Qian looked at the sky lightly.

Song Shijing could only burst into tears, and tearfully took a scrambled egg with a loofah.

Wait...... How a table full of scrambled eggs!

In fact, this matter has to start when he ordered food just now, today Mu Qian said that he had a treat, and of course the lady was the first priority when ordering.

So Song Shijing ordered her favorite tomato scrambled eggs...... Then the uncle naturally understood that this was Song Shijing releasing a signal to him - to help Mu Qian save some pocket money.

The uncle had forgotten about Mu Qian's win last night, and in line with the principle that high school students can't be 'squandered', he ordered a scrambled egg with garlic and yellow sauce.

And Pang Sanlang saw that the two of them looked at Mu Qian, and ordered two scrambled egg dishes, thinking that Mu Qian liked to eat scrambled eggs, and he was trying to please Mu Qian's gods, so he naturally ordered a scrambled egg.

So, a table of scrambled eggs and a plate of cucumbers are simply vegetarian......

"Uncle, use the energy of your international crime investigation. Mu Qian said.

"Hey, okay!" Chen Shaoyong agreed, "It is our bounden duty to fight against criminal forces. What's more, if you want to make a move, then we are definitely willing to provide information in this regard!"

Pang Sanlang asked in a low voice: "Uncle, don't you want to use the touch of the great god to solve the gang that can't get along with your organization?"

Chen Shaoyong glared at him, can this kind of joke be made casually!

Although there is also such a little bit of thought.

"I'm going to get out of here in a while, so I'd better hurry. Mu Qian admonished.

Song Shijing subconsciously raised her hand to ask to speak, and the two teachers couldn't help laughing......

Pang Sanlang: "This classmate, it's good to have something to say." ā€

Song Shijing was a little embarrassed, this can be regarded as an occupational disease of a student, raising her hand to speak or something. She said: "I will also try to help, Ren Ying's situation is really pitiful." ā€

"It's okay," Mu Qian smiled, "I can't say that I am pitiful or not pitiful, I can only say that everyone's life experience is different." ā€

"That's right," the tough guy uncle also sighed with special emotion, "different lives are intertwined with complex societies, and this is where our world is wonderful and beautiful." ā€

Pang Sanlang glared: "You still have the talent of this kind of literary and artistic youth! I didn't see it, come, have a drink." ā€

The two men picked up the glasses and touched each other, and then took the glass and drank it all.

"Okay guys!"

Behind the familiar screen, there were murderous voices.

Disheveled!

The screen was kicked down directly, and Pang Sanlang and Chen Shaoyong, who were drinking with a cup, turned their heads at the same time, but Pang Sanlang twisted towards the uncle, and the uncle twisted towards Pang Sanlang, and then the two were shocked by each other's appearance at the same time, and a mouthful of salt soda squirted out.

It's called a heavy rain.

Song Shijing and Mu Qian silently put down the chopsticks in their hands, these dishes have been basically contaminated.

Next to him, Teacher Xiao Ning stood there with a fierce waist, glaring angrily at the two men.

"I didn't drink, I didn't drink today!"

Pang Sanlang instantly confessed, holding a small half cup of soda, "Look! It's still bubbling!"

"Hmph, do you think I haven't seen liquor!" Teacher Xiao Ning gritted his teeth, tilted his head, and said arrogantly, "Liquor is all sparkling!"

Mu Qian holds his forehead with one hand, who taught the common sense of this Xiaomeng teacher?

The hotel manager next to him: "Well, that, if you're okay, please put up the screen and ask your parents to come over and negotiate compensation for the cost of damaging the screen...... Okay, little sister?"

Teacher Xiao Ning's forehead instantly hung a few black lines.

Parents?Little Sister?

Song Shijing blinked, how did she feel that there was a flame burning around the art teacher......

……

It's true that I didn't drink today, and Teacher Xiao Ning can't ask them for guilt.

And the issue of compensation, after Pang Sanlang showed his excellent social skills, was also lightly exposed. It was originally a restaurant run by a small capital, and there were not so many rules and regulations.

"There's my art class in the afternoon, and neither of you is allowed to skip school!

Teacher Xiao Ning waved his fist at the two unqualified high school students and prepared.

Mu Qian said with a smile: "I want to show my skills, of course I won't run away." ā€

"By the way, you still said that you want to draw something, are you ready in advance?"

"No, paint on the spot. Mu Qian's words always have a faint confidence, which is the confidence of a master.

However, Song Shijing remembered the sketches she saw on Mu Qian's desk before, and the girl who sketched was not her, not Ren Ying, or Xiao Ling......

When she returned to the classroom, taking advantage of the opportunity when there was no one before and after climbing the stairs, Song Shijing didn't know what was wrong with her, so she asked directly: "Xiao Qian, who is the girl you painted before...... Yikes......"

Mu Qian had already finished walking the stairs, and as soon as he turned around, he turned his head to look at her question.

Behind him is the soft light of the window, his hands are in his pockets, and his gaze is habitually indifferent.

"If I had to say it, it would be my first girlfriend. ā€

First love?girlfriend?

Song Shijing blinked, then covered her chest.

Should her first innocent love be dedicated to a boy who can't give the same affection to her first love?

This......

It doesn't seem to be anything.

"Well, isn't it said that the more experienced a boy is, the better?"

Song Shijing muttered quietly, and walked through the last two steps with a heavy heart.

So, he should have broken up by now, right?

Another sentence floated in front of her: "She has passed away, a long time ago." ā€

Song Shijing pursed her lips, feeling as if she had asked the wrong word, and changed from apprehension to apprehension...... The variety is not the same.

"I'm sorry. ā€

"It's okay," Mu Qian's voice was rare and leisurely, "It's been a long time, so there's no need to mention this again." ā€