Sui Yi looked at Jiang Muxiu in surprise, took the manuscript and opened it, only glanced at it, frowned, and handed the manuscript to Mo Ke who came over, "Xu's handwriting"

Dog?

Leaves?

Mo Ke's face was pale, he took the manuscript and looked at it carefully, his expression was slightly dark: "It's his"

The audience was actually in an uproar, Zhang Yunlong looked angry and shouted: "Suiyi, Mo Ke, what nonsense are you talking about!" This manuscript is clearly mine! Even if you favor Ye Zixu, you can't confuse black and white like this! ”

"Rui, you've also read my draft, you say, whose manuscript is it?"

Li Rui and Li Yang immediately agreed, accusing Sui Yi of the two.

The rest of the people were a little confused, not knowing what to say, Zhan Yu and the others spoke coldly on the side.

The scene was a bit chaotic.

Old Man Ye and the others were just about to speak.

Syllable!

The paper board slammed shut, too heavy and sonorous.

A lot of people were taken aback.

Even Wen Zhengli frowned heavily.

Mo Ke bent his eyebrows, smiled slightly, and said softly: "No one in this world dares to say that he has more say than me Mo Ke in world language handwriting, Minister Wen, even when I wrote the whole book of the museum for your grandfather Wen Chengyuan three years ago, no one dared to say that I made a mistake."

With such a sentence, Wen Zhengli's expression was stunned, then he was stunned, and finally his face changed color in an uproar: "You are"

Moko didn't look at him, but slowly pulled the copywriting clip open and took out the three manuscripts.

Only then did others see the beautiful writing on the manuscript.

"Write historical traces with Yi Su Xi rules, without personal feelings. I like to go to the roots, and there is only one Ye Zixu in the entire archaeology department who can write and only he can write about the next civilization, in this regard. Even the professors present are difficult to match, but he has always rarely written manuscripts, only because he knew last night that I would write manuscripts with Yi to make an exception Zhang Yunlong, do you know what Fuyunkai and Thousand Buddha's hands and Maoshan Dao are? Looking at your expression, I know that you don't know, and if you know, you wouldn't dare to unite two rabble people to do such an unseemly thing."

"But this matter is over, and the Department of Archaeology of Beijing University will not have any flaws because of the three of you, because your automatic withdrawal has allowed this to have a clean ending. What do you think? ”

Mo Ke's plain face remained as beautiful and gentle as ever, but it inexplicably gave people endless pressure.

So, this woman who has lived in the Han Temple for a long time and has a low profile in college finally showed her fangs?

If it weren't for Zhang Yunlong's behavior, the three of them would have touched her bottom line. I thought that this girl would be happy to continue to keep such a low profile.

But now she's clearly serious.

Wen Zhengli coughed, with a solemn expression, and said, "Just deal with it."

"I think too, any line of work is a black sheep. That's it. It's true that people with moral impairments are not suitable for academic careers, and I think all the professors here will think so."

Of course, Old Man Ye and the others all nodded.

Such a shameless person who takes away other people's academic papers for his own use is shameful in itself, not to mention that Zhang Yunlong behaved calmly from beginning to end, and was obviously not a habitual offender.

And there are even people who coerce and cooperate!

This behavior is simply outrageous!

"It seems that our attitude is the same in this regard, and no one here at our Qingdao University will talk nonsense. Discrediting the Department of Archaeology of Kyoto University"

As he spoke, his eyes swept over some of the young students present.

Zhan Yu and the others were suffocated in their hearts.

Who the hell is this Moko?

unexpectedly made Wen Zhengli, who has always been against Jingda, change the direction of the wind so quickly.

Zhan Yu subconsciously looked at Bai Jian Yuan. found that the other party was looking at Mo Ke, and couldn't help but sink in his heart.

"So, about this manuscript"

Mo Ke handed the three manuscripts to Sui Yi, "Sui Yi, I can only trouble you to contact Xia Zixu and ask him what to do, or, you help him decide, after all, on an occasion like today, he doesn't seem to bring a mobile phone."

It's been a semester since he was a companion, and Mo Ke still knows a lot about the most familiar Sui Yi and Ye Zixu.

She knew that Ye Zixu had a very good relationship with Yi, so good that he only listened to her alone.

"I know"

Sui Yi took the manuscript with his right hand and put it aside, picked up the pen and quickly wrote on a piece of white paper, while dropping the beak of the golden crow on the index finger of his left hand to his lips and blowing gently.

A clear, sharp voice rang out.

Less than two seconds.

Crash!

A dark shadow suddenly struck the wide open window.

It was a flying eagle with black feathers and gold, shooting in like a knife, with wings turning, the wind blowing, and an arc.

Under the horrified gaze of nine out of ten people, it pounced on Suiyi.

The wind whipped up and fluttered with the hair.

It's just that she didn't look at it, but raised her wrist lightly, and the flying eagle just grabbed the slender wrist with both claws, and its wings stretched out, and it was still carrying the wind.

What a dreamy and wild scene it was.

As soon as his fingers swiped the paper, a thin note appeared, and the fingers hooked up the note and landed in front of the eagle's beak.

"Huh, you know, go ahead"

Shout!

The eagle nodded, picked up a small note and flew out.

Everyone said they were stunned.

Only Mo Ke looked fixedly, and smiled slightly.

Breathtaking, casual.

At that time, in the huge conference hall not far from the main government building, there was a group of foreigners who were communicating quickly in English and French, they were students of some prestigious foreign universities, and the core of their discussion was about Chinese students who were rigid and inflexible and had poor communication skills

Su Zimu and Xu Man have all kinds of slanders in their hearts about this, but it is true that facts speak louder than words, and China is indeed inferior to people in other countries in this regard

But it's not all like that, these yellow-haired monkeys like to belittle the Chinese so much to elevate themselves, really

Xu Man is planning to use sharp English to guide this group of arrogant yellow-haired ghosts.

Suddenly!

"Oh my God!"

"Oh my God!"

"What's that?"

The two of them turned their heads to look at each other.

I saw a flying eagle circling and flying down from the sky rushing towards the almost full crowd with lightning speed

In the midst of chaos.

A man stood still and let it land safely on the chairs in the row in front of him.

The cold, expressionless young man took down the note from his mouth. After just one glance, he picked up the pen in his pocket and wrote it down. Then hand it to it.

Pick it up!

Crash!

The eagle flew away again.

Pull the wind domineering, arrogant and cold!

All Attended: (⊙o⊙)!!

The arrogant yellow-haired ghosts were stunned.

Su Zimu and Xu Man glanced at each other, the former smiled slightly, and said in a beautiful tone: "In fact, we Chinese students are really not very good at communicating with strangers, probably because some advanced elements have adopted a more natural way of communication."

For example, the eagle delivers letters.

The bunker is bursting! Handsome Split Sky! Explode the screen!

The great empire of China is mighty!

――――――――

This side of the venue is boiling, but the main government building is deserted. Mainly, the woman who whistled to summon the eagle had a purifying function - no one could say anything or move after she had spoken or moved.

Eh, high-efficiency purification - Liby laundry detergent, you deserve it!

Of course. It was quiet for less than half a minute.

And the messenger eagle returned.

The small note fell into Sui Yi's hand, she glanced at it, raised her eyebrows lightly, and said, "This manuscript is invalid." You choose someone else."

Go ahead. Sui Yi pinched up the three manuscripts with his fingers, and bowed slightly to Old Man Ye: "Senior Ye, I'll go first"

In terms of respecting teachers, Sui Yi is still relatively traditional, not to mention that Old Man Ye is also old, and respect is a must.

"Well, go on, Chang'an is also here today, in the medical department. If you're free, drop by and see her."

Ye Lao quite hoped that his little friend and even his granddaughter, who was a little withdrawn, could follow Yi and maintain a friendly relationship. One is that Sui Yi itself is too rare, and the second is that Sui Yi's friends are all very good, interpersonal relationships are originally one with one, Sui Yi is such a person, and her friends are naturally too, so that her granddaughter can make a lot of friends, and if he leaves in the future, she will not be too lonely

Ye Lao had such thoughts, so he didn't mind that these words were a bit explicit.

"Good"

Sui Yi knew that Ye Changan was also here today, after all, he had only contacted him yesterday, but the Chang'an girl did not mention that she was in the Ministry of Obligations, and there may be some official confidentiality agreement.

Old Man Ye can say it so aggressively, obviously the time of this confidentiality agreement has passed.

Mo Ke smiled slightly and left with Yi.

Obviously, this is no longer a place where "idle people" can stay.

Yun Chun and the others hesitated for a second, but they still followed behind and left one after another.

As soon as the door was opened, the only ones who could be left were Old Man Ye and other Taidou of the Department of Archaeology of Beijing University and the people from the Organization Department of Qingda University, as well as Qu Wenxuan

A schoolgirl.

This girl had been standing aside before, not as sonorous and sharp as Zhan Yu, nor as gentle and calm as Bai Zhiyuan, she had been watching coldly, as if she had completely accepted the arrangements of others.

Or whatever you want.

"Qin Li, I'll leave it to you here" Bai Zhiyuan's sweet voice came, and he glanced at it, his gaze swept over the girl in the corner.

The snow-white dress, with a long coat draped outside, withdrew her gaze from the potted plant in the corner after hearing the words, and bowed her head lightly.

Sui Yi turned his face and walked out the door.

After taking two steps, I gently rubbed the three manuscripts in the palm of my hand, and the powder fell into the trash.

It's just that the light of the sun wafts through the glass path, and some of it wanders through the powder, leaning between his fingers, like years that have penetrated through it.

With Yi suddenly feeling this way, he couldn't help frowning slightly, and then looked up.

The glass walkway is long and empty, and the top and bottom are bright, as if connected between heaven and earth.

The man standing sideways was looking at the sky, obviously separated by glass, but it seemed that she was in the middle of heaven and earth.

But you can see the reflection on the glass -- her side. (To be continued......)