Professor Sun was really sincere and didn't distinguish for his son, but a few old professors in the school, when they mentioned Shuimu's son of Professor Sun, they all looked incredulous, and their eyes almost popped out.

"How is that possible, kid...... It's pretty well-behaved."

"Sun Cheng, this kid can be regarded as something we grew up with, he is a little naughty, but he has always been very measured, and he also knows how to take care of people, how, how-"

These old professors obviously don't know about Sun Cheng's great achievements.

As a father, Professor Sun seemed to know his son better, and shook his head: "That kid was spoiled by his grandfather, grandmother, grandfather, and grandmother, and he can act on his face, but in fact, he has bad water in his stomach, I only thought he was a little bad before, and he can get by on the big side, so I hope he will pretend to be a good person for a lifetime, and pretend that I close my eyes and don't make a big mess, now look, hey."

Mu Qingyun also sighed.

His wife Wang Min was not so emotional, she only silently took out the checkbook and signed the compensation of 20 million, with a slightly helpless expression: "He is a bastard, but he is my son, I used to be young, and after giving birth to a child, I still think I am a child, and I don't have the heart to care about him, he is now suffering from this stupid disease, and I am also responsible."

Therefore, she can only bear the consequences.

Mu Qingyun glanced at the check, blinked, and did not refuse to write a letter of understanding in her heart, although she felt that Sun Cheng had received a solid training and seemed to be better for Professor Sun and Ms. Wang.

The trouble he caused this time is not too bad, the Sun family should be able to bear it, and Wang Min can afford it, as for leaving a bad record, anyway, if you look at the university he studied, you will know that Sun Cheng will study abroad in the future, even if he returns to China, his mother will arrange a job for him, and if he leaves a bad record, it will not have a particularly big impact on him.

But the parents didn't want their son to suffer in their hearts, so Mu Qingyun naturally couldn't give them any advice.

I was just about to turn over the paper and pen to write a letter of understanding, but on the side of the inspection department, the basic requirement for the letter of understanding is handwriting, and it is said that they don't quite recognize the computer type.

Mu Qingyun was just about to start writing when he heard a bang at the door of the café, and all the guests and waiters were startled.

The waiter hurriedly walked over, "Miss, are you okay?"

As soon as Mu Qingyun turned his head, he saw the dark hair and the whirlpool on the top of his head, and when the other party raised his head, he couldn't help blinking, and he was not surprised.

Xing Jingjing cried a handful of snot and tears, and hummed vigorously, "It's my fault, it's me who broke your suitcase, it's me, don't blame my brother, I will pay for it, I can't afford it in this life, and I will also compensate you for being a cow and a horse in the next life." Woo woo woo."

Mu Qingyun: "......"

No, this pole will be supported in the next life, this little girl thinks so beautifully.

The owner of the café and the service staff suddenly became two big, Mu Qingyun's old class and two professors hurriedly came over, obviously there were students who reported the news, or the teachers were experienced and had sharp methods, and even flickered and persuaded Professor Sun and his wife and Xing Jingjing to take them away.

"Whew."

The class guide knocked on the table with a serious expression, "Ah Qing, don't meet these people alone in the future, next time they come again, you will come to me, don't talk nonsense with these people."

Mu Qingyun is the treasure of the school, it is not easy to cultivate a talent like their history department, like Mu Qingyun, less than two months after entering the school, the professors' eyes began to shine when they looked at her.

Now the signs of various secret wars have been revealed.

Although everyone knows that Mu Qingyun wants to enter Mu Chuncheng's class, even if he enters Mu Chuncheng's class, he also needs a tutor, especially if he is admitted to graduate school in the future, he will definitely be accepted by a certain professor.

Now Mu Qingyun has not yet chosen a mentor, so there is hope for everyone, and the professors treat her like a baby eyeball, and now that someone is bullying the disciples they fancy like this, who can rest assured?

"Ah Qing, now is the time for you to study hard, don't let those miscellaneous things affect you."

Mu Qingyun nodded honestly, and sure enough, he didn't pay attention to it anymore.

Winter is coming, Emperor

The wind here carried a spicy smell of burning knives, Mu Qingyun carried a new suitcase into the lounge, and the two senior sisters were nervously putting on their faces with makeup, and when they looked back at her suitcase, they hurriedly said, "When it's over later, put the box in the safe first."

For this new costume, the school has specially prepared a safe.

"Ah Qing, you are really calm, if I am stared at so strangely, I can't stand it for a day, I will definitely go crazy."

Mu Qingyun smiled.

In the past few days, that little classmate Xing Jingjing has always appeared around her out of nowhere, obviously this girl has a little education, and she has not rushed up to talk nonsense, but has been staring at her with resentful eyes, in the library, in the classroom, in the playground, and in the auditorium.

When Professor Wang saw her posture like this, he couldn't help but come over and persuade her in a gentle voice.

Xing Jingjing's appearance is not particularly good, but she is very delicately dressed, and she looks delicate and beautiful, but she should also be more suitable for the entertainment industry, this appearance is the kind of very innocent and simple look.

If this kind of role is needed in the entertainment industry, Xing Jingjing is indeed an excellent choice, she doesn't need acting skills, she puts it there, it is very convincing.

On the day of the Spring Festival Gala, the lights on the stage are bright, and the sound and light special effects and the wonderful program can completely outperform the ordinary professional stage.

The audience was also nervous and orderly, dragging the suitcase to help Mu Qingyun put on the costume, and glanced at Xing Jingjing, who was standing in the background and lost her soul, and she was very uncomfortable.

"Oh my God, wouldn't she feel creepy if she was looking at you like this all the time? How can you go on stage in a while?"

Mu Qingyun smiled suddenly.

It's just a little girl staring, if even this will feel unbearable, then she must have lived a miserable life every day when she was in the last script.

The host of the stage announcing the curtain had a low and pleasant voice - "Please below, Mu Qingyun brings us the Peking Opera "Zhaoming"."

Mu Qingyun's expression was solemn, and with the sound of accompaniment, he shook his long sword and jumped forward.

The audience present saw that on the layers of curtains, under the illumination of the lights, Mu Qingyun wore a cloak made of peacock feathers and looked like a fairy in the wind, and the long sword was unsheathed in mid-air, stepping on the drum step by step.

For a while, the audience felt that a heart was beating wildly with the beat of the drum.

Several old professors stretched out their hands to cover their chests, listening to Mu Qingyun spit out the lyrics clearly sentence by sentence, the stories they had read since childhood seemed to have really happened in reality.