Kneeling and begging our ancestors to be a good man Chapter 238 Qualifications [12] In the school tradition, Mo Qing is the invincible player in the world
Chapter 238 Qualifications [12] In the school tradition, Mo Qing is the invincible player in the world
Mo Qing bent down slightly, put his hands on his knees, turned his head slightly, and looked at Jiang Ke's mobile phone.
Jiang Ke really didn't say anything.
Mo Qing hissed: "...Is there anything you can't think about?"
"C-level mission." Jiang Ke finished applying, glanced at her with a half-smile, stood up slowly, and casually put his phone in his pocket, "The minister is the boss, so we can only rely on the captain to work harder."
The painting style is finally a bit more normal.
Mo Qing asked: "What mission did you take?"
Jiang Ke said: "Two online ride-hailing drivers were killed in Imperial City in succession, and the police could not find any clues. The mission rating of the operations department was c. I asked Huos for the mission and wanted to try my luck."
"Are you alone?"
Jiang Ke slowly raised his lips: "A taxi driver can't take a family with him."
Too.
Mo Qing said, "Please pay attention to your safety."
"rest assured."
When Jiang Ke said this, there was a smile in his eyes and he seemed to be in a good mood.
Mo Qing didn't notice it.
*
Jiang Ke sent Mo Qing back to school, but he did not rush to send her to the dormitory. Instead, he drove around the campus so that Mo Qing could get familiar with the terrain.
The last time he and Mo Qing went shopping, they didn't finish the tour one by one because they were walking.
When the car drove near Lake Bipa, Mo Qing opened the car window, and the slightly warm evening breeze blew in, accompanied by the laughter of the teenagers, and the sound of familiar musical instruments.
Gradually, the music sounded closer.
Mo Qing turned his head to look and saw a few students standing under the willow tree by the lake, playing the suona intermittently.
"Is it popular to play suona among college students nowadays?" Mo Qing looked away and turned to ask Jiang Ke.
"I haven't heard of it." Jiang Ke glanced at the situation by the lake, "They play suona here. It's a school tradition."
"How to say?"
"It is said that a hundred years ago, there was a strange girl in this school. She wanted to learn suona, so she showed up at the lakeside at five o'clock every day to practice..." Jiang Ke was halfway through his words when he noticed something was wrong with Mo Qing's expression.
Jiang Ke was suspicious: "You don't happen to know each other, right?"
Mo Qing's expression returned to normal: "...You continue."
Jiang Ke: "It is said that the teachers and students protested, but she refused to listen and refused to change despite repeated admonitions. Eventually, the teachers and students got used to it. After she left, the teachers and students felt uncomfortable and changed the wake-up bell to a well-known suona.
song."
Mo Qing rubbed the tip of his nose with his finger, and then asked: "What does it have to do with these suona-playing students?"
Jiang Ke said: "The wake-up bell is very magical, and there are always students who can't stand it, so they go to the lake to vent their anger, and use the civilized way of playing suona to greet the senior who caused them so much torture."
"..."
Mo Qing stopped talking.
Mo Qing, who was always good at giving advice, suddenly became silent this time. Jiang Ke had a strange intuition in his heart: "This senior, could it be you?"
Mo Qing was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said: "Actually, I can play the suona very well."
"..."
Jiang Ke was slightly startled.
This time, it was Jiang Ke's turn to be silent.
But after a long time, Jiang Ke couldn't help but smile: "What's wrong with you?"
"Um?"
"Even to learn suona, you have to come up with the whole tradition."
Mo Qing answered calmly: "That's great."
"..." Jiang Ke was speechless for a moment, "This school also has a tradition."
"What?"
"The repertoire of the wake-up call is the same every semester, but the performers are different." Jiang Ke said, "Half a month after the start of the semester, the student union will hold a suona competition for freshmen. Whoever wins will be the one to perform.
.”
"Yeah."
"Are you going to try it?" When Jiang Ke asked this, it was a bit teasing.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qing said enthusiastically: "Okay."
Jiang Ke: "..."
After going around in a circle, Jiang Ke first drove the car to a supermarket, bought some daily necessities with Mo Qing, and then took Mo Qing downstairs to the dormitory building.
Mo Qing did not leave in a hurry. He glanced at the new information on his phone and said, "I applied for an office at the Imperial City Branch of the base, and Director An has already approved it. We can have our own office within a week at the latest.
"
For people like them who are on a mission, it doesn't matter whether they have an office or not.
However, Mo Qing has always pursued - if other departments have it, our department must also have it.
Regardless of whether it is useful or not, you have to get it.
Jiang Ke: "Okay."
Mo Qing: "Let's go."
She opened the car door, picked up a bag, and walked out.
Jiang Ke looked at her back until she walked into the dormitory building and disappeared, then he looked away and drove away.
*
There are only three people in Mo Qing's dormitory.
She, Wen Yingxue, and Ji Yunxi.
She and Ji Yunxi were in the same major, but Wen Yingxue was not. She studied clinical medicine and was assigned here because there was a lack of beds.
I don't know if it's a coincidence.
Ji Yunxi had been reading medical books, and Wen Yingxue came back just before lights out.
Mo Qing, on the other hand, went to bed early and got up early. When the sound of suona sounded throughout all the dormitories the next morning, shocking all the freshmen, Mo Qing had already walked around the school.
At around six o'clock, she went to the cafeteria to buy breakfast. Instead of going back to the dormitory, she ate while walking, and finally came to the medical school building.
The medical school building is divided into three buildings: A, B, and C, which are distributed in a "u" shape. Each building has six floors and is very spacious.
Traditional Chinese Medicine and Traditional Chinese Medicine majors are located in Building C.
Mo Qingwu walked around for a while, and after passing a blackboard wall in the corridor on the first floor of Building C, he stopped, took a few steps back, came to the blackboard wall, and looked at the words on it.
It was a question related to Chinese herbal medicine, and the questions asked were very in-depth and off-topic.
Just a few lines, with all the blank space below for people to answer questions.
Questioner: Lu Qiong'an.
Time: March 21st.
——Almost half a year has passed and no one has answered it yet?
Mo Qing is very familiar with this.
This should also be a tradition in medical school.
Every semester, professors will leave their own research questions on the blackboard wall. Students can answer the questions or write their answers on paper and submit them to the teacher.
Students are not required to answer correctly, but if they have merit and are noticed by the teacher, they will naturally be favored.
A hundred years ago, when she was in medical school, she liked to come here to ask and answer questions when she had nothing to do. She was "the best in the world" and eventually no one wanted to play with her anymore.
Mo Qing stood for a moment, and his hands felt a little itchy.
After stuffing the last bite of the bun into his mouth, Mo Qing picked up a piece of chalk and started answering questions on the wall.
