Director Wang didn't have a chance to say a word until they arrived at the office. As soon as he spoke, Mu Miao started crying. In the end, he just howled without shedding any tears. It was obvious at a glance that he was crying fake tears.

But Pei Qingye and Jiang Qianliu fell for his tricks and kept coaxing him with soft words out of concern.

Mu Miao entered the office and looked around first. He felt relieved when he didn't see Song Qi.

He didn't want to behave like a problem student in front of Song Qi, fighting and making trouble all day and being called into the office.

Mu Miao sat on the sofa, took the warm water handed to her by a female teacher, and politely said thank you to her.

The female teacher gently touched his head, smoothed his messy hair, and said with concern, "It's okay, little classmate, what's wrong with you? Did someone bully you? Remember to tell the teacher if you have any difficulties."

Director Wang said in a stiff tone, "Teacher Ning, you have nothing to do here. Get out."

Teacher Ning looked at Mu Miao awkwardly, then stood up and left.

Director Wang closed the office door, sat down at his desk, sipping his tea with a gloomy look.

After entering the room, Mu Miao noticed a young man in ghost state standing by the window. His school uniform was torn to shreds, and the exposed skin was covered with bruises.

There were dark marks of strangulation on his neck, which were obviously the cause of his death.

The young man stared at Director Wang resentfully and walked towards him step by step, but was blocked by a transparent barrier and could not get close to him.

Mu Miao remembered Jiang Qianliu's identity as a Taoist priest, secretly tugged at his clothes, and signaled him with his eyes to look at the boy's position.

Jiang Qianliu looked around and looked at Mu Miao with a blank expression.

Mu Mu's eyes were almost sore from blinking, but for some reason this person couldn't see the ghost.

"Don't be afraid."

Pei Qingye saw Mu Miao staring at the ghost with red eyes. He patted him on the back and lowered his voice, "This ghost doesn't seem to have any intention of hurting us. Don't be afraid."

Obviously, Pei Qingye also saw him.

But Jiang Qianliu still didn't understand and looked confused.

Mu Miao moved his butt speechlessly, away from Pei Qingye and sat next to Yin Lin.

Bai Jialin watched quietly as Mu Mu moved from one man to another, his fingers clenched, his nails digging into his palms, and he looked at Mu Mu as if he wanted to eat him alive.

Mu Miao caught his gaze, secretly raised her eyelids and glanced at Bai Jialin, and while no one else was paying attention, she arrogantly stuck out her tongue and made a face at him.

Bai Jialin took a few deep breaths to prevent himself from losing his temper. His skills were plagiarized, and the other party used his skills to steal his home. It felt as disgusting as eating maggots alive.

Seeing this, Mu Miao almost laughed out loud with pride, and quickly buried her face in Yin Lin's neck, her body trembling.

Yin Jingnan leaned close to him and whispered, "Don't cry yet. Save your tears and cry to Xiran when he comes. Otherwise, I'll die."

Mu Mu gave her an OK gesture.

Yin Lin laughed.

Pei Qingye looked at Mu Miao crying, and his heart felt like it was being pulled, sore and swollen. He comforted him awkwardly, "Brother, it's okay, brother. I will protect you. I will never let that bastard named Zhong go. I promise you!"

Thinking that Mu Mu was almost violated by that fat-headed and big-eared beast, Pei Qingye felt a pang of fear. He regretted not going out with Mu Mu and letting Mu Mu face this beast alone.

Jiang Qianliu kept staring at Director Wang and said pointedly, "Director, shouldn't the school give us an explanation about this matter?"

Director Wang put down his teacup with a snap, leaned back in his chair, and said earnestly, "The school will definitely give you a result on this matter. Is 60 million enough?"

Mu Miao was stunned, "What do you mean?"

"The school is compensating you," Director Wang said slowly. "You didn't suffer any substantial harm. This 60 million is compensation for your emotional distress. As for Teacher Zhong's medical expenses, the school won't bother you kids. They'll cover it."

Jiang Qianliu understood what he meant and his eyes darkened. "Does the school want to settle this privately?"

Pei Qingye objected, sneer- ing sarcastically, "Sixty million to get rid of beggars? Either hand Zhong Dalu over, or you'll be in trouble."

Director Wang remained unfazed. He sighed with a stern air, "Alas, you kids are still so inexperienced. Tell me, if word got out that a boy was molested by his teacher, how would you let Mu Miao survive in society?"

It was clearly an attempted event, but in his mouth it became something that had already happened.

Before Mu Miao realized anything, Jiang Qianliu and Pei Qingye fell silent.

Mu Miao tilted his head, puzzled, "Why am I the one who can't survive? This isn't my fault. I'm the victim. Why are you talking as if I'm the one who's guilty?"

Director Wang smiled and said, in the tone of an elder educating an ignorant junior, "Little student, this matter is inherently dirty. They don't care whether you are the victim or the perpetrator. As long as you are involved in this matter, you will carry this stain for the rest of your life."

As he said this, the ghost behind him became more and more violent. The young man threw himself on the barrier, his expression sad and miserable, and kept hitting the barrier that was protecting Director Wang.

After hearing Director Wang's stern words, Mu Miao laughed angrily, "You mean you're still protecting me?"

Director Wang had made up his mind that Mu Miao didn't dare to publicize this matter. He smiled and nodded, "I'm glad you understand."

Just then, the door was kicked open.

Xiran was holding a little orange cat in his arms. The little orange cat was obviously in much better spirits. When it saw Mu Mu, it immediately made a soft and tender cry, "Meow~ Meow~"

Xiran's clear eyes were filled with anger. Yanxu stood side by side with him, his arm around his shoulders.

Xiran had obviously taken Director Wang's words to heart. His face was expressionless, and his tone was unfriendly. "What do you understand? Tell me."

Director Wang stood up in surprise, a flattering smile plastered on his face, "Why are you two here?"

He stretched out his hand like a seasoned man, wanting to shake hands with Xiran, but Yan Xu kicked him out just before he touched Xiran.

"ah!"

Yan Xu didn't hold back when he kicked Director Wang. He fell to the ground and wailed for a long time. His ribs were almost broken and he couldn't even get up.

When Mu Miao saw her brother coming, she burst into tears and threw herself into Xiran's arms, complaining pitifully, "Brother, they bullied me and even used money to keep me from telling anyone. Woo woo woo woo... These people are too mean!"

Yin Jingnan echoed, "That's right, I took action because Mu Mu was bullied. You can't scold me this time."

Xiran glanced at her quietly, and Yin Jingnan immediately fell silent and hid behind Yin Lin.

Mu Miao hugged Xiran's waist and whined, muttering that he was bullied and needed his brother's support.

Xiran smiled, and seeing that his hair was stuck to his face by tears, she tucked it behind his ear and soothed him softly, "It's okay, brother is here, don't be afraid."

Mu Miao hummed in a depressed tone and buried his head in Xiran's arms.

Yan Xu looked unhappy and grabbed Mu Mu's collar to take him out of Xiran's arms. Xiran slapped his hand and warned him with his eyes.

A trace of grievance flashed across Yan Xu's handsome face, and he shouted, "Brother..."

Pei Qingye stared blankly at the family over there. It seemed that his brother already had his own family and didn't need him anymore.

Jiang Qianliu ran directly to Xiran and introduced himself with a smile, "Hello, brother. I'm Mu Mu's good friend, Jiang Qianliu. You can just call me Qianliu."

Xiran looked at him for a while, then turned his gaze to Pei Qingye, who remained silent, and smiled, "Hello."

The arrival of Xiran and Yanxu alarmed the principal, a shrewd-looking old man. After he understood what had happened, he immediately apologized to Mu Mu.

Yin Jingnan also handed over Bai Jialin's mobile phone, saying that there were videos taken by Bai Jialin in it.

Bai Jialin faced everyone's gaze, gritted his teeth and swallowed it, "Yes, I took this photo specifically to use as evidence."

When Pei Qingye heard this, he punched him in the chest and said, "Good buddy."

Bai Jialin: "..."

Damn, I've never been so speechless in my life.

The principal still gave Mu Mu 60 million. He said with deep sorrow, "Take this 60 million. It's my fault that this happened at the school. I've already called the police. Once Teacher Zhong's condition improves, the police will handle this matter."

Before leaving, Mu Miao turned his head to look at the ghost next to the window. His body became much more solid, and he was closer to Director Wang, with his long nails about to touch his neck.

Mu Miao just glanced at it and then looked away. That afternoon, he took the little orange cat and donated the money to the local stray animal protection organization.

Mu Mu was given a day off because of this incident. He walked on the streets around West, happily shopping and eating.

Occasionally, I would feed the kitten in my arms.

The little orange cat's body was also newly made by Xiran, so there is no need to worry that these foods will cause damage to its body.

"Meow, meow~"

The little kitten suddenly tugged at Mu Mu's sleeve and pointed to a place crowded with ghosts.

Mu Miao touched his head and walked forward to take a look.

That was where trash cans were piled up. Ghosts were crowded in front of the trash cans, fishing something out of them. When Mu Mu walked in, he discovered that they were holding different organs in their hands.

Hands, intestines, heart...

Mu Mu had seen this kind of scene before, where weak ghosts were eaten by other stronger ghosts.

The next second, a ghost walked away contentedly holding the head.

Mu Mu's heart was shaken instantly, because that face was Zhong Dalu's. He hurriedly picked up a branch on the ground and rummaged through the trash can.

There was only a pile of minced meat inside, which looked like minced pork. The hot weather had caused the meat to slightly deteriorate, and the sour and smelly smell mixed with the smell of other garbage attracted green-headed flies to linger around.

Mu Mu felt nauseous, dropped the branch, and ran to a place with good air flow and stayed there for half a night to avoid vomiting.

Zhong Dalu is dead...

In just a few hours, Zhong Dalu turned into a pool of minced meat and was thrown into the trash can, and his soul was also divided and eaten. Mu Mu couldn't understand what had happened to him.

"Meow~"

The little orange cat rubbed Mu Mu's chin, its clear eyes full of worry.

Mu Mu rubbed against its furry body, stood up and walked towards the police station.

Fang Lingmo, who was on duty, saw a familiar face coming from afar. The boy's eyes, like the warm sun, lit up when he saw him.

Mu Miao held the kitten and said to Ling Mo, "Hello, I'm here to call the police."

The young police officer beside Fang Lingmo was shocked when he saw Mu Miao, "This, is there a ghost in broad daylight?"

Fang Lingmo was stunned for a few seconds, and his voice was extremely soft, as if he was afraid that a harsh tone would make the boy in front of him disappear, "Pei Nuo?"

"No, my name is Mu Mu."

It turned out that he was not alone. Fang Lingmo didn't know whether he felt disappointed or relieved.

At least, Pei Nuo's painful life has ended.

Song Qi came out at this time and saw him, and asked in surprise, "Mu Mu?"

When Mu Miao saw him, he immediately ran towards him. Song Qi naturally put his arm around his shoulders and asked, "Why are you here?"

Mu Miao told them about the minced meat he had found. Fang Lingmo's face instantly darkened and he called a few people to rush over there.

Mu Miao got into the police car again. He asked Song Qi, who was beside him, "Why aren't you in school today?"

Song Qi answered in detail, "A new corpse arrived today, and the others can't handle it, so I have to do it. By the way, why didn't you attend class today?"

He raised his wrist to check his watch, "It's not time for you to get out of school yet."

Mu Miao told Song Qi everything that happened today. Song Qi's frown deepened, and he placed his hand on Mu Miao's wrist, which was tinged with blue. "Did he do this too?"

Mu Miao smiled heartlessly, "It's okay. Teacher Zhong was also beaten up and bleeding. I took advantage of the chaos and kicked him a few times. I didn't suffer any loss."

"Oh yes, it seems that the person who died was him."

Song Qi: "..."

He glanced at Fang Lingwei in front of him, and then looked at Mu Miao's face that was begging for praise with an indescribable look. "Mu Miao, do you know that if something really happened to him, you would be a very serious suspect?"

Mu Miao stood up excitedly, "I didn't kill anyone!"

Song Qi hurriedly grabbed him, pulled him into his arms and comforted him, "I know, I know Mu Mu is a good boy and would not kill anyone."

Mu Mu was satisfied after hearing what he said, "Of course."

But he didn't see Song Qi's deep gaze. If something really happened to Mu Miao, Song Qi couldn't guarantee that he would continue to be a good person.

He has died once, and Song Qi will never let anything happen to him again. He must protect him well.

The minced meat in the trash can was taken back to the police station for DNA testing, and Mu Miao followed Song Qi back home.

Before leaving, Fang Lingmo stopped Song Qi, playing with a pen in his hand, "Professor Song, he seems to be still a high school student. I don't want to see you in prison."

Song Qi held Mu Miao's hand and said in a cold tone, "It has nothing to do with you."

Fang Lingmo retorted, "Then I'm also looking forward to escorting you in personally."

Mu Miao didn't understand what they were saying. Holding the cat, he suddenly remembered something and poked his head out from behind Song Qi. "Officer Fang, you'd better check on the teachers at West School. They seem to be doing something... bad to the students."

Fang Lingwei hadn't expected Mu Miao to speak to him, so he was a little slow to react. "Okay, we'll definitely investigate thoroughly."

Mu Miao smiled and said, "Okay, thank you."

Song Qi put his hand on his neck, carried him into the car like a kitten, and drove home.

Dinner was prepared by Song Qi as usual. It was very simple, with cola chicken wings, scrambled eggs with tomatoes, and winter melon soup, all of which were Mu Mu's favorites.

After eating and drinking, Mu Mu curled up on the sofa with his belly exposed, and the little orange cat curled up beside him. Both the man and the cat looked equally lazy.

Mu Miao was the most relaxed here with Song Qi. After relaxing, he began to feel sleepy. His eyelashes trembled and slowly drooped.

Suddenly, he felt a light on his waist and opened his eyes in startle.

Song Qi was holding a box of ointment, his slender fingers stained with sticky ointment, and was applying it to the bruises on his waist.

His hands kept moving, "Don't move, I'll apply medicine on you."

Mu Miao's body froze and he dared not move.

However, his waist was his most sensitive spot. Song Qi was afraid of hurting him, so he used less force. The tingling sensation from his fingertips rubbing against his skin made Mu Mu twist his body uncomfortably. His voice trembled, "...Itchy, Song Qi, it's very itchy."

Song Qi remained unmoved and continued to apply medicine.

After the medicine was applied, Mu Mu's eyes became moist, her body trembled, and her fair skin was stained with a light pink.

Song Qi watched the scene, put down the ointment, and lifted Mu Mu's wrists to hold them above his head. "Mu Mu, or Pei Nuo, how old are you this year?"

Mu Miao: “……?”

Is it necessary to use this posture when asking about age?

The author has something to say:

Fang Lingwei's shackles were ready to move: He is a minor, you are very cruel.

Song Qi dead fish face: I don’t care.

Turning around, he asked Mu Mu: How old are you?

Mu Miao:?