After Mu Miao finished the introduction, he almost became withdrawn. He curled up in a ball, his head leaning against the window, with his eyebrows lowered and his eyes drooping.
Song Qi's cold voice echoed in the classroom, "Student Mu Miao, listen carefully in class and don't be distracted."
Mu Miao: "QAQ!"
He once again received the attention of the entire class. He endured the embarrassment and shame, twisted his body, sat up straight, and replied vaguely, "Okay...Teacher."
Jiang Qianliu tilted his head and asked doubtfully, "Do you know Song Qi? He seems to be paying special attention to you."
Mu Miao shook his head and answered helplessly, "I don't know him."
He just followed Song Qi for a while in soul state. Song Qi had only seen his corpse, not him, so he didn't know him.
Jiang Qianliu nodded thoughtfully. The Jiang family was also one of the top wealthy families in Yuncheng, and the upper circles were interconnected. He quickly remembered Song Qi's identity: the younger brother of the head of the Song family, a traitor among the rich second generation who went against the grain and delved into academic studies.
Jiang Qianliu had never heard of any gossip about him. He cast his gaze at Mu Miao, who was listening attentively, and his brows wrinkled a little.
Could it be that he likes this kind of tenderness? Jiang Qianliu silently squeezed towards Mu Mu, taking up his space bit by bit, their arms pressed tightly together, as if only this could make him feel at ease.
Mu Miao was so focused that he didn't notice that his personal space had been quietly invaded. Jiang Qianliu was too close to him.
He found this class extremely painful. In the first half of the class, he was able to focus all his attention on Song Qi. His mind was not very sharp but he was still working diligently.
But as the difficulty of the knowledge increased, Mu Mu began to not understand, so everything around him began to become interesting, whether it was the flowing hair on the forehead or the neatly trimmed nails, they were particularly attractive at this moment.
Mu Miao spent the second half of the class staring at his nails. The sound of Song Qi's lecture beside him could not reach his brain. At best, he could only appreciate the pleasant sound.
After the class, Mu Miao lowered her head under Song Qi's strange gaze and refused to look him in the eye.
He just didn't listen, what's wrong? !
Mu Mu's belated rebellion came online at this moment, and he was like a dead pig that was not afraid of boiling water and was throwing himself into trouble.
Song Qi first walked out of the classroom, then returned, "Student Mu Miao, please come to my office after school."
Mu Miao: "...Okay."
Unfortunately, rebellion is nothing compared to the teacher's instructions.
Today is Sunday, and formal classes will start tomorrow. There is no evening self-study until 9 pm tonight, and school will end on time at 5 pm.
Jiang Qianliu didn't take anything with him and was ready to go home empty-handed. He looked at Mu Miao, who looked like she had lost all hope in life, and asked, "Do you want me to go with you?"
Mu Miao asked in confusion, "Why do you want to accompany me? Teacher Song didn't ask you to go to the office."
Jiang Qianliu poked Mu Miao's smooth forehead in frustration, "I'm just worried that you'll be bullied if you go alone. You have thin arms and legs. If someone wants to do something to you, can you resist?"
Mu Miao blinked, "But I'm a ghost. No matter what, I'm still more powerful than humans."
Jiang Qianliu had obviously forgotten about this. He touched his tall nose sheepishly and said, "Well... you really don't need me to accompany you?"
Mu Miao refused outright, "No need."
He is not a baby who can't walk and needs someone to accompany him in everything.
These two simple words made Jiang Qianliu unhappy. His handsome face darkened and he deliberately snorted. "If you don't want it, then don't. I don't have to pester you. I have a lot of things to do."
After saying that, he strode away.
Mu Mu was still tidying up his desk. After a whole day of classes, the desk was in a mess. Mu Mu had a slight obsession with cleanliness. Just as he liked to keep himself clean, his things also had to be clean and pleasing to the eye.
A few minutes later, Mu Miao cleaned up the desk and prepared to go to the office to find Song Qi, when he suddenly remembered the scene of Jiang Qianliu running out of the classroom.
[001, Is Jiang Qianliu angry?]
001 also didn't understand, [Angry? Why would he be angry?]
Mu Mu was also acting on intuition, unable to put his finger on why. [I don't know, he seemed angry, but also not.]
001: [Why bother? Whether he's angry or not has nothing to do with you.]
Mu Miao thought about it and agreed with it, so he simply put Jiang Qianliu's matter behind him.
It was still the familiar office this morning. Song Qi sat at his desk, his back straight as a pine tree, his posture perfect, and just sitting there he attracted the attention of others.
Mu Miao stood at the door. Seeing him, he felt timid for no reason and was afraid to go in.
Why did Song Qi look for him? Mu Miao couldn't help but guess that he had noticed that Song Qi didn't pay attention in class and didn't respect his work, so he took advantage of this time when no one was around to teach him a lesson?
Or should I, out of my sense of responsibility as a teacher, explain the problem to him?
After thinking about it, Mu Mu hoped without hesitation that it was the former. After all, a short pain is worse than a long one.
Song Qi noticed him as soon as he came from Mu Miao. He saw the furry head pop out from the door and then quickly shrink back, as if there was a flood or beast in the office.
Song Qi looked at him quietly for a few minutes. Seeing that he had no intention of coming in, he reminded him, "Mu Mu, come in."
Mu Miao shuddered and slowly moved towards him like a little quail.
Song Qi looked at the young man in front of him. He naturally recognized him as the little ghost floating around him, but this little ghost had a human body and circled around and came back to him.
"Your family can't contact you, call me." Song Qi said the reason why he called Mu Miao here, picked up the phone and clicked on the call page, "Your family probably has something urgent to contact you, call them back."
Mu Miao had a dazed expression on his face. This was completely different from everything he had imagined. Why didn't this person play by the rules?
It turned out that he hadn't noticed that he wasn't paying attention in class. Mu Mu felt an indescribable sense of loss in his heart. He took the phone with both hands and put it to his ear, "Hello?"
Yin Jingnan's hushed voice came from the other end of the line, "Is that Xiao Mumu?"
Mu Mu heard that it was very noisy over there, and there were occasional sounds of pots and pans colliding, so he subconsciously lowered his voice and said, "Yes, it's me."
"I'm just calling to tell you that Xiran is cooking tonight. Do you want to go home and eat his meal or stay out all night?"
Mu Miao felt as if he had heard the sound of the sky collapsing and the earth splitting. He didn't hesitate at all, and his speech speed increased due to the shock he felt. "I'm not going home tonight. I won't go back even if I have to sleep on the street or eat the open air."
Yin Jingnan said readily, "Okay, I'll transfer the money to your teacher later. You can take the money and go out to make ends meet for one night. It will probably be Yan Xu who will cook tomorrow, so he probably can only hold out until tomorrow."
Finally, she said quietly, "Remember, you owe me your life."
After the call ended, Mu Mu had no home to return to.
Yin Jingnan quickly sent the money to Song Qi's WeChat, and attached an emoticon of shaking hands.
Song Qi didn't take her money and turned to Mu Miao and said, "You don't have a place to stay tonight?"
Mu Miao nodded dejectedly. It was impossible for her to go back. She would never eat the food cooked by Brother Xiran.
Song Qi made the final decision, "Okay, then you come back with me."
Mu Miao suddenly looked up and looked at him in surprise. A wary look immediately appeared on her beautiful face. "Why should I go back with you? What do you want to do?"
Song Qi's expression remained unchanged. He leaned back slightly in his chair and explained his reasons with the rigor of an academic discussion. "First, I'm your teacher and there's no chance I'll hurt you. Secondly, you have nowhere to live right now. For your safety, I need to find you a safe place to live, and I think my home is the safest place."
"Finally, and most importantly, I'm curious about your species."
Mu Miao: "...Are you scolding me?"
"Of course not." Song Qi said bluntly, "Everything I've learned and understood so far tells me that your existence is unscientific and contrary to common sense."
"When you happened to appear before me again, I had to overturn my previous understanding and get to know you anew. I am very curious about you and want to study you."
Mu Mu barely managed to find some useful information from his words. He felt a little dizzy. "You mean, you know I am..."
Song Qi continued, "It's a ghost, some kind of spiritual being. Some people also call you a container of memory."
Everyone is curious about what the world is like after death, but those who have died cannot tell them the truth, so they can only use their imagination.
The most popular statement is that the soul is the condensation of a lifetime's memories, and memories make the soul immortal.
Mu Miao slowly calmed his heartbeat under Song Qi's all-seeing gaze. He questioned, "Have you always been seeing me? Not the person you imagined? You don't have hysteria?"
Mu Mu's tone gradually became filled with anger after being deceived. He had always regarded this person as a vulnerable group, and was afraid that he would be embarrassed, so he asked Yin Lin to help him out.
Who knew this person wasn't sick at all? Isn't this just deceiving the ghost's feelings?!
Song Qi readily admitted his mistake, "I was wrong about this matter, and I sincerely apologize to you here."
Mu Mu crossed her arms and turned her head away proudly.
Just when Mu Miao thought that Song Qi would say something nice to him to show his sincerity in admitting his mistake, Song Qi said this and nothing more.
He stood up and put the computer on the table into the computer bag, and said to Mu Miao naturally: "Okay, let's get ready to go home."
Mu Mu dropped her hands and looked at him in disbelief.
No, that's it? Just an apology? That's too perfunctory.
Song Qi was about to leave when Mu Miao suddenly grabbed his corner. He stopped and lowered his head to ask him, "What's wrong?"
Mu Miao hesitated to speak, unable to organize the words to express his complicated emotions. In the end, he just stared at Song Qi with his clear and sparkling eyes, hoping that he would be more sensible and find the answer in his eyes.
But expecting a science guy to understand his heart is completely ridiculous and nonsense, and it is an extremely difficult problem that cannot be solved even by climbing to the sky.
Song Qi was stunned for a moment, and used his high IQ to analyze, "Are you..."
Mu Mu's eyes were filled with anticipation, encouraging him to continue thinking.
"Are you still worried about what you didn't understand in class today? I guess so. You were playing with your nails in class instead of paying attention."
Mu Miao: “…”
Song Qi said sympathetically, "Don't worry, I'll give you one-on-one tutoring tonight."
So that night, after dinner, Song Qi took Mu Miao, who felt hopeless, to the study.
Even though Mu Mu was a person who didn't like reading, when he saw a study room with a vast number of books that looked like a small library, his eyes widened in surprise and he looked at the books intently.
Song Qi specially found high school tutoring materials for Mu Miao and sat down at the desk by the window. From here, he could see the sea of roses swaying in the night light through the window.
Mu Miao fell in love with this sea of flowers as soon as she entered Song Qi's small manor. Now that the sun has set, the rose bushes under artificial light have a unique charm.
As Mu Mu was watching with fascination, he was hit on the head.
Song Qi put down the book that was knocking against his forehead and said, "Focus on the class."
Mu Miao: “Yeah.”
It is indeed a waste of talent to let a professor like Song Qi teach high school knowledge, but Mu Miao disagrees. He starts to get distracted again as he listens.
Her eyes involuntarily fell on Song Qi's face, from his eyebrows to his thin lips opening and closing. The more she looked, the more she involuntarily associated him with another figure in her memory.
Yu Chen, also known as Xi Yunchi.
Mu Miao was in a trance for a moment, and his mouth moved a little, "Yu..."
"What are you looking at?"
Their words rang out at the same time, and Mu Mu suddenly came back to his senses and stopped talking.
Song Qi saw that he had a strange expression on his face. His eyes, as bright as stars, were now staring blankly at one place, as if he was absent-minded.
Mu Mu's mood suddenly became depressed because of Xi Yunchi. He lowered his eyes and said, "I'm sleepy and want to go to bed."
But it's only eight o'clock.
Song Qi, who was well aware of the daily routines of contemporary young people, didn't quite believe that Mu Mu was sleepy right now. He thought it was probably just his laziness that was causing him trouble.
Just like his useless disciples.
Song Qi was silent for a few seconds: "That's all for today's class. Go to bed early."
Mu Miao nodded reluctantly, "Okay, good night then."
"good evening."
Mu Miao returned to the guest room and sat blankly on the edge of the bed, clearing his mind so that he wouldn't always think about Xi Yunchi.
[Didi - Important NPC is missing, data error, please ask nearby NPC to replace it in time. ]
[NPC search in progress, beep! Conditions met, NPC Pei Nuo replaces the dance studio NPC, order executed.]
Mu Miao listened to the report from the copy system and suddenly realized that something was wrong. After he stood up, his vision suddenly went dark.
When the light returned around him, Mu Mu's eyes were covered by a layer of gauze. He felt his arms and legs were cold. He looked down and saw that he was wearing a strapless gauze dress.
Mu Miao's pupils shrank, and he looked up to see his current appearance reflected in the large mirror in front of him.
The white gauze skirt was flowing and soft, revealing a large area of porcelain-white skin on the upper body. A thin layer of white gauze covered his head, directly blocking his upper body underneath the gauze, creating a vague and hazy beauty.
His slender waist was tightly bound by a belt, making him look even more slender and unlikely to be grasped. His smooth and long calves were wrapped in white stockings and his feet were wearing ballet shoes.
As the rhythm sounded, Mu Mu stood on tiptoe uncontrollably, and her gorgeous long skirt fluttered, drawing beautiful arcs in the air, like a dancing white butterfly.
Around him were girls wearing the same clothes, and he mingled among them, dancing with the same moves.
There were a few people standing in the dance studio, secretly peeking inside.
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