138: C138 Interview

C138 Interview

Mu Qingqing took a hot bath and changed into her usual dress. She took out the simplest beige dress from the wardrobe and dragged her heavy steps down the stairs, directly facing Su Cuiyun.

Su Cuiyun seemed to have lost money. She was so frightened by Mu Qingqing's sudden appearance that she yelled, "You damned girl, don't you have eyes? You've got eyes and a head!"

"Mom …" Mu Qingqing glanced at the living room gloomily. Didn't Su Cuiyun see the reporter sitting in the living room with a camera?

Of course, Mu Qingqing's every move was exposed under Yang Haochi's camera. Other than going upstairs to shower and change clothes, Yang Haochi was waiting in the living room. When he was changing the camera film, he missed Su Cuiyun's return.

Coincidentally, Su Cuiyun's expression of disgust was captured by him just like that. Mu Qingqing, who was also affected by it, was currently feeling wronged.

"Don't call me mom, I didn't give birth to you!" Su Cuiyun angrily pushed Mu Qingqing, who was standing on the stairs in front of her, into the wall.

Mu Qingqing didn't dodge. She had truly lost all her strength while holding onto the wall. After training for the whole morning, before she could recover, Su Cuiyun pushed her head off the wall and slid down. Her forehead even knocked against the wall.

The red and swollen bump immediately swelled up. Su Cuiyun shook her sleeves and walked upstairs, completely ignoring Mu Qingqing.

In her previous life, when Su Cuiyun was in a bad mood, she would also yell at Mu Qingqing as if she was venting her anger, "You aren't born from me." At that time, Mu Qingqing had assumed that Su Cuiyun was in a bad mood and that she had spoken without thinking. Although she felt a little wronged, she wouldn't have bothered with Su Cuiyun seriously.

However, now that Su Cuiyun had said this, Mu Qingqing clenched her hands into fists. She was serious.

"Qingqing!" As soon as Aunt Qiong put down the plate, she saw Mu Qingqing sitting on the stairs, holding her forehead with an aggrieved expression on her face. She had heard Su Cuiyun's voice just now, so she naturally knew what was going on.

At this moment, Yang Haochi put down his camera, took two steps up the stairs to help Mu Qingqing up. He looked up with a puzzled expression. Is this real?

Mu Qingqing did not do anything wrong, Su Cuiyun just casually knocked her body against the wall, completely ignoring everything else!

Mu Qingqing looked up and grabbed Yang Haochi's elbow. She looked at him innocently and said, "My mom has a weird temper sometimes. Sorry."

When Yang Haochi heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little angry. Was he so weird that he could do whatever he wanted? If he had a bad temper, how could he not give the other party equal respect?

This was completely against the rules!

At this moment, Mu Qingqing still had some shadow in front of her. When Aunt Qiong and Yang Haochi helped her down the stairs, Mu Qingqing almost lost her balance. The muscles in her legs were sore, and she couldn't hold it in any longer.

At the dining table, Mu Qingqing rubbed the big bag on her forehead, while Aunt Qiong rummaged through the drawers.

Yang Haochi put down his camera and looked at Mu Qingqing with a spirited gaze. He originally had a little admiration for Mu Qingqing, but after taking the top scholar spot in A City, he never expected that Mu Qingqing's grades would be so good that she could become a mortal.

"My, my name is Yang Haochi. I'm a reporter from A-City's Metropolitan News." Only then did Yang Haochi realize that he had never introduced himself to Mu Qingqing.

Mu Qingqing rubbed the large bump on her forehead with one hand and the muscles on her right leg with the other. The pain on her body was unbearable. She was afraid of pain. He could only nod his head in a perfunctory manner.

"Girl, put this on." Aunt Qiong had finally found the antidote and applied it on Mu Qingqing as quickly as possible.

Yang Haochi placed his hands on the table and also stopped using his camera. He felt that Mu Qingqing wouldn't want to be filmed at dinner.

"Why didn't you bid anymore?" Mu Qingqing asked naively as she kneaded the hint of maturity in her eyes.

"But can I?" Yang Haochi had wanted to shoot it since a long time ago, but he was afraid that Mu Qingqing would not accept the afternoon interview if she was unhappy.

"Of course." Mu Qingqing smiled faintly. She wasn't the narrow-minded type, as long as Yang Haochi didn't touch the bathroom or bedroom.

Only then did Yang Haochi pick up the camera and take a few pictures of Mu Qingqing applying medicine. The big bump on his forehead was obvious.

"Eat, young man." Aunt Qiong felt pity for Yang Haochi. She didn't know how poor he was, but why did he fall asleep on the street?

"Oh, oh, okay." Yang Haochi was a bit shy. Actually, he was hungry too, but since the host didn't touch the chopsticks, he was too embarrassed to start first.

Mu Qingqing only picked up the chopsticks on the table when she was no longer in a daze. Today, she practiced a little too hard. Her hands were trembling, and she could not hold the chopsticks in her hands.

"Let me change the spoon for you." Seeing this, Aunt Qiong also felt some sympathy for Mu Qingqing. This girl had no idea what she had done, but she continued to train her body to the point where her hands could no longer hold onto her chopsticks.

"Thank you, Aunt Qiong." Mu Qingqing sweetly smiled, her heart was warm. Look, even Aunt Qiong knew how to feel for her, Su Cuiyun that mother, she really didn't have any feelings for her.

However, none of this mattered anymore.

Mu Qingqing pursed her lips and quickly set her gaze on the dining room table. She ate very slowly and was also the last one to finish.

Yang Haochi looked at the time. He wanted to finish the interview before 3: 30 in the afternoon. He had to hurry back to town in a car and then take the bus from there to the town. The reason he came all the way here was to interview this Number One Scholar.

"Can we start the interview now?" Yang Haochi couldn't help but ask.

"" Mu Qingqing nodded and added. "I will answer very succinctly. I'm really tired today, sorry."

"It's fine, just follow what you want to say." Anyway, he was the lead writer in the writing.

Mu Qingqing nodded. She really didn't want to say anything, but this child was a bit pitiful. If she really couldn't earn the living expenses, what would she do? Most importantly, this child was very innocent. Mu Qingqing was afraid that he would lose his job as well.

"May I ask what your plans are for the future are after you take the A-list top scorer's test?" Yang Haochi took out a recording pen and placed it on the table. He held the camera in his hand and took some photos of Mu Qingqing, which were more natural.

Mu Qingqing thought for a moment. "My plan has only reached high school, Sankou high school."

She would not say that in the next ten years, she wanted to become a hidden rich person the most. She wanted to sit in the A City Real Estate and firmly hold onto her own property.

Yang Haochi asked about her learning method again. Mu Qingqing smiled, but continued to play the part of memorizing everything.

"May I ask how did you know that you were promoted to A-City's top scorer?"

Mu Qingqing glanced at Yang Haochi's notebook, which was filled with dozens of questions. Her scalp slightly tingled. She suddenly felt a bit regretful for having accepted the interview.

"The school put up a banner." Mu Qingqing sat up straight and crossed her hands. She looked tired.

"Then how did your parents react when they found out you were the top scorer?"

"They are all very calm. They only said that they wanted me to keep encouraging them."

"Before I interviewed you, I went to your school. I heard from your homeroom teacher that you raised your academic performance in the last month. What was the reason?" Yang Haochi felt that the title of this script could be changed to 'Counterattack', from 'Study Dregs' to 'Straight A Student's Counterattack'.

Mu Qingqing smiled and then looked at Aunt Qiong, winking at her, "If you don't do housework, then you can study wholeheartedly."

Yang Haochi slightly frowned and was a bit confused.

"No housework? What does studying have to do with housework? " Yang Haochi was someone who had to ask when he didn't understand, so he definitely wouldn't let go of this question.

Mu Qingqing stared at the recorder on the table, lifted her hand and pressed it against the recording. She lowered her voice and said, "My studying time was occupied by the household chores. After Aunt Qiong came, I was released."

Mu Qingqing put her hands on the table after she released the recorder. These questions were boring. She just wanted to go upstairs and read. Reading was much more interesting than an interview.

Yang Haochi asked a few more random questions, but Mu Qingqing didn't answer them one by one. Whenever she didn't want to answer, she would skip them. After asking no less than 30 questions, Mu Qingqing answered more than half of them with a dispirited look on her face.

"Alright, my interview is over." Yang Haochi turned off the recording pen and put the camera into his backpack. He did not immediately leave the Mu Family. Instead, he stared at the stairs with a peculiar glint in his eyes.

The bump on Mu Qingqing's forehead had already turned from red to bruised. She sat on the table without saying a word, wanting to rest for a while before going upstairs.

"Was that your mother?" Yang Haochi asked in a gossipy tone.

Mu Qingqing's face looked evasive, as if she didn't want to answer this question.

"Uh, it doesn't matter even if you don't say it. It won't be written in the interview." Yang Haochi felt that he spoke too much, which might have caused Mu Qingqing some trouble.

"She's not good to me." Mu Qingqing said calmly.2

"Do you usually hit you like this?" Yang Haochi frowned. He felt that Su Cuiyun's feelings towards Mu Qingqing were completely baffling.

Without waiting for Mu Qingqing to reply, Su Cuiyun stomped down the stairs with a thump in her high heels. When he reached the stairs, he could not help but sneer at the sight of an unfamiliar boy sitting at the dining table.

"Wretched girl, bring a wild man home when you have nothing to do. I'll call your dad right now and let him have a good look at your true appearance." Su Cuiyun's mood was extremely bad. Since Mu Qingqing was sitting idly in the dining room, she naturally had to find an outlet to vent her anger.

Mu Qingqing pursed her lips and shook her head slightly, signaling Yang Haochi not to speak.

Sure enough, Su Cuiyun walked over with large strides. She grabbed Mu Qingqing's hair and pulled her to the side of the phone.

Mu Qingqing had been grabbing at her hair for a long time, trying her best not to let Su Cuiyun scratch her head. How long had it been? Su Cuiyun had been enduring the fire for so long, and the temperature was indeed quite high.

"Stupid girl, you usually act good at home. Today, let your dad have a good look at what kind of person you are." Su Cuiyun held onto her hair tightly as she dialed Mu Anren's number.

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