Gu Ziqing was in a state of excitement and pulled Yu Mo's arm, as if he wanted him to say a few more words of thanks.

But Yu Mo seemed to be a lump of wood, just not saying a word.

Gu Ziqing had no choice but to knock on his head to see how his brain circuit was.

Old Qiao glared, as if he didn't expect Yu Mo to answer like this, and couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, it's interesting, it's really interesting. I haven't met a young man like you for many years. I have a taste for me." Old Qiao patted Yu Mo's shoulder heavily and praised loudly.

"I'm curious who taught you an extraordinary person."

Yu Mo pointed at Principal Qin and said, "This is Principal Qin of our school."

He didn't say much, but this sentence was already full of imagination. It was clearly saying that his success was inseparable from Principal Qin's contribution.

Principal Qin certainly heard this meaning. He immediately trembled with excitement. Unexpectedly, happiness came so suddenly, which caught him off guard.

He looked at Yu Mo with gratitude and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say the words of gratitude at this time.

Mr. Qiao stretched out his hand and said, "It turns out it's Principal Qin. You have done it well! The silkworm will not be able to die until it dies, and the candle will not only dry out when it turns into ashes. Your teachers are the inheritors of our Chinese culture. There is a long way to go."

Principal Qin swallowed excitedly, stretched out his hands, held Old Qiao's hand, and was excitedly incoherent, saying, "This is what you should do, what you should do, what you should do."

Principal Qin felt that his ancestral grave was filled with smoke, and he could actually get such praise from Mr. Qiao, which was much higher than his previous expectations.

For a moment, he felt as if he was dreaming and couldn't believe it was true.

He wanted to pinch his thigh to see if it hurts.

Moreover, Mr. Qiao took the initiative to shake hands with him, and this honor was great. I don’t know how many people envy him, and the envious eyes that came from all around him can be seen.

Old Qiao let go of his hand, and Principal Qin quickly retracted his hand, and he didn't have to wash his hands for a few days after he went back.

"I'm very happy to have this trip today. I'm very happy to have a lot of rewards. Yu Mo, I wonder if you have time, let's find a place to discuss calligraphy together. How about it?"

Mr. Qiao took the initiative to invite [31 Novel Network], which is a great honor. The others were jealous of death, and the fiery eyes almost ignited Yu Mo.

Yu Mo glanced at Gu Ziqing, and Gu Ziqing hurriedly winked at him and asked him to agree.

"Okay." Yu Mo said concisely.

"Haha, OK, then let's go now."

"Wait a minute!" Yu Mo hurriedly called Mr. Qiao.

"What's wrong?"

"Old Gu is with me, can she be with me?" Yu Mo pointed at Gu Ziqing and asked.

Swish!

Everyone's eyes were focused on Gu Ziqing again. Gu Ziqing's eyes fluctuated and she was also a little excited. She had just checked Mr. Qiao's identity online and was immediately shocked.

Even if the Gu family has a prominent family background, they dare not underestimate Mr. Qiao. If they receive Mr. Qiao's support, it will be of great benefit to the development of the Gu family.

She looked at Yu Mo gratefully, but she hadn't forgotten her at this moment.

"Okay, let's go together." Old Qiao just saw Gu Ziqing's method of grinding ink. He was obviously a person who was well versed in calligraphy, so he was not too repulsive.

Principal Qin looked at Yu Mo with a long eye, hoping that he would have such a chance, but Yu Mo said nothing in the end, and he could only lower his head.

However, he also knew that it was a great honor to see Mr. Qiao and receive praise, and he did not dare to expect more.

Besides, when people are talking about calligraphy, they don’t know anything. If they go, wouldn’t it just add to jokes?

Old Qiao, Yu Mo and Gu Ziqing walked out of the door together, and the others looked at the three of them with a gaze. Envy, jealousy and hatred were not enough to describe the complicated mood.

The three of them got into Mr. Qiao's car together and left. Instantly, Principal Qin became the focus of the crowd, and everyone stared at him with fiery eyes.

Principal Qin was a little uncomfortable. Before he could react, everyone rushed up in a hurry, making him scattered and talked in a lingering manner.

Principal Qin felt that happiness came and knocked on the door, and he was happy and immersed in it.

Yu Mo and his friends got into the car, Gu Ziqing sat in the front row, Yu Mo and Old Qiao sat in the back row, Old Qiao kept talking excitedly, but Yu Mo was relatively calm.

The driver was a young man with a buzz cut, a national face, and his eyes were as sharp as a knife. When Yu Mo and Gu Ziqing got into the car, the other party kept scrutinizing the two, like a scanner, as if they wanted to see through them.

"Warrior!"

Yu Mo's heart moved and he could see the other party's background. The other party was young and had extraordinary strength.

"Who is he from?"

At the same time, the other party was also guessing Yu Mo's background, because he couldn't see through Yu Mo, as if there was a layer of fog that was always blocking his eyes and could not be removed.

"He is probably Mr. Qiao's driver and bodyguard."

Yu Mo guessed, but he didn't continue to take it to heart.

He answered Mr. Qiao's words in a mess, and many opinions blurted out, but made Mr. Qiao suddenly realize and looked at him in surprise.

"Why are you so profound in calligraphy at such a young age?" Old Qiao asked suspiciously.

Yu Mo was shocked and asked back: "Do I have a profound attainment in calligraphy? Why didn't I find it?"

Old Qiao pointed at Yu Mo, smiled mysteriously, and said, "You are not honest, just let me play with silence."

Yu Mo scratched his head and said with a smirk: "Old Qiao is joking."

"Okay, if you don't say it, I won't force you, but many of your views are quite interesting. Hey, I didn't expect to be so speculative with you, the kid." Old Qiao said with a cheerful smile.

Gu Ziqing said appropriately: "Yu Mo is a very talented young man and has excellent academic performance."

"Not bad, a hero is a boy. You are much better than me back then." Old Qiao praised.

Gu Ziqing said with a smile: "Old Qiao is too modest. When you were young, you were even more powerful than Yu Mo. You have already gone to the battlefield to kill the enemy."

Old Qiao laughed: "There is nothing to do. Who would like to go into battle and kill the enemy in his teens? Isn't that the country needs it?"

Yu Mo respected in awe and said, "Old Qiao is the real hero."

"Haha, you guys flatter me too."

While talking, the car stopped in front of an old courtyard. The walls of the courtyard were covered with ivy, green and particularly quiet.

"It's time to get home."

Several people got out of the car, and Mr. Qiao pushed open the door, and a breeze blew, making the cool.

"Old man, you're back."

An old lady with silver hair pushed her wheelchair out and looked at Old Qiao with a smile.

"Old woman, there are guests today." Old Qiao quickly walked up to him, held the handle of the wheelchair with both hands, pushed the wheelchair, and introduced: "This young man's name is Yu Mo, it's not simple. His calligraphy skills are amazing. I see that many masters may not have his achievements."

"Oh, so awesome." The old lady looked at Yu Mo up and down in surprise. She knew very well that Old Qiao would not praise anyone like this, which shows that Yu Mo was really amazing.

"Good guy!"
Chapter completed!