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Mu Yiqing frowned. The cartoonist seemed to be named Mo Hui?
Thinking about it, I took out my mobile phone and searched Baidu, but found nothing.
But that¡¯s right, this comic hasn¡¯t been published yet, so Mo Hui is naturally not popular yet.
At that time, the cartoonist named Mo Hui was very popular in the circle, admired and respected by his colleagues, and he had waves of enthusiastic comic fans.
There is no comic book that is not popular since then.
Mu Yiqing now has two guesses.
First, Jiang Yi needed money, and she sold Mo Hui¡¯s comics to him.
Second, Jiang Yi did not hand over her comic manuscript willingly, but was threatened by this Mo Hui.
"Sister Qing, what are you thinking about?" Guan Yuanheng asked with concern when he saw Mu Yiqing frowning.
"It's nothing." Mu Yiqing came back to her senses.
"oh."
Guan Yuanheng nodded, suddenly remembered something, and asked again: "By the way, Sister Qing, your friend sending Jiang Yi home and sending her to school every day is not a long-term solution."
Of course Mu Yiqing knew that this was not a long-term solution, and Xu Ziwei could not be allowed to follow Jiang Yi every day.
¡°And those people will always find opportunities to bully Jiang Yi, so they have to find a way to solve it once and for all.
¡°We¡¯ll find an opportunity in a few days.¡±
¡°After all, she had just invited her parents, so she got into trouble again so soon. I feel a little sorry for Teacher Li.
"Sister Qing, do you have any idea?"
Seeing Mu Yiqing's calm look, Guan Yuanheng guessed that she had a way to help Jiang Yi get out of the predicament.
"Of course."
Is there anything that cannot be solved by force?
"What can you do? Is there anything I can do to help?" Guan Yuanheng was very interested and curious.
Mu Yiqing glanced at Guan Yuanheng and said casually, "We'll know when the time comes."
"Okay." Guan Yuanheng turned his head with some regret.
The second class in the morning is Chinese class.
The Chinese teacher walked into Class 6, not in a very beautiful mood.
The stack of composition books in his hand hit the desk with a bang, "Why are you students in Class 6 so irritating?"
"Is what you write called composition?"
The Chinese teacher was so angry that she could hardly breathe.
"None of the essays written by you Class 6 satisfy me, let alone satisfied. If you don't make me mad to death, you are unhappy, right?"
The students below all looked indifferent and turned a deaf ear to what the Chinese teacher said, not listening at all.
The Chinese teacher was even more angry. She had to be pissed to death in Class 6.
"Classmate Wang Tao, what do you mean by 'omitting eight hundred words'? Do you want me to imagine what you wrote? Why don't you go to heaven?"
"And classmate Li Jiajia, just tell me, 'Teacher, all my pens are gone, so I can't write essays.' Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid to fool?"
Your pen is gone, so what did you use to write these words? Did you write them with your mind? "
After the Chinese teacher finished speaking, the whole class burst into laughter.
"Although this reason is ridiculous, at least they know how to find excuses to deal with me. It would be better for these students to hand me a clean composition book directly."
"There is one classmate among them who is even more powerful. He didn't even write his name."
The Chinese teacher¡¯s words are already annoying enough.
At this time, Mu Yiqing raised her hand, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I forgot to write my name before handing it in."
Guan Yuanheng turned his head and said, "Sister Qing, you are very sexy."
Mu Yiqing: "Excuse me."
The Chinese teacher on the podium: "" Please call the emergency number for me, thank you! (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com