Mo Qing came to the counselor's office.

The door was open, and the counselor was standing by the desk. In front of him was Ji Yunxi in training uniform.

The air conditioner was on, but it was still hot. Ji Yunxi took off his training hat and fanned himself.

She was quite impatient: "I really just passed by and wrote down the answer casually."

The counselor Yan Yuese said, "It doesn't matter if you don't admit it."

"..."

Ji Yunxi's expression was dull, and she even wanted to scold her mother.

"Recently, everyone is very enthusiastic about answering questions on the blackboard wall, thanks to your contribution." The counselor said, and suddenly thought of something, "You want to take the medical qualification examination, and the Wen family wrote you a letter of recommendation."

Ji Yunxi said listlessly: "Yeah."

"Not bad." The counselor nodded and praised, "I heard that these qualification certificates have high requirements and are difficult, but if you can successfully pass them, you will have a bright future. You should prepare well for the exams."

"oh."

Ji Yunxi was extremely perfunctory.

The counselor continued: "If you have any difficulties, please tell the teachers at any time. As for military training, you don't have to participate. You don't have to run away. Just write an application. The school will understand."

"real?"

Ji Yunxi became energetic in a second.

The weather was too hot, and military training required being in the sun all day long, so she skipped military training in the afternoon.

She happened to pass by the blackboard wall in the medical school, so she filled in the answers.

That's why I was called over by the counselor.

The counselor said: "These are all small things."

Ji Yunxi put on his training cap.

The counselor spoke again: "Tomorrow's blackboard wall..."

"It's really not me!" Ji Yunxi was speechless and annoyed.

"I know, I know." The counselor said, "I understand your low profile," and then waved his hand, "You can go back first."

"..."

Ji Yunxi collapsed and left.

When she turned around, she noticed Mo Qing standing at the door watching a show. She raised her eyebrows, but without any unnecessary words or movements, she averted her eyes and passed by Mo Qing.

"Knock knock knock."

After Ji Yunxi left, Mo Qing knocked on the door.

The counselor squinted at Mo Qing. The enthusiasm he had when facing Ji Yunxi had long since faded, and his attitude had obviously cooled down.

He turned around, walked to his chair, and sat down.

"Mo Qing, right?"

The counselor raised his eyes and spoke indifferently.

Mo Qing walked in the door and asked straight to the point: "What do you want from me?"

A bit awkward.

The counselor glanced at her and frowned slightly.

The counselor said: "A letter from you was sent to the hospital."

"Where's the letter?"

Mo Qing thought of Mo Yiting's recommendation letter.

If you send a letter, if you calculate the time, the letter should arrive.

In a few days, it will be the deadline for registration, and she needs to have some snacks.

However, Mo Qing was focused on the letter, and the counselor's reaction was obviously not satisfactory.

The counselor's expression was slightly cold, he opened a drawer, picked up a letter, and threw it on the table: "Are you going to take the medical qualification examination?"

The letter was thrown on the table, the door was open, and it had obviously been tampered with.

Mo Qing's eyebrows were slightly cold: "Have you opened it?"

Not only did the counselor not feel guilty, but he said confidently and in a strong tone: "The envelope is still an envelope. Who knows if it is a prank."

After he finished speaking, he felt a chill on the back of his neck.

When he raised his head, he met Mo Qing's cold gaze and couldn't help but tremble.

Mo Qing took two steps closer, picked up the letter on the table, opened the opening with his fingers, and took out the envelope inside.

The envelope inside has not been opened, but the words "Letter of Recommendation" on the envelope are extremely obvious.

Putting the recommendation letter back, Mo Qing stuffed it into his trouser pocket, then stared at the counselor with a cold eyebrow.

She lazily said: "Apologise."

The counselor seemed to be irritated and immediately raised his voice: "Who are you talking to?"

"It's not like he's a dog that can't understand people." Mo Qing didn't give the counselor any face.

With a "bang" sound, the counselor slammed the table and stood up suddenly.

"You're a freshman, what are you doing?" the counselor was furious, his face as dark as the bottom of a pot. He raised his hand and pointed toward the door, "Get out."

"Okay."

Mo Qing suddenly sneered.

The counselor suddenly felt shuddering.

The next moment, Mo Qing slapped the table. Immediately, the originally solid desk fell apart like tofu, and the computer and documents on the table fell to the floor.

The counselor panicked, his face suddenly turned pale, and he was so frightened that he took two steps back.

Mo Qing just glanced at him coldly, then turned and left.

Looking at Mo Qing's back, cold sweat broke out on the counselor's head and he did not dare to say a word.

*

Mo Qing left the medical school and wanted to call Mo Yiting to tell him that he had received a letter of recommendation.

However, as soon as I took out my phone, I received a strange call.

"Mo Qing?"

There was a man's voice on the other side of the phone. It was strong and strong. Judging from his voice, he was probably in his fifties or sixties.

Mo Qing paused and asked, "Who?"

"I am Gong Guangyao, the dean of the Medical College of Imperial City University." The other party said, "Do you have time now? I have told Mr. Mo about the medical qualification certificate examination and I want to have a chat with you."

Mo Qing asked: "Where?"

Gong Guangyao said casually: "I'm in the office."

Mo Qing raised her head, and the dazzling sunlight fell, dazzling her eyes. She squinted her eyes slightly, turned her head, and saw the medical school building standing upright behind her.

Mo Qing said: "Okay."

…

A quarter of an hour later, Mo Qing arrived at an office at the address Gong Guangyao said.

It's not on the same floor as the counselor's.

It's not the same specification either.

Mo Qing raised his hand and knocked on the door: "Du. Du. Du. Du."

"Please come in."

A calm and gentle voice came from inside the door.

Mo Qing opened the door and saw a man getting up from the sofa.

He is about fifty years old, with a few strands of white in his hair, but he is energetic, his eyes are bright, and his temperament is gentle and elegant, unlike some greasy uncles who pretend to be pretentious because of their status.

He looked at Mo Qing and asked with a smile: "Mo Qing?"

"Um."

"I've wanted to see you for a long time," Gong Guangyao greeted Mo Qing, "Come and sit."

Mo Qing walked into the office.

Gong Guangyao asked: "Would you like tea?"

"Don't drink."
To be continued...