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Chapter 522 Funeral!

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    The happier Ouyang Mo is, the less he can control his facial expressions, and the curve of his lips almost reaches the sky.

    He tried hard to suppress his smile and said seriously: "Muxia, I don't want you to be embarrassed in public at Kyoto University. This matter can be resolved privately. Now you apologize to me and the principal, and you will go back to school tomorrow."  When the time comes, you can see for yourself which teacher is willing to take you in, and you can go to that class."

    After Ouyang Mo finished speaking, he stopped holding his chest and waited for Mucha to apologize.

    However, Mucha laughed loudly.

    She raised her head and asked, "Teacher Ouyang, what if I didn't lie? Shouldn't you also apologize to me, and then see which class of students is willing to take you, and then transfer you to that class?"

    Ouyang Mo's face darkened, and he said angrily: "Mu Xia! You still refuse to repent, are you a stubborn person?"

    As he spoke, he turned directly to the principal and said, "Principal Pan, look, this is the student you brought to my class. It's up to you how to deal with it!"

    "Ahem" Principal Pan coughed dryly, completely confused.

    Who is telling the truth?

    Mu Xia raised an eyebrow and said: "Principal Pan, thank you for coming here. This bouquet of flowers in your hand is for my sister, right? I will take you to the backyard to present flowers to her."

    She said, made a "please" gesture, turned around and walked towards the entrance of the backyard.

    The veins on Ouyang Mo's forehead are slightly convex.

    He suddenly had a bad feeling.

    No, it¡¯s a very bad premonition.

    Ouyang Mo was a little panicked. He subconsciously grabbed the principal and said, "Principal, everything has been clarified. Don't be confused by her anymore."

    Principal Pan wrinkled his nose unhappily.

    "What is confusionTeacher Ouyang, you have too many opinions on her! And we are here, so let's clarify the matter thoroughly. Let's go and have a look with her."

    The principal said, pulling away Ouyang Mo's hand that was holding the corner of his clothes, and raised his feet to follow Mucha.

    Ouyang Mo had no choice but to follow suit.

    He didn¡¯t believe it. Mucha had clearly felt guilty and silent just now. There was no way there would be a funeral in his family.

    ??Who has a funeral at home and can¡¯t even see a wreath?

    When he entered, he saw the red couplets on the door!

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    In the backyard, people were coming and going, and a circle of wreaths was placed.

    As soon as Ouyang Mo entered the backyard, he saw a candlestick and a black and white photo of the deceased placed in the middle of the yard.

    In front of the photo was a black urn. The large white flowers on the urn deeply hurt Ouyang Mo's eyes.

    The guests were either wearing white clothes or wearing black fir, and one by one they presented a white chrysanthemum in front of Situ Qingshan's photo.

    The white chrysanthemum means mourning for the deceased in China.

    At this moment, the spirit in Ouyang Mo's mind seemed to snap apart with a "click".

    He stared at all this in disbelief with his eyes wide open.

    Funeral!

    It¡¯s actually a funeral!

    Mucha didn¡¯t lie, someone in her family really died.

    How can this be?

    how come?  !

    Ouyang Mo's face turned pale, as if all the blood in his body had been drained instantly.

    Mucha stopped, turned around and looked at Ouyang Mo with a half-smile, raised an eyebrow slightly, and asked: "Teacher Ouyang, which class do you want to transfer to?"

    Her expression was calm, but her words were extremely sarcastic.

    Ouyang Mo's face turned from pale to red, and even the roots of his ears and neck were as red as burning.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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