A Million Possible

Fang Ping...

Why, inexplicably think this name is familiar?

Throwing aside the weird thoughts of happiness, Cheng Lin also generously reached out and shook the opponent, and then smiled and said, "Jiusi, Cheng Lin."

If the word "Jiusi" is nothing, then the name "Cheng Lin" really surprised Fang Ping.

Just as I was about to admire a good name, suddenly, I saw one of the students standing behind An Ran stepping out, "So it's you."

The voice is very crisp, the voice line is very good, and there is no lack of courage in the softness. Turning to look around, the girl with short hair is greeted.

Round face, short hair, the uniform of the Seventh Institute of Lingxiu is very close-fitting, curvilinear... Nothing, a horse Pingchuan on his chest.

The eyes are very calm, the appearance is delicate, and it has nothing to do with the mean. The biggest feature is probably the big mouth-the corners of the mouth are far apart, but they are closed tightly.

Subconsciously, Cheng Lin judged that the other party was not a "big mouth" person.

"Do you know?" Fang Ping was surprised.

"Netizen." The short-haired girl responded briefly, then looked at Cheng Lin and introduced herself, "I'm Kung Pao Chicken."

silence.

Fang Ping, the person in charge of the hall, and other students from the Seventh Academy looked at each other.

A little Fatty student standing at the back murmured to the side, "When did the monitor change his name? Or is he renamed?"

"Are you stupid? That's clearly a secret sign."

The other party also whispered and whispered.

Cheng Lin was a little embarrassed. Let's nickname this thing. There is no obstacle to calling it on the Internet, but there is always a kind of inexplicable shame when you move to reality.

Reaching out his hand, he pursed his mouth, "How do you call your real name?"

"Wu Shushan," the short-haired girl replied briefly, looked at Cheng Lin's outstretched hand, hesitated, did not hold it, only added, "The restraint of restraint, Shan who is long overdue."

Really countless mountains...

Cheng Lin retracted his hand in a slight embarrassment, thinking that this classmate Wu seemed a bit cold.

He didn't care either, he was just curious.

The leader Fang looked at it, laughed, and said, "So this is the netizen you mentioned to Junior Sister Wu? It's fate, why? Or I'll give you a half-day holiday? You go out to get together?"

Fang Ping winked and said, this expression ruined the masculinity just now.

Cheng Lin stood aside and smiled without saying a word, but keenly caught the name "Junior Sister".

This word sounds like a line in a costume drama, but in fact, it is quite common. In ordinary schools, different grades are usually called "senior" and "school girl", which is relatively modern.

When I arrived at the spiritual school, or in the Trisonic system, it was probably to distinguish it from ordinary schools, so the names "senior brother" and "junior sister" were promoted.

"It seems that this leader Fang should also be a graduate of the Seventh Academy. In the first year, everyone is not much different in age, so the relationship seems to be more harmonious. Um... Roughly speaking, it should not be more than the time before he graduates. In three months, in such a short period of time, he has assumed the post of team leader... It seems that he is really not an ordinary person."

Secretly calculating in my heart, calm on the surface.

Just looked at Wu Shushan.

After Fang Ping said this, the rest of the students also laughed secretly, as if they were a little booing, of course, it was in good faith.

Although these days are much more open, young people are no longer blushing and shy as they were in the last century, but after all, they are not as easy as those in the West. If they are conservative, they may be embarrassed. If they are open, they may laugh generously. To untie the siege.

However, the response of the short-haired girl was rather flat: "The task is important."

Task?

It was the second time that Cheng Lin heard this word from the other party. She had said that she was doing a task in the group before, but when she mentioned it again this time, she couldn't help but arouse Cheng Lin's curiosity.

Hearing her saying this, the students next to her also reduced their smiles.

Even the leader Fang, who succeeded in taking office at a young age, frowned and looked a little worried.

He just said helplessly immediately: "I don't have a clue about this at the moment. You are also running around following me. It's okay to take a vacation."

Cheng Lin hesitated, but finally did not hold down curiosity.

Pretending to ask casually: "Since there is a task, then don't bother...Well, I don't know what the task is? I mean maybe I can provide some help. After all, everyone is in the same spirit... Of course, it’s okay if it’s inconvenient to say, I’m just a little curious."

Hearing what he said, Team Leader Fang sighed.

He made a gesture and led a few people to the corner of the mission hall. Then he smiled bitterly: "It's not a secret mission. It's not very convenient for ordinary people to make it public, but it doesn't matter for us."

"Actually, this is a report recently received by our two groups... well, a very serious case involving Rogue Cultivators, which is about the theft of cultural relics."

"The cultural relics are stolen?" Cheng Lin was stunned.

"Yes," Team Leader Fang said sadly, "You come to Chang'an, you should know the pit of the Terracotta Warriors and Horses, right?"

"Of course I know, I still think about having time to go around."

"There is nothing to see, it's just a big pit, it's not interesting, and there are so many scammers in this area of ​​tourism," Team Leader Fang complained first, and then said, "The case happened over there, specifically, there was one case. The figurine of the general was stolen."

"what?"

Cheng Lin was taken aback.

Generals...This is one of the terracotta warriors and horses. As the name suggests, they are high-ranking generals. They are few in number, and their value is much higher than that of ordinary terracotta warriors. Especially as a national first-level cultural relic, the cultural value here is difficult. Using money to estimate, Cheng Lin vaguely remembered something he had heard before. It was said that when the terracotta warriors and horses were excavated in the last century, someone ran into the archaeological team’s yard and stole the head of a general, but was later arrested directly. It was a gun.

Of course, up to now, it may not be fatal, but a serious crime of long imprisonment is definitely inevitable.

"Yes, according to the clues we currently have, the thief is a practitioner, and most likely it is not a local cultivator, but a stray crime. This incident has attracted great attention because it happened in our defense zone, so the case is on us. Group 2 is on the body, and they have been investigating this matter recently. Come here, one is to ask the task hall to help pay attention, and then, it is also to release the task."

Speaking of this, Team Leader Fang pointed to the big screen in the middle of the hall.

Cheng Lin turned his head to look, and just saw a line of newly released tasks rolled up:

"If you seek clues about the theft of generals, those who provide clues will be rewarded with a minimum of 500,000 yuan after verification, or cultivation resources of the same value, without a cap."

...

Seeing this line of words, "the rich young man" Cheng Lin subconsciously swallowed and spit, eyes bright.

"Leader Fang, can you tell me more about this clue task?"

Withdrawing his gaze, Cheng Lin looked at Fang Ping, his eyes earnestly said.

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