Fairyland, big problem

"Professor Cui."

Hearing the call, Cui Yuanshan slowed down when he put on his glasses.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Jiu patted his chest solemnly, "I guarantee with my personality that the importance of Professor Cui's psychotherapy is not inferior to that of other fields of medicine."

"Why...how suddenly..."

"I believe that the old dean has already recognized the path you chose, so there is no need to worry about it."

"I…"

Only old friends who have known Cui Yuanshan for decades know Cui Yuanshan's old thoughts, and there are almost no people who will mention it face to face and express approval directly.

The assistant professor has been following Cui Yuanshan since he was a graduate student, and it has been ten years since he heard it.

"Mr. Wen is right. Of course I understand the comfort of the old dean in my heart. It's just that I can't live with myself."

Cui Yuanshan is now the deputy dean of the School of Psychology, and every time he thinks that he did not choose the direction that the old dean encouraged since he was a child, he always feels a lump.

"Professor Cui, you are going to the inpatient department to observe the psychological problems of the wounded, right?"

"yes."

"Then use your healing techniques to prove it to the old dean."

"But... the old dean is gone."

"No, he can see it." Wen Jiu's tone was firm.

As far as the eye can see, the old dean in the dream image is wearing a mask, surgical gown, scalpel and other medical equipment, and is ready to treat patients at any time.

"He... can see?"

Cui Yuanshan muttered a few words, and suddenly felt something in his heart.

Turning half around, in a trance, a familiar figure took off his mask, and put a scalpel in Cui Yuanshan's palm...

After a long silence in the office, Cui Yuanshan stood up.

"Mr. Wen,

The old dean... gave me an invisible scalpel invisible to outsiders. "

"Um."

Walking swiftly, Cui Yuanshan stepped out of the office with unprecedented confidence.

The moonlight sprinkles the earth, the light is not as dazzling as the scorching sun, but it also illuminates people's hearts in a soft way...

Game interface, dream points +25.

Seeing this score, Wen Jiu suddenly wanted to say, Magical girls are so strong.

23 points at that time has always been a very high segment.

In the above, I want to mention President Lin Zhengyi's 33 points, and Mu's old Patriarch's 41 points.

Although Wen Jiu still doesn't know how the old Patriarch's dream mission was achieved, it should have failed at that time.

The player currently has 60 dream points.

40 points short of a lottery, and you can also exchange for the Crescent Feather.

To be reasonable, Wen Jiu really wanted to change to a New Moon Feather, like Mu Shenzhou, his dream image had no clue at all, and the old Patriarch was still thinking about it behind his back.

Guessing according to normal thinking, Mu Shenzhou should be like Cui Yuanshan just now, hoping to be recognized by the old Patriarch.

The huge oolong ten years ago was completely wiped out in the disaster of the "Ancestral Witch of the Last Dao" and was recognized by several top dark fighters involved. The old Patriarch maintained the same attitude of admiration.

After this incident is over, Mu Shenzhou should have proved himself long ago, but the image of Meimeng is still the same.

I really can't figure it out.

If he returns to the Strategy Academy in a short time, Wen Jiu will probably choose to try the Crescent Feather. The time for suspension is undecided, so let’s save the points first.

"Mr. Wen, it's getting late. I'll ask the assistant to take you back."

After leaving the office building, Cui Yuanshan still had to see the patient he had made an appointment with.

As the night deepens, the water droplets on the treetops are somewhat drowsy.

For patients, it is inconvenient to meet strangers at night.

"Professor Cui, you're welcome, I'll just go back by myself."

The assistant teacher stayed with him all day, and he didn't rest when Professor Cui was sleeping, so he didn't have to bother him to drive him off.

"Okay." Cui Yuanshan didn't say much polite words, expressed his thanks again, and hurried to the inpatient area of ​​the medical school.

【emmm...】

"What's wrong?"

Resentment Shadow Doll pursed her mouth with only one line, 【Negative emotions, if there are any. 】

After the disaster, the upliftment of rebuilding the city is always surrounded by desolation and sorrow. From the perspective of elves with clear emotional perception such as Resentment Doll and Shimengmeng, relevant information that seems to be floating in the air seems to be floating in the air.

The player holds a manifesting mirror, and when the negative emotions reach the evil spirit or even the standard of evil psionic energy, Wen Jiu can also see it.

If it really gets to that point, it probably means that evil things will appear in the city again.

Passing by the small open space next to the teaching building, an off-road vehicle stood out from the crowd.

The license plate number is very familiar, Wen Jiu remembered that this was the secretary's car.

The disaster has just passed, and the four cities are in turmoil. It stands to reason that Mu Fengshuang should be well protected at home.

The little secretary appeared, indicating that most of her young lady is also in Changle University.

Thinking about it carefully, I really don't know if they are safe or not.

The real "Ancestor of the Last Daoist" appeared in the forbidden area of ​​Mujia. Although it did not cause direct damage to objects, the aura of evil spiritual energy was not a joke.

Standing beside the off-road vehicle, Wen Jiu flipped through the social software and found the little secretary whom he hadn't contacted for a while.

Send a message: I saw your car at Changle University.

There is a reply soon: wait for me, wait for me, I will go there right away!

Looking up at the sign on the side of the road, Wen Jiu found that this is the practice college of Changle University, where Mu Fengshuang's study on the history of practice is located.

"Wen Jiu—"

Shaking the file bag in his hand, the little secretary greeted him from afar.

Black hooded short-sleeved shirt, tight sweatpants, dressed like a girl who came out for a night run in summer, the fat on Baozi's face swayed with her movements.

"There was such a big mess a few days ago, I thought you and Miss Mu would stay in the family for a long time."

"Well, that's not Mu's style."

The only thing in the family that went wrong was the forbidden area, leaving enough manpower to take care of the wounded and regularly check the status of the enhanced barrier. The Mu family sent many strategic institutes to help everywhere.

Most majors of Changle University resumed teaching. Mu Fengshuang was unable to come back to class because of the death of a person in the company. He was currently living in his apartment and was busy.

"So, I ran back to school to help Miss get the teaching materials for the next period of time."

"Uh... that's great."

Also unable to return to school for class, Wen Jiu could only wait for Ye Xiaoxing to record.

"Wen Jiu, Wen Jiu."

The little secretary put away her usual state of being strict with the outside world, and walked around Wen Jiu's side, just like a wild cat running over to grab something to eat on the only way to and from get off work.

"what?"

"Bring me a drink."

"you…"

Whenever there is a big or small situation, Mu Fengshuang will prohibit the little secretary from buying alcohol during the corresponding time period, and even friends who know the truth dare not buy her a drink.

Ever since, the last straw for the little secretary to satisfy his hunger was tied to Wen Jiu.

"you…"

Wen Jiu pointed to the off-road vehicle in the open space with his finger, and Wen Jiu issued a reminder.

"You drive today, you can't drink."

"It's been a long time since I met Wen Jiu. I don't need to drive. I can go to drink on foot and take a taxi back to Miss Mu's apartment later."

"Ah, this."

"Wow, Wen Jiu, I'm dying of hunger. If this continues, I'll turn into an evil god."

"P, you are evil at best..."