Ji Yiming is back!

The news soon spread like wings throughout the history department of Hanzhong University, and even the senior students of other departments couldn't help but run over to visit this legendary figure during class breaks.

As for the female classmates in this class who make a living from gossip, they have already asked the answer they want to know the most.

"Have you found Mr. Jiang?"

In class, sitting next to Ji Yiming was still the short-haired Luo Jing, who was covering his face with a book at this time, turned his head and asked him with curiosity in his eyes: "As soon as I ask for leave, I will be going to find Teacher Jiang for most of the week, right?"

Ji Yiming nodded and didn't speak, but still listened carefully to the elegant teacher Daoyan on the podium.

Today is about the Anshi Rebellion, the most interesting and bizarre civil strife in the Tang Dynasty. Although the fourth-year students are familiar with this historical fact, Ji Daoyan's in-depth and in-depth analysis still brings a lot of new feelings to the students in the class: in less than a week, the associate professor who jumped from Beijing has become one of the most popular teachers in the history department of Hanzhong University, second only to the missing Jiang Zhiyou.

"Hey, did you find it? ”

Luo Jing looked like she would not stop if she didn't achieve her goal, and her apricot eyes were round: "Don't cross the river and tear down the bridge, we all want to know the follow-up! The last time I found Mr. Jiang's bachelor apartment, it was Zhu Qianqian's help!"

Ji Yiming stopped his notes a little helplessly and turned his head: "I haven't found it yet." ”

"What do you mean for the time being, got a clue?"

"Let's talk about it after class. Ji Yiming coughed lightly, and looked at Professor Xi on the podium with some embarrassment.

The latter nodded at him slightly, ignoring the small movements of the two and continuing to lecture.

Luo Jing spit out her little fragrant tongue, picked up the pen and began to record obediently. It's just that after a while, I couldn't help but secretly say: "A few of our girls have a party for milk tea in the afternoon, if you have a conscience, come together!"

“……”

Ji Yiming, who had just experienced the most thrilling battles and adventures in the cultivation world, suddenly returned to the vibrant college campus and faced this group of girls with teeth and claws, and there was always a sense of disobedience in his heart like watching a child's game.

Seeing that Luo Jing next to him was still peeking at himself with apricot eyes from time to time, he finally nodded helplessly.

——From the clues obtained from the ancient kiln city, Ying Xingtian and Yan Siguang were just as clueless as themselves. On the premise of not revealing too many secrets, it may be a solution to let these girls help with reference.

After all, everyone is a history student, if the prediction is correct, Jiang Zhiyou's words left by Jiang Zhiyou should also be related to a certain ruin.

After getting the promise, Luo Jing finally stopped pestering Ji Yiming, and with a smile that the gossip was about to be satisfied, she began to listen to the lecture seriously and take notes.

Then the bell rang at the end of class.

"It's over! In order to listen to your gossip, I guess I will be deducted from the time. Luo Jing muttered, picked up the book and confirmed it to Ji Yiming: "Are you sure to go, wait for WeChat to send your address and time, you are not allowed to release our pigeons!"

The latter nodded helplessly: "I have to go to work at noon, and I won't be back until after three o'clock in the afternoon." If you can go over and sit down after three o'clock, you can't help it. ”

"Let's change the time!" Luo Jing said viciously: "Four girls accommodate you alone, it's enough to save face, right?"

Ji Yiming waved his hand at her and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

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It has been two days since I returned from Cixi City.

Ying Xingtian was about to arrange the follow-up cleanup, magic trick and formation ban reinforcement work of Qianlong Yuan in Shanglin Lake, and he has not returned to school yet. However, this legendary school grass has never seen the head and tail of the dragon, and no one has linked him to Ji Yiming's disappearance.

In the past two days, Ji Yiming has been in class and self-study normally, and he has gone to the library every day to check up materials, but he has never found anything related to the clues left by Jiang Zhiyou:

"Rate, Su, speed, shirt, Sui. He still has no clue what these five words mean.

And what's worse is ......

Ji Yiming has no money on him.

went to Cixi, round-trip tickets, accommodation, and a few meals, and spent all the few hundred yuan he had in savings. Now, in addition to the school lunch card, there are more than 500 in it, so that you won't starve to death immediately, and the pockets are empty enough to shoot dust.

The million-dollar Han Eight Knife Mutton Fat Jade Cicada was left in the "Transformation Ancestor Gu Array", and all the gems given by Ying Xingtian were also used in the battle to restore the internal breath of the "Taiyi Longevity Formula". Now the only valuable things left around me are a broken smartphone that can't be bought for a few hundred yuan, and the sea yellow purple avocado wooden box used to hold mutton fat jade cicadas.

The mobile phone can't be sold for money, and as for the wooden box, it still belongs to Jiang Zhiyu in his heart, and it is impossible to sell it.

Even a box made of this precious wood can be sold for tens of thousands of dollars in the market casually.

So in desperation, Ji Yiming could only return to his old job and go back to the gym where he worked before to ask the manager for a temporary job at the end of the day. Every day from 10 noon to 2:30 p.m., he is responsible for cleaning, tidying up equipment, cleaning the bathroom and other chores, and struggles to save some cash with an hourly salary of eight yuan.

Otherwise, even if he unraveled the true meaning of the five words left by Jiang Zhiyou, he would not have the money to buy a ticket to go anywhere.

Walking out of the school gate, Ji Yiming began to run wildly on the streets of Hanzhong city center with his schoolbag on his back.

The internal breath of "Taiyi Longevity" quietly circulated, so that he always maintained a speed equivalent to the national second-level athlete's 100-meter sprint, easily crossing one obstacle after another.

The distance from Hanzhong University to the gym is about four or five kilometers, and it takes less than eight minutes to reach the destination, and there are still ten minutes before the start of work: if you choose to take the bus, you should still be stuck in traffic jams.

In the realm of a low-grade martial artist, it is simply a piece of cake to deal with this kind of intensity and long-distance running. If it weren't for the lack of top-grade southern red agate that could be used to restore internal breath, he would have had to use the frugality of the internal breath deduction and search of the "Taiyi Longevity Formula" in the meridians, and he would have been able to double his speed by more than double.

"Sister Xiao Ran, it's early. ”

He smiled at the little girl at the front desk, but the fair-skinned girl with a pointed chin didn't raise her head, just stared at her phone to watch the drama. A poor student who works part-time as a handyman, of course, it is not worth her time to spend any time to greet him.

Ji Yiming had long been accustomed to this kind of treatment, so he went to the utility room and took a mop bucket, rag and detergent, and entered the instrument area to start cleaning up all kinds of sweat stains.

There weren't many guests in the gym in the morning, and the gym trainers who were using the equipment were bigger than the other, and the smell of sweat full of male hormones could catch people off guard.

But Ji Yiming always wiped the equipment to clean the floor as usual, meticulously cleaned every stubborn stain with detergent, and bypassed the equipment when the coach was still in use, and wiped it after it was completely empty.

As a casual worker who is paid only eight dollars an hour, this attitude is enough to satisfy the most demanding bosses.

"Hey, little chicken, don't you feel annoyed when you wipe the floor like this every day?" When he rubbed the bench press area, a fitness coach with a tall height stood up and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Anyway, it's also an old man in our gym, it's okay to practice more equipment to make your little arms and calves thicker, and it will be convenient to pick up girls in the future." ”

"At such a young age, it takes a few months to supplement more protein, and you will soon be able to practice decently. He didn't have any malicious intent, and "Little Chick" was just a joking name given to Ji Yiming by the coaches in the gym: "If there is a shortage of eggs*, I have a lot of stock there that can be eaten casually." ”

Ji Yiming only shook his head and smiled, without acknowledging.

"I got Lao Wei, but I am a serious college student, and a white-collar worker who will sit in the office and blow the air conditioner in the future. Not far away, another coach with short and strong chest muscles sneered, holding forty kilograms of dumbbells with one hand, and his biceps bulge was as exaggerated as grapefruit: "We are big and rough, what qualifications do we have to educate others." ”

Seeing that Ji Yiming still lowered his head to wipe the bench and ignored him, the short man showed disdain again: "But when you work for a few years in the future, you will know the importance of fitness when you become bald and fat people with big bellies." It's easy to eat on your stomach, but it's hard to lose it back. ”

The other party kept staring at him, Ji Yiming could only stop what he was doing and look up and smile: "Thank you Brother Wang for your concern, I will work hard to practice when I have time." As for eating fat...... Now that I can't afford to eat, how can I get fat. ”

There was a burst of laughter from the equipment area, and several coaches went to eat nutritious meals together, and no one paid any attention to his little handyman.

After everyone left, Ji Yiming grabbed the barbell that "Lao Wei" had just used for bench pressing, lifted it dozens of centimeters away from the shelf with one hand, and wiped the sweat stains on the low stool with the other hand.

Lao Wei's usual bench press record is 128 kilograms, and his normal training is also around 100 kilograms. But with a barbell of this weight, Ji Yiming can only pick it up with one hand - it feels similar to that of an ordinary person lifting an iron bar.

He was wiping the low stool when an exclamation suddenly came from the side.

Ji Yiming reacted quickly and directly put the barbell back on the shelf, pretending to be out of breath and looking to the side.

At the door of the instrument area, Xiao Ran, a girl at the front desk with curly hair and pointed chin, was covering her mouth, looking at him with an incredible face, her fingers trembling slightly in the air for a long time, and she forgot to retract it.

A horizontal bar weighs 30 kilograms, and three 10-kilogram barbells and two 5-kilogram barbells are loaded on each side. As the front desk of the gym, Xiao Ran naturally saw at a glance how heavy this thing really weighed - at least two and a half of himself.

And this guy in front of him, who doesn't look amazing and looks thin and weak, just raised it flat with one hand for three or four seconds, what a terrifying force this must be!?

Ji Yiming scratched his head a little embarrassed, and continued to wipe the low stool: "Sister Xiao Ran, is there something wrong?"

The girl he called "Xiao Ran" still remembered what she was doing when she came in, and she was stunned for a long time before she asked, "...... Is it Superman?"