September 25th, the day Zhang Shuo started school, and it was also the day for new students to register.

In fact, the school requires new students to register on September 26, but every year there will be new students who arrive one day earlier, and there are quite a few such new students.

It is precisely because of this that the school had to arrange personnel to set up the venue in advance on the 25th, set up the venue in the morning, and officially welcome the new students in the afternoon.

The process of admission for new students is very cumbersome, and after entering the school, the average new student will see a row of long tables lined up in the square at the south gate of the school, and several banners are pulled above these long tables, which read:

"Registration point for new students of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

"Pharmacy School Freshman Registration Point!"

"Registration point for new students of the Clinical College of Traditional Chinese and Western Medicine!"

"School of Nursing Freshman Registration Point!"

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According to the order of the registration number, in a group of ten people, there will be a special student union officer to lead the new students to get the bedding, campus card and so on.

In the end, the new students are given their dormitory numbers and the classrooms where their classes are located, and the work of the student council is completed, and the rest is for the new students to tidy up the dormitories and then participate in the class roll call.

Zhang Shuo, as the vice president of the academy, was supposed to run around to check the work of his subordinates, but considering his consistent style, the meeting arranged for him to go to the registration point to fill in the registration number for the new students.

The afternoon sun was very scorching, and Zhang Shuo was wearing a sunhat, but he still felt like his neck was burned.

In the end, Zhang Shuo couldn't stand it, so he quickly called an idle officer to come over and paid him to go to the supermarket to buy a parasol

A parasol is enough to cover two tables, so there is such a scene in the square, under the banner of "School of Chinese Medicine Registration Point", a huge parasol stands out from the crowd, and when the people of other colleges are still baked by the sun, the officers of the School of Chinese Medicine comfortably fill in the information of the new students.

Seeing this parasol of the College of Traditional Chinese Medicine, people from other colleges are naturally envious, jealous and hateful, so they have proposed to their own president that they should also buy one here, and the reason is also very sufficient.

So, on the second day, the square at the south gate of the university was full of parasols, and some parents who sent their children saw this scene and couldn't help but sigh.

Zhang Shuo didn't care about the turmoil caused by one of his parasols, he hurried to tidy up his things after he was busy with the orientation task, and he could return to the other world in two days, and his heart was full of anticipation at this time.

This time, Zhang Shuo prepared a bag of potatoes and sweet potatoes, and found special planting materials from the Internet to print them out.

Secondly, Zhang Shuo brought some Chinese patent medicines that soothe the nerves and nourish the brain, before opening the spiritual aperture, cultivation is very energy-consuming, Zhang Shuo doesn't know if these medicines work, but it's better than nothing.

Also, he asked someone to create a sword from the Internet, the sword is a real sword, but in order to prevent trouble, it is the name of the game's peripheral items, and the whole sword is modeled after the artifact in one of the most popular web games at present, and the shape is extremely cool.

The reason why Zhang Shuo had the intention of using a sword was because the original jade not only taught a "Spirit Turtle Swallowing Moon Method", but also many miscellaneous Taoist techniques, including the art of imperial objects, which made Zhang Shuo see the hope of the imperial sword.

Of course, those Dao techniques can only be practiced after opening the spiritual aperture, but this does not prevent Zhang Shuo from preparing in advance, does it?

In the next two days, Zhang Shuo went to class normally, and the new courses in his senior year were all clinical courses, such as acupuncture, gynecology, pediatrics, etc., with the memory of the original body, Zhang Shuo was not difficult to learn, and it was relatively smooth in two days.

Two days later, Zhang Shuo gathered all the things he needed to bring to the living room of the apartment and began to shuttle with anticipation......

Snow Protector.

After the place was plundered by the Xijon people, it should have been uninhabited, but at this time, the snow protection city was very lively.

The gates of the snow-protected city were piled up like a hill of supplies, including food and clothing, gold, silver, and jewelry, and cartloads of copper coins.

"According to the agreement, the gold, silver and money belong to you, and the food and clothing belong to us!" said Dabie Beggar, a middle-aged general in armor, next to this pile of supplies.

The middle-aged general ignored Lao Beiqi's inquiry, and just looked coldly at the clothes on the carriage, although these clothes were messy, but black and red blood stains could be vaguely seen.

"General, general?" The guards on the side saw that the middle-aged general's expression was a little wrong, and immediately shouted softly.

"A certain family has been fighting for the country for generations since the Tai......zong period," the middle-aged general's tone trembled a little, "I never thought that the first time this western land was broken by the enemy, it was actually in the hands of a certain person!"

"General!" The guard was very familiar with the heart of his master, and immediately persuaded, "The general has been the commander of Guangyuan County for generations, and he has been bloody, but who in the imperial court knows?

"Alas!" The middle-aged general sighed and said to the old beggar beside him, "You take away the food and clothing, and I advise you to honestly shepherd sheep in the Western Wilderness, and if you take another step into Guangyuan in the future, you will definitely lead the army to level the Western Wilderness!"

Lao Bei smiled meaninglessly, and instead of answering, he summoned his people and told them to quickly pack up the carts carrying food and clothes.

Looking at the Xirong people who were far away, the middle-aged general's hand suddenly pulled out his waist knife and pointed at the Xirong people from afar, at this time, there happened to be a big man from the Xirong people who turned around, and the eyes of the two people collided together, giving birth to a trace of coldness out of thin air.

"General, it's just some barbarians from the Western Wilderness, why do you care so much?" asked the soldier beside him, puzzled.

"You don't understand, the Xijon people look like wild dogs, but once they lick a mouthful of blood, it will stimulate wolf nature, and I'm afraid that Guangyuan will not be at peace in the future!" replied the middle-aged general with a sigh.

"Haha, what are you afraid of, I'm a million heroes, even if the Xirong people are wolves, they can be trained as dogs by the general!" said the pro-soldier with a smile.

"Maybe!" said the middle-aged general with a frown, I don't know why, when he recalled the eyes of the Xijon man just now, he suddenly felt that his future self would inevitably meet the Xijon man again!

"What's the matter?" Seeing his nephew sullen, Old Beg asked with concern.

"Don't beg, will we come again in the future?" Agudamu's mind kept echoing with the eyes of the Zheng general just now, and there was an inexplicable look on his face.

"Yes, Agudam, we'll be back......" replied the old beggar, stroking Kikige's forehead.