Chapter 27: Death (Thanks to Baidizi for being the best leader in the world)
August 413, 8 in the Cataclysm Year.

7 points.

Tianmen University opens on the first day of school.

Ji Jue slowly woke up from his exquisite sleep, opened his eyes, and looked at the sky outside the window. It had rained a little in the early morning, and after the sun rose, the sky was clear and the streets were as bright as new.

A cool breeze blew in from the open window.

It’s such beautiful weather, the flowers are blooming, the birds are singing...but some unlucky children are about to fall into the flames of hell.

For example, Ji Jue.

After waking up from the nightmare, he felt the pillow that was almost wet with tears. For a long time, he didn't have the courage to pick up his phone - especially when he found that his mailbox had no replies except for spam messages, he really wanted to find a beautiful little box to burn himself in!

It's all over. It's completely over!
Professor Ye hasn't replied to me yet. I might, possibly, probably, be really dead!

Recalling the past month, Ji Jue felt as if it was a lifetime ago.

There were too many messy things, and his summer vacation was too full and full of ups and downs, so much so that he had completely forgotten about the paper he had submitted...

Have no idea!

Even if you want to pay, there must be conditions, right? !
Basically, most of the time, Ji Jue was lying in the hospital, in a state of rest. His physical weakness caused him to sleep for eighteen hours a day, and his own spiritual essence was severely overdrawn repeatedly, causing him to be in a mentally retarded state most of the time.

When asked what he wants for lunch, he takes a long time to respond, and his hands shake like Parkinson's when he holds chopsticks.

Like a dying tree sting.

Not only did he not have the ability to do academic work, he also lost his ability to do math. I bought a bowl of rice noodle rolls and tried to add, subtract, multiply and divide numbers within ten, but I almost got the amazing result that the boss gave me back six dollars and fifty cents.

By the time he had almost recovered and finally realized the approaching deadline, there were only three days left before school started!
three days?

You can’t get it out even if you kill yourself!

With no other options, Ji Jue could only go out and find an Internet cafe. He calculated all night with a memory stick in his mouth, and finally managed to put together an article with so much water content that even the Dragon King would kowtow after reading it. Full of trepidation, he mustered up the courage and sent it to the professor's email.

As a result, there is still no reply...

On the bright side, it's because Professor Ye is too busy and hasn't had time to look at it yet, right? Maybe she has forgotten about it a long time ago and doesn't care at all.

It is also possible that after reading it, he felt that he, a big piece of academic garbage, was no longer worth saving, so he went to order a pollutant incinerator, waiting for him to dare to come to his door and give him a quick death.

Death is imminent.

There is no way to survive!
But no matter how dead end it was, Ji Jue still lingered, gurgled, and squirmed, climbed out of the bed, and washed and changed his clothes like a sleepwalker.

When I went downstairs, I found that my mutant lamb was lying in the living room licking the TV which was older than myself, with oil flowing everywhere... I wanted to die even more!
It is said that before the Cataclysm Era, there was a famous saying: Life is like a gorgeous robe crawling with lice.

Ji Jue felt that his life was full of gorgeous lice, and there was no robe at all! But apart from putting on this thing, he had no other clothes...

You can't run naked, right?

Just make do and live your life casually, isn't it the same for everyone?
As it was, she rode her bike with tears in her eyes, and slowly arrived at the entrance of the Dalu Auto Repair Shop. A group of people were already waiting there - today was the first day that the second daughter Lu Ling went to college. As the only remaining seed of learning in the old Lu family, she finally reaped the rewards and was admitted to Tianmen, the same school as Ji Jue. Mother Lu wanted to set off two more firecrackers at the door to celebrate.
As the second brother who is not on the staff, Ji Jue has to come and pick up and drop off the kids.

And have breakfast at the same time.

"Oh, you don't need to bring too many things. The first day is just to register and get to know the teachers and classmates. Besides, the second girl is a local and she is a day student. She will go home in the afternoon. Why would she need so many things?"

Seeing the large and small bags prepared by Lu Ma, Ji Jue could not help shaking his head. After much persuasion, he finally took away most of the things and only took the necessary documents. After putting the second girl in the back, the scooter set off.

In the back seat, Lu Ling twisted around excitedly, enjoying the wind blowing against her face. She looked youthful and sunny, in stark contrast to Ji Jue's dead look.

"Second brother, you changed your car." She finally found Huadian, which made Ji Jue stiffen all over: "No, no, it's still the same one. Look, wasn't the scar on the back scratched by the youngest brother with a knife?"

"Oh, yes."

Lu Ling patted the seat blankly. After all, Lu Feng had ridden this thing to take her to high school every day for three years. There was no reason why he couldn't recognize it. It was just...

"Why does it feel so much bigger?"

The original small-sized Lamborghini with a displacement of only 110cc has now become almost as big as a mid-sized motorcycle. It has become much fatter, and no one can tell there is anything wrong with it.

Ji Jue rolled his eyes and retorted in a shocking voice: "You are allowed to go to college, but others are not allowed to grow during puberty?"

Lu Ling was speechless, but the silent little lamb under her seemed to feel that they were discussing it, and couldn't help but began to twist its body. Ji Jue kicked the pedal twice in annoyance, and it immediately became quiet.

What would it feel like if your little sheep suddenly turned into a dog?
It's a suicidal experience.

Originally, Ji Jue was worried that it would suddenly go crazy one day and bite off his head and kick it around like a ball. However, he found that as a mutant product that absorbed most of the dragon blood and was born under the influence of Ji Jue's abilities and vortex planting techniques, this thing's personality could be said to be incredibly stable, and it was very obedient and as flattering as a dog.

When it comes to using abilities to communicate, there is no difference between them and dogs.

He squatted down when he was told to squat, and rolled over when he was told to roll over. The fender was about to fly off.

It is fuel-efficient and power-efficient. After the mutation, it doesn't even need to be refueled. Its horsepower is so exaggerated that it's abnormal. I don't know which sports car's engine it took. It only takes two seconds to accelerate from 0 to 100 km/h. The top speed is directly over 470 km/h. As a result, rumors of ghosts have recently appeared on the highway near Ji Jue's home. These are all advantages, and the only disadvantage is...

You’re so talkative!

On average, I consume half a boiled chicken per 100 kilometers. I don’t even like braised chicken. I don’t even eat frozen chicken legs from the supermarket. I only like freshly killed and cooked chicken…

As a result, Ji Jue, who was originally in a state of extreme poverty, is now almost completely bankrupt.

Of course, Ji Jue knew clearly that this shortcoming was his own, not itss.

After all, what bad intentions could the little dog have? He didn't want to be reincarnated as your little sheep. If he had been with a rich man, he would have achieved the freedom of white-cut chicken long ago.

There is no other way but to keep it. Can I throw it away?
Not allowing it to enter the room and forcing it to sleep in the living room was already the limit of Ji Jue's cruelty.

Fortunately, when it is disguised as an ordinary lamb, it is still very quiet, otherwise Ji Jue would not have the courage to take it out.

In the morning, Tianmen University, which had been relatively quiet for more than a month, began to gradually become bustling. There was a constant stream of traffic at the gate. Candidates from various districts and even other cities were excitedly looking around and taking pictures with their mobile phones.

The excited second girl also took Ji Jue to check in at many popular tourist attractions along the way and posted them on WeChat Moments. Then Lu's mother used her magical Kuaishou on the other end to instantly like and praise the posts.

The happy and relaxed mood lasted until the end of the new student sign-in process and the time to pay the fees.

The bank staff waiting there sat behind the counter with a smile on their faces and handed her the loan contract, just like vampires looking at the blood bags lined up to be delivered to their doorsteps.

Tianmen University has never been a charity organization. As one of the top five universities in the federation, it is known for its high value, high entry requirements, and high tuition fees.

Of course, since you’ve passed the exam, you don’t have to worry about not being able to pay the tuition... There will naturally be kind and generous banks coming to help you, inviting you to be their repayment slave for the next twenty years.

Even though Ji Jue and Lu Feng spent the first half of the summer vacation running around the municipal departments with all kinds of materials to obtain various certificates and preferential subsidies, the annual interest rate was still as high as 4.1%.

After just a few minutes, the little girl had already been burdened with more than 800,000 yuan in student loans, and Little Pearl was about to drop the bag she was holding.

"Don't worry, it's easiest to find a job with an economics major in Tianmen. If you can't find a job, you can still find Da Gou and your second brother, right?" Ji Jue stroked her hair and comforted her, "Let's go check out the teaching building first. Later, your second brother will take you to the cafeteria to eat braised pork rice!"

“I don’t eat braised pork rice.”

Lu Ling rubbed her eyes and felt even sadder: "Second brother, you were sent to the hospital two years ago..."

Ji Jue's smile froze for a moment. How could this damn kid still remember this? Besides, the canteen also lost a lot of money, okay? Have you forgotten how your little skirt came from? It was all earned by my second brother eating a bowl of braised pork rice in the emergency room!

He was about to say something when his cell phone suddenly vibrated.

The moment the screen lit up, the stiff smile disappeared completely and the heart and lungs stopped.

Professor Ye: [Have you completed the process? Come to my office]

"..."

Ji Jue swallowed and put the phone back: "Go get familiar with the school with the senior student you just met. I have something to do, so I'll leave first."

"What to do?" Lu Ling was at a loss.

Ji Jue was silent for a moment, then forced out a standard smile like in a portrait:
"To die."
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Ji Jue jogged along the way and just as he walked into the corridor on the fourth floor of the office building, he saw a moved face that was almost in tears and rushed towards him.

It’s Ye Chun!

"Woo woo woo, Ji Jue, you are so nice!"

The senior student patted his shoulder vigorously, as if she had gotten to know him all over again, and pretended to wipe her eyes with a handkerchief: "So you really didn't make a curly dog, I'm so touched! I'll give you two chicken legs for lunch! Two more!"

"Stop talking, I want to die!"

Ji Jue was so depressed that he almost fell to the ground. God had mercy on him. He had no idea how to explain his garbage to the professor. He couldn't just say that he was involved in a terrorist attack, fought Lawrence side by side with the big sister from the Security Bureau, and scored 93 points in the whole game, right?

"Come, come, come! Please, brave man, go to die!"

With a gloating look on his face, Ye Chun led him to the front of the office, opened the door for him personally, and then kicked him onto the "judgment stand".

In the dead silence, the only sound left was the ticking of the clock.

In the morning sunshine, the person behind the desk seemed to have been waiting for a long time. He did not pretend to edit the documents, but just drank strong tea that was so strong that it turned black from an old teacup.

There was no deliberate makeup on Professor Ye Xian, who was over 40 years old, but wrinkles appeared on his face, as if carved by a knife, which only highlighted the harshness and coldness in his bones.

Seeing Ji Jue rushing over, rubbing his hands and greeting her with a flattering smile, she did not get angry, but just pointed to the stack of papers that had been printed not long ago.

“Please comment on it yourself first.”

She said, "You submit your, uh, 'academic' work."

(End of this chapter)