Feng Feng shuddered and coughed twice guiltily:

"Ahem, adapt to circumstances, adapt to circumstances."

Then quickly change the subject.

"Look, if Senior Xi saw the ticket stub, how could we hear such great news?"

"Good news? Yes!"

Zhang Xiaofeng touched his chin, his eyes filled with deep condemnation towards them.

"While I was being chased by a dog, ahem, a sword spirit, you were actually discussing such a big thing!"

Not even notifying him.

It was only after the sword spirit calmed down that he told him the news on the way.

He didn't even have the chance to ask Senior Xi!

A divine weapon.

Just thinking about it makes people excited and look forward to it.

"Even though I can't participate, it's nice to be able to watch how quickly the artifact appears!"

"Isn't that just participating?"

Xu Yuting expressed disdain for Zhang Xiaofeng's IQ.

Even Feng Feng was advising:

"Forget it, Brother Feng, the situation is already very good now."

They don't know anything, so there is no possibility of causing trouble.

He was very satisfied.

"I heard before that a miracle and extraordinary things occurred during a certain church ceremony."

"I thought they were going to be the first to discover the artifact!"

Feng Feng spread his hands with a look of relief on his face.

Although according to common sense, all countries with historical heritage are likely to have artifacts.

The president will also definitely prepare for possible crises in the future.

This prompted the rapid appearance of artifacts from all over the place.

But whoever gets first will always get more benefits.

Next, we can only wait and see what the Chinese authorities will do.

An old object from thousands of years ago...could it have become a spirit?

Will China really recognize it now?

Or, is faith something reliable?

Xu Yuting could hear the hidden worry in Feng Feng's tone.

"Don't worry, we have to believe in the thousands of years of heritage of our ancestors."

This little setback will definitely be overcome smoothly.

"Yes." Zhang Xiaofeng was full of confidence, "Don't forget, our president is also Chinese."

"Our Chinese nation is rich in great men."

"Can a divine artifact completely determine our future?"

Thousands of years have passed.

Could it be that it will disappear into history just because of a revival of spiritual energy?

Zhang Xiaofeng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said softly:

"I can't wait for the day when China announces it has acquired a divine weapon and its power surges."

He had no doubt about this outcome.

yes.

Feng Feng relaxed a lot.

It's just a good thing, and it's destined to have the ending that everyone expects.

The scenery before his eyes changed from the bright blue sky and ancient trees to the bustling city night scene.

here.

Feng Feng was the only one in the deep alley, but there were traces of human creation everywhere.

Feng Feng calmed himself down and walked out with his bag.

Lone heroes are not popular in China.

What we believe in is collectivism.

…

It was already nine o'clock in the evening when Feng Feng returned to the dormitory.

There were only two people in the dormitory, and their fourth roommate had not returned yet.

It seems that the course of geomancy is very heavy.

"In this era, with this opportunity, we should seize it and not give up~"

"You have your strength and I have my skills, and we can overcome any obstacle."

As soon as I opened the dormitory door, I heard loud music filling the air.

"What song are you listening to? This tune...it's quite old, right?"

Feng Feng closed the door and threw the bag on his chair.

Next, I can finally rest.

"Hey, the youngest is back?" Mai Xuan poked his head out from under the bed. "Where have you been? Why are you back so late?"

"Working." Feng Feng spread his hands and sighed in pretended helplessness.

"Even though we're just interns, we still have to go back anytime our boss asks us to."

"Working, are you so happy about working?" Mai Xuan expressed his confusion.

But he saw that the other person had been smiling since he entered the door.

Something good must have happened.

No, he was too curious.

"Aren't you happy that you made money?" Feng Feng retorted.

Only after he finished speaking did he realize something was wrong, and he looked at Mai Xuan with a scrutinizing look.

"Wait, who's the youngest? Why don't I know?"

"If you don't read the group messages, how can you know?"

Mai Xuan sat up from the bed and asked the other party to look at the news in the dormitory group today.

It was the first time he met someone like Feng Feng, whose updates were rarely seen on social media.

Sometimes I send him a message and don’t get a reply for a whole day.

Doesn’t the other party play with their cell phones?

As Feng Feng checked the information he was missing, he briefly explained the situation.

"We met the third brother, Fu Shaoming, who sleeps in the bed next to yours, in the cafeteria at noon, and we sorted out the generational hierarchy in our dormitory."

"I'm the oldest, Jin Shile is second, and you're the youngest. That's how we'll all call each other from now on."

He acted as if the matter had been settled long ago, and spread out his hands like Feng Feng had just done.

"Who told you not to be here? We've already unanimously agreed on this title, don't even think about changing it."

“I’m the youngest?”

Feng Feng looked at the chat history in the group and read it over and over again.

There was no goodbye in the words above.

But he still didn't want to accept reality.

"I refuse!"

"Rejection is invalid. We have a veto."

"You are despicable!"

The two sides had a full exchange on the issues of dormitory seniority and address, and maintained their respective opinions.

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