Chapter 141 A Talented Actor Used as Cannon Fodder (Part 38) Because…

Due to a major accident, filming of "Twins" was temporarily suspended, and Song Yu and the others temporarily found a hotel with four rooms to rest.

Well, to avoid disturbing other people's rest, little Zhang Mochen still sleeps in the signboard at night.

The wooden plaque, identical to the one for Lü Guoqiang, was remade by Lin You later, and it has a very good effect on the cultivation of the soul.

After all, this is also Song Yu's apprentice. Although he was taken in as an incidental disciple, we can't show favoritism.

Moreover, the child is very sensible. Not only can she clean, but she can also help serve tea, pour water, and get slippers. It's just that apart from Lin You, the others are not quite used to it.

Lin You couldn't help but recall her first encounter with a ghost. Well, although she was quite scared at the time, she adapted well in no time.

Especially after going out with Ye Zhen to fight monsters for several months, she has seen all sorts of monsters, and there are really not many ghosts or monsters that can scare her anymore.

This shows that getting used to this method is indeed useful.

Then, the three cowardly kids, who were afraid of ghosts, discovered that Zhang Mochen was appearing more frequently during the day, sometimes practically all day long.

Sometimes, when they get up at night to get water or go to the bathroom, this person will appear out of nowhere to turn on the lights.

Although it was well-intentioned, the effect was quite obvious. The number of times Song Yu and the others got up at night decreased to one-tenth of what it used to be. Even Wei Chengzhi, who liked to sneak food in the middle of the night, said that he would lose weight properly.

It can be considered that some results have been achieved.

After Song Yu had some free time, he finally had time to teach his newly recruited apprentices online.

Although Xue Ziqi, as the senior disciple, had a rather unconventional group name, his foundation was quite solid, and he had no problem teaching introductory courses.

Song Yu thought that he could continue the course after taking over, but who knew that almost half a month had passed and there were only five disciples in the group who had just started their cultivation.

Two of them already possessed some spiritual cultivation before becoming disciples.

So, is it that he and his two cowardly apprentices are too talented, or is this group of people just too incompetent?

Song Yu only remembered that he hadn't considered what it meant to "enter the gate" at all. From the moment he saw the cultivation technique, he naturally felt the Qi.

Xue Ziqi also started directly from scratch. Wei Chengzhi's introductory course was taught by Xue Ziqi, which reportedly took two hours, and Xue Ziqi even remarked that it was too slow.

It turns out that what the customer service representative said was true. He thought that the words "a prodigy" and "a person with exceptional talent" were just something the representative made up to fool him.

[Ding! Please do not doubt the judgment of the cheat system.]

[Ding! The tasks issued by the cheat system are all mutually beneficial to the host, and there is no fraud involved.]

[Ding! You think talent is like roadside weeds? You can find tons of them anywhere. The people in your group are all above average.]

"So, this is your excuse for eavesdropping on my thoughts again? If you do this again, I'm going to file a complaint against you!" Song Yu rubbed his forehead. Luckily, he didn't have a heart condition, otherwise, with this customer service representative's constant jumpy reactions, he probably would have been scared out of his wits long ago.

[Ding! If you had a heart condition, I probably wouldn't even be in this situation; I would have been scared to death by the first appearance of that blanket.]

Song Yu: ………

You really think I can't find the complaint button?

[Ding! You haven't even gotten a passing grade on the Golden Finger quest. If you complain and I unbind you, the quest will be void.]

[Ding! Your mission points will be reset to zero. You probably won't even need to complete the main quest before you can leave. Since you won't be earning any more points, why stay here!]

[Ding! The complaint button is the seventh icon in the upper left corner of the third page. Go ahead and complain if you dare!]

"...Are you planning to drive me crazy today so I can find a new host?!"

Song Yu flipped to the third page of the system page, stared at the icon for a long time, and finally closed the system page amidst the mocking laughter of the customer service representative, wanting to avoid seeing it altogether.

In the chat group, everyone got excited as soon as their master came online, asking questions all at once, most of them about how to get started with spiritual practice.

But Song Yu really didn't know how to do that.

Of course, he didn't hide his shortcomings either, stating directly in the group that because he had never experienced their situation, he really didn't know how to teach them in this regard.

The group of people in the group all work in the same department, and they even went to a conference room to make it easier for everyone to take notes during the lecture.

Now, a group of people look at each other, unsure how to describe their feelings.

They had a genius as their master, but this master didn't know how to guide them into the field.

"What's the difference between this and winning 50 million but not being able to find the place to claim the prize!" A young man slumped down in frustration, slamming his head on the table with a loud "thud."

Song Yu answered several questions about cultivation in the group, and then posted a video of him drawing talismans, as well as a spell's hand gestures and incantations, before concluding the class.

Before ending, he offered a few words of comfort: "Everyone's approach to getting started is different, so don't be discouraged. Perhaps it's just not the right time yet."

Inside the Paranormal Affairs Bureau, which was disguised as a research institute for folk customs, the director called a meeting after everyone had finished organizing their notes: "Let's all share our insights from this period of time."

Zhang Mofeng was the first speaker to be called upon. He was used to it by now, but although he could recite the incantation by heart, he still hadn't figured out the way to cultivate.

Many others, like him, were also clueless, but strangely enough, their cleaning lady, who was over forty years old, had figured it out.

When it was her turn to speak, the aunt smiled with her lips pursed, looking a little embarrassed: "Well, there's a rule in the bureau that there's a special achievement award with a prize of 30,000 yuan. I was thinking that if I could learn it, would I have a chance to win an award in the future?"

After speaking, she glanced at the bureau chief again, her voice lowering slightly: "Am I... am I now considered a full-time employee of our bureau? Will my salary increase?"

Hearing her cautious voice, the director finally came to his senses and hurriedly pointed to the personnel department, saying, "Hurry up, go and process the paperwork for Aunt Wang now."

Seeing the envious looks from his colleagues, the director finally realized a very real problem and ultimately made the decision.

"Anyone who has recently begun their cultivation journey will receive a bonus of 30,000. If they are able to go on missions in the future, they will receive a reward for each one, starting at 800, with no upper limit!"

Compared to the previous bonuses given to the sects, this bonus is just a drop in the ocean. If it can serve as an incentive, then the money will definitely be well spent.

Upon hearing his words, not only Aunt Wang's eyes lit up, but also those of the other colleagues. Some even pulled out their class notes on the spot, their enthusiasm for learning instantly doubling.

Don't say that becoming a cultivator means transcending worldly affairs and no longer being attached to worldly matters.

How could that be!

Not only do monks need to eat and wear clothes, but they also need to use mobile phones and go online, and they need to live in houses to sleep. They also need to pay for water, electricity, and telephone bills.

The bureau chief never expected that the 30,000 yuan bonus would directly result in seven more novice cultivators joining the bureau within three days, which was truly a cause for celebration.

Of course, this doesn't include Zhang Mofeng. He's not short of money; 30,000 yuan is just the amount of a red envelope he received during Chinese New Year.

"So it seems that the entry requirements are more like everyone's obsession?" Zhang Mofeng looked at the discussion in the group and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Is it his obsession?

What's the point of bringing this up now? Can he really turn back time and go back to the beginning?

If only he had calmly communicated with his parents and uncle instead of throwing a tantrum.

If he hadn't been deceived by his parents and hadn't actually believed that the matter was resolved and that Ah Chen had simply moved abroad...

If only he had been smarter and more careful back then, he could have found the flaws in the fake and exposed his lies directly.

But there are no "what ifs" in this world. His good friends and brothers will never come back!

A "ding-dong" notification sound from his phone interrupted Zhang Mofeng's thoughts. He picked it up and saw that it was a private message from his junior brother.

The eldest brother once mentioned that the youngest brother was still young and hadn't learned how to type on a phone, so he would have others do it for him whenever he wanted to say something.

Why are you suddenly messaging me now?

Zhang Mofeng opened the chat box and found that it was a voice message. He sent a teasing message first before opening the voice message.

I thought you'd learned to type, junior brother.

Looking at the message that arrived instantly on his phone, Zhang Mochen was unsure whether to feel disappointed or relieved. After hesitating for a while, he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

So much time has passed, and Zhang Mofeng was just a child back then; how could he possibly still remember his voice?

That's for the best; he's now free of all worries.

Compared to Lü Guoqiang, Zhang Mochen's presence was much less noticeable. His soul had been nurtured by Lin You for so long, and it had only recovered to the level of a normal person's soul right after death.

But a level one ghost is still a ghost. For cowards, the fear is not reduced much. It's like a person who is afraid of snakes seeing a non-venomous rat snake; they are still just as afraid.

Especially since this little guy likes to squat silently in corners and crevices, it can really give you a fright if you see him suddenly.

Fortunately, people's ability to accept things is gradual. Even if you are really scared, being scared every few days will eventually get you used to it.

Although they are still startled when they bump into him unexpectedly, the three little timid girls can now greet him normally when they see him normally, which is a significant improvement.

After finishing his calligraphy practice for the day, Wei Chengzhi took a short break and went out to find something to eat.

As soon as I got to the refrigerator, I saw the little guy huddled dejectedly in the corner, radiating an aura of unhappiness.

He thought for a moment, then walked over and stopped two meters away from the child, asking softly, "Junior brother, is there anything you don't understand while doing your homework?"

When Zhang Mochen had his accident, he was very young and hadn't even finished elementary school. After becoming a ghost, he was constantly tormented by the actor ghosts and had no chance to study at all.

Now that his soul has stabilized, Lin You bought him textbooks from elementary to high school and had him attend online classes.

Now that the child has already learned the fourth-grade curriculum, Wei Chengzhi thought he had encountered a problem he couldn't learn.

Although his grades weren't great in school, he still went to university. Even if he got extra points for sports, he should still be able to teach a fourth-grade student.

Zhang Mochen looked up at him, forced a smile, and said, "Thank you, Second Senior Brother. I'm fine. I've finished my homework for today."

Wei Chengzhi thought for a moment, then followed Lin You's example and patted the boy on the head, which immediately cheered the boy up.

Meanwhile, overwhelmed with excitement at hearing the familiar voice, Zhang Mofeng accidentally flung his phone away, and by sheer coincidence, it landed in Ji Dongyuan's thermos cup across from him.

His phone was waterproof, so it wouldn't be a big problem if it fell into water. But Ji Dongyuan's cup was filled with hot water, just to make it look like a real phone.

When the phone fell in, water splashed out and scalded his hand. Ji Dongyuan instinctively flung the cup away.

Zhang Mofeng's phone was either too hot or damaged from being dropped, but it wouldn't turn on. By the time he frantically pulled out the SIM card, put it in Ji Dongyuan's phone, and opened WeChat to video call his junior brother, it was already more than ten minutes later.

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Author's note: This world is nearing its end, and I'm experiencing some writer's block. I'll try my best. _(:з」∠)_

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