Later, both the man and the car fell into the promotion pile.
The next moment, Zhu Qingyan picked up a potato and threw it at the thief, hitting him on the back of the head and knocking him unconscious.
The thief was caught by the security guard.
Zhu Qingyan looked at his hands in horror.
"Ah Jing, how come your body can move on its own!"
【Task 2: Participate in academic lectures】
When Murong Jing stepped onto the stage wearing Zhu Qingyan's small leather shoes, she almost tripped - Qingyan's feet actually had the passive skill of 'Academic Pacing'!
"Hello, colleagues!" She reflexively saluted into the microphone with a standard military salute. The white-haired Professor Wang in the audience was so scared that he spilled the wolfberry in his thermos cup onto the bald head of the person sitting next to him.
Zhu Qingyan's scream came from the earphone:
"It's 'everyone'! Not a roll call during military training!"
Murong Jing tactically retreated half a step, "Next, I will report on the "Research on the Casting Technology of Bronze Ware in the Western Zhou Dynasty"..."
The red laser dot jumped wildly on the professors' foreheads as her hands trembled.
The first half went smoothly with Zhu Qingyan's earphone prompting, until the signal was suddenly interfered by an old professor's antique Nokia.
Sizzle, sizzle—
"Based on the analysis of the explosion radius of the pottery fragments, uh...," Murong Jing stared at the blurry PPT diagram and began to make up knowledge about the armed police training, "just like the grenade fragments need to control the killing angle..."
"Through a, uh...systematic analysis of casting technology, we can better understand stir-fried pork with green peppers..."
Zhu Qingyan's backstage collapsed: "It's not stir-fried pork with green peppers, it's bronze decorations!"
"It's clear!" Murong Jing suddenly had an idea, "The key is the timing! Just like an armed raid, you need to use a stopwatch!"
When she used the "braised pork juice collection theory" to explain the cooling process of bronze ware, the professors in the front row took out their notebooks and took notes frantically:
“Using Sichuan cuisine techniques to deconstruct archaeology, he is truly an interdisciplinary star!”
The real archaeology doctor 㱗 was choking with sobs while holding the network cable in the background:
"My academic career... is over. Pixian Doubanjiang..."
[Task 3: Complete the fitness blogger’s live broadcast]
As a self-media blogger, Murong Jing originally spread stories and pictures.
But ever since some fans found out that she used to be an instructor of the armed police, they began to strongly request her to live stream and share her fitness experience.
Zhu Qingyan had agreed with his fans to do a live broadcast today, so there was no other way but to go ahead with it.
It was agreed that Murong Jing would demonstrate on the other side of the phone, but just as the show started, Murong Jing suddenly had a stomachache and rushed to the bathroom.
"Two minutes is enough... Just talk for two minutes..."
Fans often post “Good evening, sis” and “Sister is so cool”.
Zhu Qingyan could only face the camera with a stiff smile, his voice dry:
"Good evening, everyone... Today we are going to talk about... the modern application of Han Dynasty's Qinxi...
According to the Biography of Hua Tuo..."
The barrage began to swipe:
"Sister was possessed today?"
"Blink if you're possessed!"
"Help! My sister turned her fitness live broadcast into a pet identification video!"
"A fan asks, is the anchor promoting products for Mummy?"
Zhu Qingyan didn't dare to look at the comments and started giving an academic report in front of the camera.
Two minutes later, she pointed to "her own" six-pack abs and analyzed "the relationship between ergonomic areas and the symmetry of taotie patterns on Shang and Zhou bronze ware."
Murong Jing appeared holding a snowball, and couldn't help but stick her head in front of the camera:
"My dears, turn on the public screen and turn on the professionalism!"
—End of Small Theater No. 1—
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