The man folded his hands, supported his chin, and sat next to Song Yumeng with a serious face, thinking about whether there would be any opportunities in class for a while...

Song Yumeng noticed that the man moved a little towards him, and felt that Mo Xian Shen was too irresponsible, so he turned his head and made a look.

Mo Xianshen reached out and patted the man on the shoulder, and waved the man away.

"What are you doing!" The man was furious, this was a big staircase of two hundred people.

"The chair in front is broken, and I can't sit on it!"

Mo Xian pressed the man's shoulder blades and pinched it hard, and the man gasped. For the convenience of the future, he directly came to kill the chicken and make an example of the monkey, after all, he was a demeritor, although he was withdrawn, but after having one, he didn't care so much.

Now that he has a project and a half-point job as a bodyguard, he really doesn't think much of his degree.

"You!" The man still wanted to resist, but Mo Xian Shen used more force, and finally nodded. Mo Xian Shen let go, but he suddenly made a move. Mo Xian Shen stretched out his hand and clasped it, grabbed his hand and twisted it, screaming miserably.

When class was about to start, Mo Xian Shen directly lifted him up, scaring everyone. The man ignored the eyes of others and shouted for mercy. Under the horrified gaze of everyone, he was just lifted up by Mo Xian Shen and placed next to his seat in the second row.

This made Song Yumeng a little surprised, it turned out that Mo Xian Shen had not used all his strength when he fought with Uncle Wang. This is actually just the result of the immortal power in his body gradually merging with himself with the help of Jiu'er.

The man didn't dare to move, under the care of Mo Xianshen, he was honest.

Song Yumeng sat in a row alone, but not many people wanted to sit in the first row, after all, they could desert and doze off in the back.

What made Song Yumeng smile was that Mo Xian listened and listened, and actually took notes, more serious than himself.

Mo Xian Shen is the master who can't be idle, no matter what his degree is, his knowledge is always his own, and he is a science student, so it is interesting to listen to these economics and management classes.

Song Yumeng likes campus life very much, and walked in the crowd with Moxian Shen after two classes, which attracted many people's attention.

Song Yumeng didn't ask Uncle Wang to drive over, she wanted to walk with Moxian Shen on campus.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"There are some... What do you eat on weekdays? Song Yumeng was very curious.

"I eat in the three canteens, close to the dormitory."

"Then let's go to the third canteen?"

"It's crowded, and it tastes... Hey! Mo Xian Shen gave a look you know.

"You eat it all, why can't I eat it?"

"Okay, swipe my card, anyway, I have to serve your two hundred yuan!"

Song Yumeng was very happy, talking and laughing, and when she came to the cafeteria, she was also stunned, and she was actually lined up in a six-meter-long line, making a lot of noise.

Mo Xian Shen took two dinner plates and followed behind Song Yumeng.

"The aunts here all suffer from epilepsy, and they can shake off the meat accurately in the fried green peppers, which is not amazing!"

Song Yumeng turned his head to look over, and sure enough, he saw an aunt shaking the spoon and sneered. When she arrived at Song Yumeng, she looked at these meals and pointed to five at random, the cafeteria aunt smiled, but Mo Xianshen was a little speechless.

"Sister, don't be less!"

"Can you finish eating?"

"Don't worry, I'm just afraid I won't have enough to eat! I'll come to this, and then one two two and one four two. ”

Song Yumeng looked at Mo Xian Shen habitually pouting, and was amused in his heart.

The two walked around the cafeteria for half a circle and finally found an empty seat.

"You eat so much?" Song Yumeng looked at Mo Xian Shen, and then looked at herself, she actually just wanted to taste it.

"Hehe..."Mo Xian Shen nodded, he was used to it, he ate like this every day.

Song Yumeng looked at Mo Xian Shen eating, and finished planing in two minutes, feeling a little sour in his heart. She tasted two bites of each dish, it was really not delicious, it felt like eating firewood, and it was estimated that the green peppers had not been stained with oil before they got into the pot. However, seeing that Mo Xian Shen ate so deliciously, she also ate two more bites.

"You don't dislike me, do you?" Song Yumeng pushed over the dish he ordered.

"Don't dislike it, don't you eat a plate when you go out to dinner!" Mo Xian Shen was not polite, he actually couldn't see it wasted, he forcibly ate all the dishes, burped, and was a little supportive.

After sending Song Yumeng away, Moxian didn't stay, and went to the copy agency to print the questionnaire with his schoolbag on his back. After all, Party A can tolerate his own private work is already benevolent and righteous, and he understands it in his heart, so he works harder.

"Handsome guy, is it okay to delay you for a few seconds?"

"Beauty... Sister! ”

"Yo, classmate, is it okay to delay you for a few minutes?"

"What's the matter?"

Mo Xian Shen saw that someone had finally stopped, and his heart was happy, and he hurriedly took out a questionnaire.

"Would you like to fill out this questionnaire, please?"

“... Are there really gods in this world? When the young man saw the first question, he returned the questionnaire to Mo Xian Shen, and immediately ran away, "I'll go, neurotic!" ”

Mo Xian sank into the black line of his head, and Jiu'er couldn't help but giggle.

"You don't really want to be sent to the hospital!"

"No scientific mission has stumped me yet!" Mo Xian sat on the side of the road, thinking about how to lay out the questionnaire so that they could accept it.

Mo Xian Shen revised the questionnaire on his mobile phone again, and Jiu'er lay on the questionnaire and looked at the words that appeared on the questionnaire.

"Do you like mythological novels?

Do you know anything about the mythical system of the Six Realms?

...

Do you think gods really exist?

In traditional cultural customs, there are more or less shadows of various gods, what kind of attitude do you think we need to treat?

...”

"Crossing... Xian Shen, yes, turn the question you want to ask into an additional question, at least it won't turn into a neuropathy! ”

"Of course, the title is called "A Study of the Influence of Theological Culture on Contemporary Social Life", and you have to add your academic background and age, as well as the annual salary of your job and the confidentiality clause..."

Mo Xian Shen went to print hundreds of pages, Jiu'er saw it, as long as Mo Xian Shen got to work, he didn't care, and stood directly in the evening at this collection point, his mouth was already a little dry, and he bowed down to thank each interviewee.

"Excuse me for a few minutes, I have a social science research questionnaire here..."

"If there really are immortals, what advice do I want to make to which immortal family... God of Wealth, your uncle! I'm arrogant at the beginning today, just send you to make a fortune, I can't be stupid, and I still have the same color! ”

"I said that the God of Wealth is really not a good thing, if this is the case again, cut off his incense!"

"Isn't it!"

Song Yumeng was puzzled, because she could see the location of Mo Xianshen. However, she is also a little busy, she has come back from abroad, and now she has to learn to manage the company with her parents, although she is curious, she can't take a look at it.

Mo Xian Shen held a bunch of questionnaires and rushed towards the school. Back in the dormitory, he started a form on the computer and entered the data.