With the matters of the Eighteenth Team concluded, Jiang Lin finally had time to attend to things outside of work.
For instance, treating the Xu Shuzi family to a meal.
Besides a special local product for each person, he also slipped Xu Guzi a few other good treasures he'd acquired from other halls.
"What you gave him last time was enough. You don't need to," Xu Shuzi pushed back the items before they were even handed over.
"Keep them for yourself."
Jiang Lin: "Having a few more on you will be useful at critical moments."
Xu Shuzi: "He won't be able to use all that you're giving him. Besides, his job isn't dangerous; he just farms and transports grain or something."
"..."
Jiang Lin couldn't win the argument.
After thinking for a moment, he uttered a phrase commonly used during holidays and festivals:
"It's not for you, it's for the child. Why are you refusing?"
Xu Shuzi: "..."
Xu Shuzi glanced at him, then snatched the items and handed them to Xu Guzi, who dared not interject.
"Alright, Guzi is practically your godson anyway. When you're old, he can support you."
Jiang Lin paused, "Will I even live to see his filial piety?"
With his mid-stage Ghost King realm strength, by the time he grew old...
How many years would that be?
"Hahahaha..."
Xu Shuzi couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Finally, as usual, he patted Jiang Lin's shoulder, "Brother, thanks a lot."
"Thanks for what? It's for the child," Jiang Lin replied.
Xu Guzi quickly added, "Thank you, Uncle Jiang!"
...
Besides the meal,
Jiang Lin also thoroughly settled the matter of the "Slacker Ghost Domain."
The netizen who had contributed to the Slacker Ghost Domain previously wanted to exchange their reward for a chance to send a dream.
However, in the past few days, the paper effigies Jiang Lin had dispatched had not received any news from that netizen's ancestor.
He had even encountered Qin Zhouzhou from the intelligence team and asked about it.
Qin Zhouzhou closed her eyes in thought, then said,
"His ancestors are no longer in the underworld. The last ancestor also reincarnated two years ago."
Speaking of the ancestor who reincarnated two years ago, he had previously worked at the Ghost Artifact Workshop, seemingly as a technical employee.
This was one of the reasons she had noticed.
Finally, Qin Zhouzhou added, "Let's grab hot pot together sometime."
Then she hurried away.
It seemed she was still on some mission.
If even the captain of the intelligence team said so, then it was likely impossible to find them.
Jiang Lin recalled his dispatched paper effigies and informed the netizen about it during the live stream.
Upon hearing the news, the netizen sighed.
[The ancestor left behind a problem, and we are powerless; we haven't been able to solve it yet...]
[Since we can't find them, we'll leave it for future generations to decipher.]
[Thank you, Streamer.]
The golden bullet comment remained on the screen, very conspicuous.
Jiang Lin glanced at it and didn't let the netizen leave empty-handed, "Dream-sending is not possible. You can choose two ghost artifacts instead."
It seemed he hadn't expected to receive any compensation, as the golden bullet comment appeared after a considerable delay.
[Then I'll take a paper figurine and a defensive ghost artifact.]
The paper effigies from the North Hall, walking hand in hand, could fly, jump, and even spin.
They exuded a chilling cuteness, and within their cuteness lay geometric beauty.
They had left a deep impression on him.
His children also liked them quite a bit.
"Alright."
Under the envious gazes of many netizens,
Jiang Lin selected a highly mobile paper figurine and a ghost artifact from the West Hall, which contained a small defensive formation.
He then sent them through the system's live stream.
[Thank you, Streamer!]
Thus, for Jiang Lin,
the follow-up to the Slacker Ghost Domain was finally concluded.
But for the netizens who received compensation...
The follow-up to the Slacker Ghost Domain had just begun.
...
...
At this moment in the human world, it was already September.
Amidst the pleasant scent of osmanthus, universities welcomed waves of new students.
Jiang Ziwei, dragging a suitcase and wearing a black backpack, stood at the university entrance.
He was dressed in a loose white shirt, five-point shorts, and sports shoes.
The surroundings were bustling with numerous new and returning students.
There were seniors and juniors in uniforms from telecommunication companies: "Classmate, want to get a SIM card?"
There were also parents sending their children: "You go in first, I'll buy you toiletries."
"Classmate, are you here to register alone?"
Jiang Ziwei walked forward a bit, and a senior student asked.
Jiang Ziwei looked up at her, his hand in his pocket touching the cardholder within.
"Yes."
"Then you must be a junior," the senior student greeted him enthusiastically.
"Come here to fill in your information."
"Oh, right, what's your name, junior?"
"Jiang Ziwei. Jiang from Jiang Ziya, Zi from Jiang Ziya, Wei from Jiang Ziwei."
"Ah? Oh, oh, Jiang Ziwei, right?"
The senior student was momentarily stunned, then handed him the form.
Jiang Ziwei picked up the pen, filled it out quickly, and submitted the required documents.
Before leaving, he pulled the senior student's hand and drew on it with his pen.
"Senior, I observe your recent fortune is a bit low. Don't wash your hands today."
"Huh? Huh?"
His movements were too quick. By the time the senior student reacted,
Her first thought was: Are junior students this proactive these days?
Her second thought was: Has her charm increased?
When she raised her hand to look, she found not a WeChat ID or a phone number.
But rather...
A scribbled symbol.
Completely indecipherable.
The senior student frowned, "What is this...?"
"But, Jiang Ziwei? It sounds familiar?"
...
A moment later, a senior student who had volunteered to welcome new students approached.
He took the registration form and casually asked, "How many haven't arrived yet?"
His gaze swept over the form.
Suddenly, he exclaimed, "Huh?" his expression becoming slightly excited.
"The 'Academic God' has already been here? You saw him? What did he look like?"
The senior student looked up, confused, "? What Academic God? There was a strangely handsome guy though..."
"Jiang Ziwei! Jiang Ziwei!"
The senior student's voice involuntarily grew louder, "He was specially recruited by the school!"
"Eh? Eh? Eh?!"
The senior student thought for a moment, then a flash of inspiration struck her.
"I know! Is he that big shot who taught the slackers in the live stream?"
"He's actually come to our school?!"
She wasn't too sure about academic gods or top students.
But if it was something related to the live stream, she would know it clearly!
If that junior student hadn't confused her with his self-introduction just now, she would have realized it immediately.
She remembered...
Didn't that big shot ask for a 'stick figure' as compensation?
The senior student looked at her palm, feeling a bit chilled.
Did 'stick figures' draw talismans??
Or was that big shot some kind of Taoist master?!
The senior student became excited, then dejected.
Why didn't he leave a phone number?!
...