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For the monks of the Gate faction, Song Shuhang joined the Gate faction at the same age as a ninety-year-old who was blind and half footed into a coffin, suddenly going to elementary school. Even if the old man enters school through all kinds of relationships, how much can he learn? What can you accomplish? He doesn't even have a future -- who knows if the 90-year-old will die tomorrow?

Even if Song Shuhang succeeds in building the foundation, in the future he will consume more time and resources than those four or five year olds who built the foundation.

On one side are talented disciples who will advance quickly, consume less resources, and have an unlimited future.

On one side is Song Shuhang, which is difficult to advance in the future, consumes a lot of resources and has a poor future.

As long as the top members of the Gate Party have no brains, they will not waste too much time, teacher energy and precious cultivation resources on Song Shuhang.

And introducing Song Shuhang to the Ganpai's Jiuzhou Qun Daoyou, even if he can take care of Song Shuhang once in the Ganpai, he can't take care of Song Shuhang I!

The copper gossip fairy had nothing to say. He didn't think as much as the northern river scattered people. He just thought of the difficulty of scattering. He didn't think that the doorpiece was any better for Song Shuhang.

“Therefore, the gate pie is good, and the bulk repair is just fine, which is not much different for Song Shuhang. In that case, it was best left to him to make his own choice. You can't blame anyone for choosing, even if it's wrong.” The North River is scattered.

As seniors of bulk repair, all they can do is try to help Song Shuhang when needed.

Jiangnan University City, Dormitory.

Song Shuhang leaned against the chair and looked at a sealed cup next to the computer desk, filled with the rest of the quenching fluid. These quenching fluids, taken together with the pharmacist-taught foundational meditation gates and boxing techniques, can better achieve their efficacy.

At this time, a loud sound of music rang, his cell phone ringing.

Song Shuhang pressed the answer button and Tubo's voice came: "Book Hang, are your two big boxes ready? Come to us if you like. Yang De's house is set! You take a look at it, and then our brothers go out and rub it. ”

“Okay, I'll be right there. Send me the address.” Song Shuhang returned.

“Text you.” Tubor hung up.

After the call, Song Shuhang dropped his phone and looked out of the balcony through the window.

Perhaps he also needs to rent a house off campus like Yang De.

You don't have to live outside, but if you want to refine the alchemy once in a while, or if you want to practice later, you can have a place where people don't bother you.

“If you want to rent a house outside, why don't you do some part-time work?” Song Shuhang is just an ordinary student. There is no computer technology like Li Yangde. I'm afraid there is only part-time job to make money.

By the way, how do seniors in the Kyushu-1 group make money? They're not isolated. They need money in their daily lives, right? At least pay for the electricity, the internet, whatever.

Tubor texted me the address while I was thinking about it.

Room 602, Building 221D, Daiji Street.

This is a neighborhood very close to University City.

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“Nice location and close to school. Yang De found a good spot.” Song Shuhang looked at the mobile map and proceeded against the address sent by Tubo.

Daji neighborhood is an old residential neighborhood, because it was previously built unplanned, house styles vary in size, small alleys are staggered, and it looks a little messy in the distance.

“This location should save you a lot of time by copying shortcuts.” To think of it, Song Shuhang drilled into the alley and flexibly shaped fish traveled through the alley.

These remote alleys used to be a gathering place for the bad guys in school.

Speaking of the bad guys, I have to mention the bad guys that were exterminated two days ago.

Those poor people who were beaten up for seconds and couldn't even recognize their mother, finally woke up after two days and two nights of unconsciousness.

Afterwards, members of the school's Department of Public Information asked them about the coma.

But strangely, none of these bad guys can recall what happened. Their memories are missing that part of the day, and they don't even know why they're in the hospital. In their memory, the last second they smoked in the alley, pretended to be forced, and the next second they woke up in the hospital, everyone was confused.

The hospital, for its part, could not fully detect the cause and could only assume that it was a collective amnesia, which could only be done.

This has become one of the new ‘incredible events' in Gangnam University City.

“Obviously, their memories have been touched.” Song Shuhang said secretly in his heart.

If it's just one or two people with blurred memories, it could also be because they were hit in the head, causing them to lose their memory. But the 890 people, a vague memory, all lost their memories of that day in a crowd of seconds, there is no such coincidence in the world.

Blessed by the bad crowd seconds, the recent pile of bad people in the deep alley near the University City has converged a lot - the alley was originally a gathering place for bad people. In the past, these alleys were filled with bad conditions, and the number had dropped dramatically in the past few days.

And with that, the neighborhood was much safer.

It says, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Oh, no, fuck it, fuck it.

Song Shuhang only remembered the word bad in his mind. Soon, a bunch of smoking bad people appeared right in front of him.

A total of seven people, each with long hair and dyed colors. Earrings, spikes, nose rings, everything. With a cigarette butt in my mouth, it was almost engraved on my forehead: I was in a period of youth rebellion, I was bad.

The seven bad targets are naturally not Song Shuhang's tall, big man. Even the bad guys rarely mess with Song Shuhang, a seemingly capable student.

The bad guys smiled and surrounded a young girl. One of them, about one metre 72, was pushing a teenage girl to the wall in the form of a bang.

“Beauty, isn't it lonely to be here alone? Want to have some fun with our brothers? ”

“Free play, all kinds of fun. ”

“It will be very comfortable. ”

“A few brothers will play with you. ”

“There's a nice little shop right next door. It's not far away. Oh, Bag, you want to play again. ”

All kinds of tricks, all kinds of tricks.

Song Shuwang looked at the girl who had been knocked over by the wall.

About 1 m 5 tall, short hair, but still beautiful complexion. Because of their small stature, they look like they're just high school students. Perhaps the actual age will be slightly older.

Cute, beautiful girl, alone in the alley, it's not right not to cause these defects. So, girls don't go to sparsely populated places alone.

At this time, the girl's eyebrows wrinkled and her face showed a clear disgusting expression.

Even the disgusting look on her petite face is cute.

“Yo, even if I'm angry, it's cute, let my brother love you so much, okay?” The front wall slammed the girl's blonde bad mouth revealing a presidential evil smile, one hand against the wall, the other hand trying to touch the girl's face.

Song Shuhang sighed, he really couldn't watch.

He pinched his fist and stepped forward.

Song Shuhang's speed was somewhat out of control because it had just been strengthened by quenching fluid. A little harder, and then a little 'thump’ jumped out.

The young girl's bad taste only felt her eyes blossom. Then, Song Shuhang suddenly appeared beside them, clearly still seven or eight meters behind her.

Only Song Shuhang's big hand detected, five fingers open, broad palm grabbed the blonde bad back brain.

Blonde hair defective height was about 1 meters, 72 meters, Song Shuhang was only slightly higher than him.

“Hey... can't you see that the girl is not happy to play with you?” Song Shu sailor pushed a little hard, actually grabbed his head to lift the blonde hair.

Shh! Song Shuhang himself was frightened. He knew that he had been strengthened with quenching fluid and his strength had increased a lot. But I didn't think it would be as easy to carry a hundred kilos of human beings as a wooden stick.