Rebirth in the Urban World: I Am the Immortal King

Looking at the bustling reception desk of the Department of Human Studies, with all the heads visible at first glance, he almost turned around and left.

"Ahem..." Ji Wufeng coughed a few times, attracting the attention of the guy who was playing on his mobile phone.

The man was wearing a pair of glasses, and he was looking at Ji Wufeng with squinted eyes at such a close distance. He stared at the phone and asked, "What are you doing?"

Ji Wufeng suddenly felt depressed. The other party was obviously responsible for the reception. Of course the people who came here were here to report. Could it be that they came to talk to you?

The short-sighted man looked at it blankly and sighed: "I'm here to report. Alas, another guy jumped into the fire pit."

Yan Xiaoyu, who has extraordinary hearing, couldn't help but asked strangely: "Senior brother, what do you mean by this?" ??

"I think you must have seen too many ghosts before you came to the archeology department, right?" Myopia asked.

Ji Wufeng was speechless for a while, but there was indeed news on the Internet that many people applied to the Department of Archeology because they watched Tomb Robbers.

Myopic eyes looked around and whispered: "Let me tell you, those are all bluffs, you know? But it's too late for you to regret it now."

"Senior brother, why should I regret it?" Ji Wufeng asked.

"Did you know that our Archeology Department has the smallest number of people, and the total number of people in this class is less than fifty." Myopia said.

Ji Wufeng knew that the people in the archeology department were very good, but he did not expect that there would be so few people. There were not even fifty people in this class.

"It doesn't matter if there are fewer people." Ji Wufeng said.

"Of course there is nothing to lose if we don't have a lot of people. It's just like in a football match or something. We can't even get a team together. As a result, our resources are pitiful and we are at the bottom of everything we do."

Indeed, because there are too few people, it is inevitable that it will be easily ignored and there will be no sense of existence.

The short-sighted man smiled bitterly again and said: "More importantly, there are fewer girls studying archeology, not even ten to one, and the monks have less meat. Don't you think this has delayed our life-long events?"

Myopic eyes suddenly fell asleep next to me after talking.

The guy slapped him hard and shouted loudly: "Wake up, someone is here to report. Damn it, the new shoes I just bought are wet again. I'm going to punch your lungs out!"

After the sleeping guy was pushed awake, he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and said in a daze: "Don't fool me. All the people in our archeology department have come to report this morning. Will there be ghosts coming?"

But when he saw Yan Xiaoyu, he couldn't help but murmured: "Is there really someone here? Come and fill out this registration form."

After Ji Wufeng filled out the form, the guy looked at the form. After thinking about it for a while, he said, "Ji Wufeng? This name is very familiar."

Ji Wufeng's face darkened. Damn it, do you think you are a scumbag again? Now he is famous.

"Damn it, isn't Ji Wufeng this year's provincial champion and second in the national college entrance examination?"

Myopia was startled, and then he warmly stretched out his hand to hold Ji Wufeng and said, "Junior brother, I didn't expect you to come to our archeology department. Hahaha, this time we can show our faces."

Ji Wufeng let out a long breath and said, "Luck is just luck, not worth mentioning."

At this moment, Myopia suddenly stared behind Ji Wufeng with his mouth wide open.

Ji Wufeng turned around and was stunned when he saw a girl with a smile on her face: "Senior brother, please register for me."

The girl walked up to me, handed a registration form to myopia, and said, "Brother, please help me level up!"

The voice was very soft, but it was very pleasant and penetrating, and the bright hair exuded this black light.

With a pair of big, smart eyes and almost flawless cheeks, she looks like a cartoon fairy coming out of an anime.

But it's a pity that the girl's face is pale and sickly, which is even more disturbing.

What is hard to accept is that, like Nalan Tianxin, she has atrophied legs and can only walk in a wheelchair.

However, when he faced Nalan Tianxin, he only felt regret in his heart, but when he faced this girl, he felt trembling in his heart and felt a heartbreaking pain.

He was sure that this was the first time he saw this girl, but he felt that the girl was like a close relative he had never met before, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

Although the girl's appearance was stunning, after seeing her incomplete legs, my short-sighted eyes couldn't help but feel regretful. She took out a registration form and said, "Junior sister, please fill out this form."

After the girl filled out the registration form and handed it in, her short-sighted eyes were confused again, and she murmured: "Ji...Ji Qingchen?"

Ji Wufeng was also full of surprise. He remembered this name, the top scorer in this year's national college entrance examination.

Ji Qingchen stretched out his hand towards Ji Wufeng and said politely: "Hello, my name is Ji Qingchen. We will be classmates in the future. Please take good care of me."

"Hello, my name is Ji Wufeng!" Ji Wufeng also stretched out his hand.

Ji Qingchen immediately laughed and said, "I didn't expect you to be Ji Wufeng. It seems that the two of us are really destined."

One of them is No. 1 in the country, and the other is No. 2 in the country. They have never met each other, but they both know each other's names.

"Yes, I am indeed very destined." Ji Wufeng also laughed.

Facing Ji Qingchen's smile, he felt an indescribable feeling of intimacy and couldn't help but want to get close to her.

"Where do you want to go?" Ji Wufeng asked.

"I want to walk around. It's my first time coming to school and I want to get familiar with it." Ji Qingchen said.

"Shall I accompany you?" Ji Wufeng blurted out.

After saying that, he regretted that it was too abrupt to accompany someone when they first met.

Unexpectedly, Ji Qingchen said without hesitation: "Okay!"

After that, both of them were stunned, and then they both laughed unconsciously. Ji Wufeng pushed Ji Qingchen's wheelchair forward slowly.

The short-sighted man behind him finally regained his composure and murmured: "It's really a ghost. It's abnormal enough that this year's top picks and second picks all come to our school, but they all come to our archeology department."

Ji Wufeng just pushed Ji Qingchen and walked along the artificial river on the campus, looking at the flowers and plants, listening to the birds chirping in the trees, and no one said anything.

But Ji Wufeng felt very comfortable, and similarly, Ji Qingchen seemed to enjoy this feeling very much.

Feeling like old friends at first sight, this must be the case, right?

At this moment, a group of strong men in training uniforms came over menacingly, surrounded Ji Wufeng and asked, "Are you Ji Wufeng?"

"Is something wrong?" Ji Wufeng frowned, obviously unhappy at being disturbed.

The leading boy looked at Ji Qingchen who was next to Ji Wufeng and was immediately surprised, but at the same time he became even more angry and said in a cold voice: "He is indeed a scumbag who hooked up with another girl so quickly."

"If you just came to tell me this nonsense, you can get out now." Ji Wufeng said coldly.

"As expected, I could have spared you once as long as you swore not to see Qingwu again, but now I feel that there is no need to be so polite."

Fang Tianhua said ferociously: "Remember, I am Fang Tianhua from the martial arts club. Don't get beaten without knowing who did it."

Ji Wufeng was depressed. Beauty was really a curse. Because of Yang Qingwu, two groups of people had already come to trouble him.

"Suffer death!"

Fang Tianhua suddenly jumped up, like a leopard pounced on Ji Wufeng, punched out, causing a strong wind.

Ji Wufeng turned sideways to avoid Fang Tianhua's punch, but the strong wind from his fist blew Ji Qingchen's hat behind Ji Wufeng to the ground.