In fact, according to the proportion of Chongyang Middle School, a small number of students in a school, especially in higher middle schools, have symptoms such as mental depression and mania due to the pressure of the entrance examination every year, which cannot be said to be abnormal.

Although in Su Yin's opinion, there must be something different.

"When it comes to investigation, the relevant parties have naturally also investigated. The local special department has also sent operators and has been undercover in Chongyang Middle School for two consecutive years, but the result is a bit strange."

Jin Yide sat upright, with his front legs straight in front of him, introducing what he learned:

“In terms of teaching, this school is still very formal. Although the competition among students is very fierce, teachers do not advocate over-learning.

The school also often encourages and guides students to relax and relax more, and also organizes various interest groups, so that students have rich spare time.

In terms of strangeness, the Feng Shui of this school was visited by experts. It gathers qi and removes yin, and is a Feng Shui treasure land. Whether it is a worm, a yin ghost or a monster, it cannot exist for a long time in that place.

But it’s strange that the agents sent over lost some of their memories without exception. Most of these memories are concentrated before and after the female students’ mental disorders.”

In other words, with the current cultivation power of China, the problem of Chongyang Middle School cannot be found, but it does have problems, and the problem is quite serious. Even the detectives from special departments have lost their memory.

As soon as he thought about this, Su Yin suddenly felt his heart moving, and he looked at Jin Yide in a slight manner and asked:

"Has Xiang County recently said hello to you and asked you to help investigate this matter?"

"Miss smart." Jin Yide nodded, and his golden tail shook twice behind him:

"Zong Zhengdong brought me a handwritten letter from him a few days ago, inviting me to go to Xiangjun to be a temporary consultant when I have time. Of course, it is not mandatory, whether to go or not."

"Then do you want to go?" Su Yin asked.

She had a little bit of a bad attitude.

Jin Yide was watching her, and her little mouse face looked very solemn: "I'll listen to the lady's arrangement."

Su Yin looked at him for a while and finally understood what he meant.

This is the same as the young girl in ancient times who saw a man who came to propose marriage. If she liked it, it would be "the daughter followed the arrangements of her father and mother." If she was not satisfied, it would be "the daughter wanted to spend more years with her two elders."

Not much of it means that.

Looking closely at the eyes of the Jin Da Yao, he was so bright, dark and watery that he was clearly eager to try.

Yes, after more than a hundred years of living in the mountain, his spiritual intelligence has almost deteriorated. Now he has finally recovered his true nature as a demon. Naturally, he wants to know more about this strange world.

However, Jin Yide did not rashly agree to Zong Zhengdong, but instead came to visit at night and asked Su Yin for instructions. The reason was nothing more than that he still recognized Su Yin as his master.

Although Su Yin's original intention was not like this, there was indeed Su Yin's Tianyuan True Spirit among Jin Yi's Dan Yuan.

Whenever he uses his spiritual power, Su Yin will have a slight sense of sensation.

So, to a certain extent, Su Yin is really the "master" of Jin Da Yao. He was afraid that Su Yin would be alarmed by the time he asked, so he informed him in advance.

The actions of a thousand-year-old monster are indeed very particular.

And this also shows that the weirdness of Liu Shiqi and Chongyang Middle School may have made him smell some opportunity.

Don’t forget that Jin Da Yao is the oldest treasure hunter in the world. Su Yin is ashamed of his perception of treasures of heaven and earth.

Thinking of this, Su Yin bent her eyes and smiled: "You really don't need to ask me, just go if you want to."

The tail behind Jin Yide shook faster, probably because of the instinctive reaction of joy, but his expression remained deep and calm for thousands of years:

"Since the lady is not objecting, then when the autumn season comes, I will arrange a business trip to work, go to Xiangjun for inspection, and be a consultant there."

"Ah? Do you have to wait until autumn?" Su Yin was a little surprised.

This time was a long time, several months later.

Jin Yide's old god is in the authentic way:

"Miss I don't know. Although I have recovered a lot now, if I want to return to my peak, I will have to rest for a few more months.

In addition, I have been to Xiangjun before, where the spring tide is hot in summer, the winter is cold, and it is only one autumn is quite pleasant."

His rat's face showed a look of yearning and said leisurely:

"The red leaves of Xiangjiang River are covered with autumn frost, and the scenery is still quite beautiful."

It is really a capitalist arrangement. It is a travel that can be used to eliminate evil and be reimbursed through public expense channels.

The most important thing is that you are openly greedy and defeating me in front of me, the big boss. Is there no human rights to the boss?

Of course, on the surface, Su Yin still looked as usual and nodded to express "Just be happy."

After saying this, Jin Yide was obviously relaxed a little. Seeing him squatting on the coffee table in a furry manner, Su Yin couldn't help but take out the dried fruit that he had never received last time.

If you can't get masturbated, it's also great to watch the hairy dumplings eat.

This time, Jin Yide did not refuse any more. He pulled his two front paws in the fruit pot for a while, then picked up an almond and started to bite it. Suddenly, he seemed to remember something again and looked up and said:

"There is another thing. The artists' department issued a notice that artists in the idle period of the art and literature club must take thirty hours of performance classes within the company within the first half of the year, otherwise they will not be allowed to take any more acting classes. The performance classes will be taught by the director and teacher."

"Wow", Su Yin stood up all of a sudden, forgot that she was still holding a water cup in her hand. The water in the cup was poured on Luo Zu, who was secretly running over:

"What did you say? Performance class?!"

Su Yin almost roared, her face full of horror.

Isn’t the director of the Artist Department just Gu Ninggu’s big mouth?

With her here, it would be a big horror when taking a performance class. Is it better to be scary than anything weird or weird? Why should I put such an important thing in the end?

Shooting a thriller?

Jin Yide didn't expect her to react so much. He looked at her with a tongue-tied look, loosened his paws and rolled onto the ground by the round almonds gnawed into a round.

Luo Zu rolled on the sofa and wiped away the water stains on his body. The half-opened lid made a sound of "suffering, suffering" as if he was laughing.

The beautiful night of watching baby rats eat nuts is ruined like this.

Jin Yide was politely carried out of the window by Su Yin, with a heavy Luo Zupan hanging around her neck, and a rat and a pair of rats and plates disappeared into the night of the imperial capital.

The next day, Su Yin walked into the door of Tianyuan Group with two dark circles under her eyes.

She mistakenly blamed Jin Yi for it.

When I was about to go to bed last night, Xiao Zhou, an assistant trained at a farm stay outside the suburbs of the imperial capital, hurriedly sent her a letter and told her about the performance class.

It turned out that the company finally decided on this matter before getting off work yesterday, and President Jin also received the first-hand news, so he turned around and notified Su Yin.

Then she took it out of the windowsill.

Recalling that it was walking on the night rain last night, wearing a compass, and flying over the sky of the imperial capital with a forbearance, Su Yin felt very embarrassed.

She came to the door kindly to remind her that she even drove the person away.

I'm so sorry, Rat...uh, Uncle Squirrel.

Su Yin had already decided to stay at the full class, so she would take Luo Zu back first and let Jin Yi be quiet for a few days.

This compass is really provocative, and Su Yin always feels that the Jin Da Yao may not be able to surrender it.

The process of Su Yin entering Tianyuan Group was very smooth, and there was no bloody plot of the receptionist at the door despised the 18th-line mistress.

On the contrary, after checking the computer information, the beautiful receptionist invited Su Yin into the office area with a standard professional smile.

Su Yin officially signed a contract with Gongshang Yiwen Club a few days ago, and her name appeared in the company's internal employee sequence. You can pass the gate without showing your work sign.

Su Yin took the elevator and headed straight to the top floor.

The top floor of Tianyuan Group is a building in the building, which is self-contained. Two floors are lined with various rooms, such as:

Special practice rooms for dance and body shape, vocal practice rooms, instrumental practice rooms, recording studios, cultural classrooms, audio-visual observation rooms and even VR game rooms.

All practice rooms or classrooms are established according to the highest standards, and the internal equipment is also the top level in China and even the world. Among them, the audio set of the recording studio is worth tens of millions.

Tianyuan Group is really rich.

This is a consensus in the entertainment industry.

Originally, there were only the big tycoons in the circle, and the stars were two families, but now a palace merchant with a backer against Tianyuan appeared out of thin air. Everyone was curious about this new company that had emerged.

And now, this curiosity inevitably adds another bit of envy.

The two floors located in the center of the imperial capital are actually just the administrative department of Gongshang Arts and Cultural Society, and the top floor of Tianyuan Group is the incubator for cultivating Gongshang artists.

Such a large investment can be imagined.

However, Su Yin, the big boss behind Tianyuan Group, has no interest in these external things.

She is now sitting in the seat of a primary school student, standing upright in the first row of the audio-visual observation room, her feet are together, her hands are placed on her knees, and she dare not move her toes.

Gu Ninggu lost his temper with a stingy tongue!

Su Yin seemed to have returned to college and felt the fear of being dominated by Gu Da's poisonous tongue again.

"Have you ever seen your expression in the mirror? Have you ever?" Gu Ning's finger almost hit the forehead of the young man named Zhao Yihui.

Su Yin's forehead also hurt a little.

Not only does her forehead hurt, but she doesn't have any place to hurt from inside to outside.

She is so unlucky, really.

She shouldn't have come here to make this morning today.

Isn't it good to delay until the end of May and mix with a bunch of artists who are rushing to class?
To be continued...