Searching for someone in northern Myanmar, and you call that earning tuition fees?

"Rumble..."

The last block of ice rolled into the abyss, revealing a brand new path, just wide enough for one person to pass through, before the three of them.

Smoke and dust filled the air, and the world was deathly silent.

Zhuoma slumped to the ground, her filthy braids disheveled, staring blankly at the passage that had been forcibly torn open. She then looked at Su Ming, who was brushing the dust off his clothes, and her body trembled uncontrollably.

It wasn't cold, it was fear.

"The mountain god...he commanded the sun..." she murmured, her voice broken.

Li Changfeng got up from the ground, inspected the gun, and yelled at Zhuoma, "Stop worshipping like that! This is physics! This is science!"

"I don't believe it!" Zhuoma retorted loudly, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, she suddenly got up and rushed to Su Ming's side.

She reached out to help him, but withdrew her hand halfway as if she had been electrocuted.

"No one can command the sun except a Living Buddha! What you have in your bag must be a ritual implement!" Zhuoma looked at the plastic bag with "Education Supermarket" printed on it next to Su Ming's feet, her eyes full of certainty.

Li Changfeng covered his face.

Damn, this is harder than explaining quantum mechanics to her.

Seeing that Su Ming remained silent, Zhuoma assumed she had offended a deity. She stood up straight, hands clasped together, and bowed deeply to Su Ming, her posture devout: "Master...no, Living Buddha! I was blind just now. Please go first, please go first!"

Su Ming frowned, took a step to the side, and dodged her large bow.

"I am a member of the Youth League, not a member of the Communist Party, much less a living Buddha."

Droma nodded repeatedly, her eyes filled with even more admiration: "I understand, I understand. Great masters are all humble. This is what 'manifesting in the physical body' means, right? It must have been hard for you to descend to the mortal realm."

Li Changfeng felt like his blood vessels in his brain were about to burst. One dared to do it, the other dared to believe it. What's wrong with this world?

Su Ming was too lazy to explain any further and took the lead into the narrow passage.

Inside the passage, the ice walls were steep and the air was bitterly cold.

Zhuoma followed closely behind, step by step. She should have been able to walk on flat ground in this terrain, but she was being very careful, glancing back every now and then at Su Ming, who was panting from lack of oxygen, her eyes full of concern.

"Divine messenger, shall I carry you on my back? Gods don't need to walk."

Su Ming waved his hand, took out the last piece of chocolate from his pocket and popped it into his mouth to replenish his energy: "No need. Also, don't call me Divine Messenger. Call me Su Ming, or... college student."

"Yes, Your Excellency, University Student Divine Messenger." Zhuoma nodded repeatedly, her face full of piety.

Li Changfeng, walking at the back, listened to their conversation and felt as if he had stumbled into a large-scale magical realism film set. He couldn't help but complain, "Hey Zhuoma, can you wake up? He's just a bright student, not some…"

Before she could finish speaking, Zhuoma suddenly turned around, her eyes fierce like a mother wolf protecting her cubs.

"Shut up! This is a miracle! He's the messenger of the mountain god! If you dare disrespect the divine messenger again, I'll throw you down to feed the wolves!"

Li Changfeng turned his head away in anguish, deciding to respect the fate of others and give up his personal struggle.

Forget it, I can't afford to mess with them. One's a charlatan, the other's a believer, and I'm the only normal person.

Li Changfeng brought up the rear, his gun steadily pointed at the way they had come. He quickened his pace to catch up with Su Ming, keeping a watchful eye on the distant mountain ridge while lowering his voice, "You're something else, kid, developing followers right here on the snowy mountain. When we get back after this mission, should I apply for a religious subsidy for you? Seriously though, do you still have any of those 'physics lesson' teaching aids in stock? Those bastards back there are definitely not done yet."

Su Ming stopped, took off the canvas bag from his back, and rummaged through the huge plastic bag.

It's empty.

The lollipops were gone, the popping candy was given away, and even the small mirror was used as a "magic weapon".

Apart from a few candy wrappers, only one thing fell out.

A roll of white kite string.