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

The helicopter slowly landed on the helipad of the temporary border post.

The snow dust kicked up by the propeller hadn't yet dissipated when the hatch opened.

Li Changfeng was the first to jump down. His feet landed firmly on the ground, and he even had an urge to kiss the earth.

Once Su Ming and the national treasure are properly handed over, this mission that will shorten my lifespan will be completely over.

Su Ming jumped off the plane with the empty canvas bag on his back.

Zhuoma followed closely behind.

As soon as she landed, the girl suddenly straightened her dirty Tibetan robe and looked solemn.

She faced Su Ming, her knees buckled, and she knelt down in the snow with a "plop".

The movements were perfect, and the whole body was in a prostration.

"Divine messenger!"

Zhuoma has a loud voice, and her shout was full of energy, echoing across the empty tarmac.

The soldiers on guard and ground crew around them suddenly stopped moving.

Dozens of eyes turned to look at them.

His eyes held a mixture of doubt, shock, and a hint of undisguised gossip.

Li Changfeng's leg, which had just taken a step, froze in mid-air.

He covered his face in anguish.

This is a border outpost, the garrison of the disciplined forces.

It was not the site of a large-scale feudal superstitious activity.

A second lieutenant platoon leader walked over, his salute halfway up. He looked at Zhuoma kneeling on the ground, then at Su Ming, who had a calm expression, and finally at Li Changfeng.

The platoon leader's expression was complicated: "Sir, this...do we need to report to the political commissar?"

Li Changfeng took a deep breath, wishing he could immediately climb back into the helicopter and take off.

"What are you reporting? Didn't you see it was the local guide expressing his simple, honest ethnic feelings? Don't make a fuss, just stay alert!"

"Commander, our local customs... there's this kind of thing?" The platoon leader lowered his voice, his lips twitching involuntarily.

Zhuoma raised her head, her face full of piety: "Divine messenger, you have subdued the demon! The snow mountain will forever remember your thunderous voice!"

Several young soldiers began to whisper among themselves.

"Did you hear that? Thunder Sound?"

"That student-looking guy, could he be a junior Taoist priest coming down from a temple to experience life here?"

"Don't talk nonsense, spirits are not allowed after the founding of the People's Republic of China."

Li Changfeng felt his blood pressure rising again. He was too lazy to explain what "Thunder Sound" was, and even less willing to explain why the so-called "demon" was dealt with by a bag of salt and an iron box.

That's so embarrassing.

No one would believe it if I told them.

Su Ming looked at Zhuoma kneeling on the ground and sighed.

He reached out and grabbed Zhuoma's arm, lifting her up from the snow with a little force.

"Alright." Su Ming patted the snow off Zhuoma's sleeve. "Stop with this feudal superstition. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, we're not allowed to have spirits or create gods."

Zhuoma's eyes widened: "But your Flying Heaven move..."

"That's aerodynamics."

"That spot of light..."

That's optical reflection.

"That salt..."

"That's because sodium chloride dissolves endothermally."

Su Ming interrupted her, his tone calm: "Go back and read more books, watch less mythological dramas. Knowledge is power, not divine power."

Zhuoma stared blankly at Su Ming.

A few seconds later, her eyes became even more fervent.

She turned to the warriors and shouted, "Did you hear that?! The messenger of the gods said this is 'science'! This is great wisdom! The messenger of the gods is testing our understanding!"

Li Changfeng pressed his throbbing temples hard. He gave up on communication and just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he wouldn't know where to begin writing his report back.

"Where's the vehicle?!" Li Changfeng roared at the platoon leader. "Where's the vehicle that took us away?!"

The platoon leader was startled by the shout and almost stood at attention to salute. He quickly pointed to a Dongfeng Mengshi off-road vehicle not far away: "Reporting, sir! The vehicle is over there! Ready to go at any time!"

Li Changfeng grabbed Su Ming's arm and dragged him towards the car, waving at Zhuoma as he did so: "Alright, girl, you should go home now, don't bother seeing me off!"

If he sent any more, he was afraid that Zhuoma would build a shrine for him on the spot.

Su Ming was shoved into the back seat.

Li Changfeng scrambled into the passenger seat as if fleeing for his life and slammed the door shut.

"Drive! Drive now! I'm going to die from exhaustion if I wait another minute!" Li Changfeng urged the driver.

The driver stepped on the gas, and the SUV roared out of the outpost.

Outside the car window, Zhuoma was still waving vigorously.

She shouted her final farewell at the taillights of the departing car:

"Mountain God! Next time, bring even more powerful magical artifacts! The snowy mountains welcome you!"

Li Changfeng pressed his head against the car window, letting out a desperate groan.

"Still playing? Play my ass."

Su Ming sat in the back seat, took the IOU out of his pocket, looked at it, and put it away with satisfaction.

"This girl is quite honest," Su Ming commented. "If you need a guide next time, you can ask her."

Li Changfeng whirled around, his eyes bloodshot: "There won't be a next time! Su Ming, I'm warning you, this is the last time! Even if I have to guard the reservoir, I'll never go on a mission with you again!"

Su Ming calmly said, "Director Li, do you know why the more you worry about failing a course, the more likely you are to fail? I think your current mindset is a bit dangerous."

The off-road vehicle drove onto the winding mountain road.

The snow-capped mountains were left behind.

Su Ming stared at the receding scenery outside the window, his gaze gradually becoming vacant.

"Director Li."

"what?"

"I want to eat braised pork, the kind from the second floor of the school cafeteria."

Eat! Eat ten pounds! You'll stuff yourself to death!

Li Changfeng cursed and swore, but still took out his phone.

"Hey? This is Li Changfeng. Make arrangements. I'm going back to Jiangnan University tonight. Oh, and I also need a serving of braised pork, no matter if it's past dinner time, tell the chef to start cooking. Bye."

Su Ming sank into the soft back seat and closed his eyes.

Whether it's a divine messenger or a secret agent, nothing compares to a bowl of meat in the cafeteria.

This is his true, down-to-earth side.