Sima Jiu has an immature dream.

He dreams of becoming the chief of staff who can dominate the world.

Plan and win thousands of miles away.

However, this dream seems to be becoming more and more out of reach.

At least, this is true for Sima Jiu, who scored 59 points in each subject.

59 points mean the name of learning the history department, and it is not a false saying.

59 points means that his dream will become a real dream.

......

"Why did God treat me so unfairly!"

In front of the computer, Sima Jiu stared at the screen with thoughts.

It took a long time before he closed his eyes without expectation.

I don’t know how long it took, but when he opened his eyes again, what appeared before him was a different scene.

“Huh?”

"The sky is as clear as a blue sky, pure and thorough, and there is no floating cloud."

"What's going on?"

"Aren't I checking my grades?"

"Are you all dreams just now?"

Sima Jiu hurriedly bit his lower lip and felt a little glad.

"It's true that you can feel pain."

"That was probably a dream just now, and I got 59 points in each subject."

"I just said that, I am a famous history department in the School of Arts and Sciences. No matter how bad I am, I will not..."

"etc?"

"I seem to be lying on the ground? There seem to be some grass and branches behind me, making my back uncomfortable."

Just as Sima Jiu was puzzled, a black face suddenly came to him, and the two of them stared at each other with big eyes and glanced at each other.

After a moment, the man greeted with concern: "Brother Jiu, you are awake!"

Embarrassing, too embarrassing!

Sima Jiu had never been so close to strangers, and in an instant, he suddenly stood up.

Perhaps the movement was too exaggerated, and a severe pain suddenly came from the forehead and elbows.

"Thank God, Brother Jiu, you finally woke up!"

"Captain, let's run away quickly! If they catch up with it, it will be troublesome."

Sima Jiu curiously inquired about the three boys in front of him, looking confused.

They seem to be fourteen or fifteen years old, very thin, really thin.

Just like a poor little worker who was squeezed out by an unscrupulous businessman, he was skinny and malnourished.

The three teenagers wore trousers, two armors, and held a horizontal sword about one meter long. Their face was still vaguely visible.

When Sima Jiu was about to rub his elbows, he realized that his outfit seemed to be the same as them, and there was a horizontal knife around his waist.

Sima Jiu looked puzzled.

"Who is Brother Jiu? Who is the sergeant? Who are you?"

"Why do we run?"

"Is this filming?"

The three teenagers looked stunned.

Sima Jiu saw that everyone was stunned and looked surprised, and knew that he could not find the result.

Immediately, he inspected left and right, and unexpectedly found no photography equipment or staff.

"It's weird, don't you need a crew to film now?"

"Crew! I'm looking for the crew, what's going on? Why am I here?"

A thin boy hurried forward and reached out to cover Sima Jiu's mouth.

"Brother Jiu, stop shouting, it will attract pursuers."

The boy's hands were very rough, which seemed to not fit his age. The key was that the strange smell on his hands made Sima Jiu feel particularly uncomfortable.

The smell of soil, the smell of sweat, and even a trace of blood are mixed with, which is disgusting.

Sima Jiu wanted to break free, but when the other two boys saw this, they rushed forward without hesitation and held Sima Jiu firmly, making him unable to move.

After three years of college life, Sima Jiu has been practicing both literary and sports. He has always loved sports and his body has become more and more vigorous.

Not long ago, he bare hands and with one force, he defeated five bad social youths and staged a heroic feat of saving beauty.

However, at this time, I could not get rid of the three thin boys.

The huge gap made Sima Jiu a little unacceptable.

"Shame! When did I become so weak?"

Soon after, Sima Jiu, who was futile, wisely gave up his struggle.

He nodded slightly at the thin young man, his eyes full of compromise.

Only then did the three teenagers let Sima Jiu go skeptical.

"What kind of scene are you shooting?"

"A costume drama?"

The thin boy inquired about Sima Jiu, then reached out to explore Sima Jiu's forehead. After confirming that Sima Jiu was not missing his arms and legs and showed no sign of fever, he said in amazement: "Brother Jiu, what's wrong with you? Say something we don't understand?"

Sima Jiu said in surprise: "Brother Jiu? Are you referring to me?"

"Yes! Brother Jiu."

"What's wrong with you? Just now, in order to avoid the pursuers, I just ran a little faster and fell down."

The thin boy said in disbelief: "This...this isn't going to be a fool, right?"

Sima Jiu retorted unhappily: "You are a fool!"

Then, Sima Jiu's attitude made a 360-degree turn and asked with a smile: "By the way, brother, how are you treated here? Are you still recruiting supporting roles?"

"If it really doesn't work, can you do it?"

The thin boy had a weird look and a confused look, as if he couldn't understand Sima Jiu's words at all.

"Forget it, no matter how much you have, it's important to escape. If you are caught up by those plague gods, it will be troublesome."

"Plague God? What kind of God is it?"

"call out!"

"ah!"

After a young man let out a loud noise, he fell to the ground with no movement.

Seeing this, the thin boy immediately turned around, held a knife in a defensive position, staring at the two cavalry not far away.

The two cavalrymen stopped by drinking horses, without rushing to attack, but were like experienced hunters, posing bows and arrows, ready to shoot at their easy-to-get prey.

Sima Jiu stared at the lying boy in disbelief.

An arrow penetrated the boy's head, and blood was flowing on the arrow.

"This...this acting is also...so realistic!"

Then, Sima Jiu curiously reached out to the boy's nostril to explore the energy.

"I acted well, but I couldn't feel any breath?"

"Good actor, I think how long can you hold it in?"

A minute later, Sima Jiu still felt no breath.

"Oh my god! Is this?"

"It's really dead!"

"This is not acting!"

"Acting will not kill people. Even if it is dead, it is definitely an accident. But...but his death is completely incompatible with the accident."

"This is clearly abusive killing!"

"Not acting? Could it be that I have traveled through time?"
To be continued...