In the middle of the night, the painful moans of a young girl and the sound of her asking for water could be heard in the bedroom.
Jing Jiu was reading the mathematical papers of the Science Academy while lying on the chair with his eyes closed. He didn't pay any attention to her voice.
Even if he didn't do anything, he wouldn't take care of her.
He had never taken care of anyone in his life, save for Nan Wang who was too drunk and the severely wounded San Yue. He had only wiped the face of Bai Zao before his ascension.
Zong Lizi staggered out of the door and took out a bottle of water from the refrigerator. She drank a few mouthfuls of it to sober up a bit. "How come you're so drunk? Isn't it rice wine? "
Jing Jiu opened his eyes and said, "The alcohol content is three times that of beer."
Upon hearing this, Zong Lizi was startled, exclaiming, "Such a high alcohol content? No wonder you have a headache. "
As she said this, she sat on the chair and hugged the cushion, taking up a lot of space and squeezing Jing Jiu's feet off the chair.
Jing Jiu wondered why this child was even more domineering than Zhao Layue.
"Hey! I suddenly remembered that I forgot to tell you something important. You're the author. I have to make a statement. "
"Hmm?"
"The twirling rain will pay you a lot of money."
"I have money."
"Don't you want the authorship?"
"If I were the author, would the twirling rain help you get the quota of exchange students?"
Holding the cushion, Zong Lizi said while staring into Jing Jiu's eyes, "In fact, I've been wondering if you really need the quota of exchange students, or if you want to attract the attention of some important figures in the upper echelons so that they can take you back. Otherwise, why did you write it?"
"Why do I have to go to the upper echelons?" asked Jing Jiu.
Thinking of the stories she had imagined over the last few days, Zong Lizi asked nervously, "Is it because you want to take back what belongs to you, like your clan or your company?"
Jing Jiu said while looking at her, "Don't watch it anymore; you'll become stupid."
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Most of the TV shows were not very useful; one would become stupid if they watched them all day long.
The most useless thing was the TV shows; only an idiot would watch them all day long.
In the last few days, Jing Jiu hadn't turned on the TV except during the time when the news was broadcasted. However, he turned on the TV when his mathematical research was interrupted by Zong Lizi and he didn't want to listen to her nonsense.
He thought to himself, I'll take it as a celebration for solving all the physics problems in this world that can be solved.
The screen quickly stabilized. The high-resolution image was almost no different from reality. The only difference was that it was not three-dimensional.
A variety show was being broadcast on the TV. It was held in a huge stadium, and the audience was like a mountain or a sea, intoxicated and crazy.
Jing Jiu took a few glances and estimated that there were more than 116,000 people in the audience. He couldn't help but feel surprised.
Zong Lizi walked out from the toilet. Seeing the scene on the TV, she couldn't help but cry out in surprise, "It's the primary election! I really drank too much! He actually forgot that today is the day of the primaries! "
Each large region and planetary base in the Federation of the Milky Way had a female priest.
The priestess' position was extremely high. It was said that she was responsible for passing down the remains of the ancient civilization.
This year was the year when the female priest of the Stargate would be replaced. The so-called replacement actually meant that the female priest was old and on the verge of death.
The new female priest would select three candidates from all over the planet, and the previous female priest would appoint the candidate.
The grand ceremony was usually held in October, and it was called the Water Sacrifice.
Without a doubt, the selection of the new female priest was the most important event on this planet this year. It had already attracted the attention of countless people since the beginning of the primary election.
It was then that the TV was playing a replay of the primary election in a district on the third level.
Zong Lizi pulled the cushion out from under her buttocks and held it in her bosom, saying excitedly, "The exchange students will stay at the University of Stargate for half a year. We might be able to watch the October Water Sacrifice in person."
She suddenly thought of something, and said dejectedly, "But the tickets must be in high demand. Where can we get them?"
In the next moment, her eyes beamed again. She said to Jing Jiu, "If the Twirling Rain Company uses your tickets, they should be able to help us if we ask them for the tickets."
The young woman's mood had changed three times in a short time. It might be because of the relaxation brought about by the alcohol, but it was mostly because of the attraction of the October Water Sacrifice.
Though Jing Jiu didn't care about the October Water Sacrifice, he thought of something else. He took out a pen and paper from under the tea table and wrote a word on it.
Zong Lizi leaned over to take a look curiously. She found that the word "month" had been added to the word "year" and "robot" on the paper.
"What do you want to find? Don't tell me who I am … "
"What is a year? Why are there twelve months in a year? Why are there three hundred and sixty-five days in a year? Why are there no moon on the other side? "
Hearing these questions from Jing Jiu, Zong Lizi was taken aback, thinking that the history of the human civilization had been recorded in this way since the revival of the civilization. Perhaps it had something to do with the distant ancient civilization.
It was not suitable for her to ponder such a complicated question when she was drunk. She shook her head a little to forget these questions and the three words on the paper, and started watching the TV.
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The first item in the preliminary contest for the selection of female priest was rather old-fashioned, similar to the quiz contest for elementary school students. The questions didn't involve any innovation or divergent thinking, and they didn't require a high IQ either. The most important part was the knowledge of the literature and history.
Staring at the light screen, Zong Lizi would furrow her brows whenever a question popped up, searching for the answer in her mind. Then she would yell out the answer while clenching her fists, or she would say the answer in a low voice, or she would continue to furrow her brows. When the answer came out, she would either jump up happily, or say regretfully that she knew the answer but remembered it wrongly. Or she would look at Jing Jiu with a silly smile and say that she was a science major …
"I know this question!" Before Jing Jiu could respond, she yelled while looking at the next question, "It's the Pingmo Plateau, in the northernmost area of the Main Planet!"
Jing Jiu didn't care about her acting personality after drinking, but he was interested in the contents of the questions. It was probably because this was the selection of the female priest of the Stargate. Many of the questions were about the history of this planet, and they were the knowledge that the regular folks didn't care much about.
Zong Lizi suddenly thought of the seven papers with full marks she had seen the other day. "Do you know all these questions?" she asked uncertainly while looking at Jing Jiu.
Jing Jiu uttered "hmm".
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The questions in the second round were much more difficult. They looked like a game. Some of them required precise manipulation, and some required a calm mind; but the foundation of the questions was the ability to deconstruct and reconstruct the space.
These questions required a high IQ of the candidates, or more precisely, a high level of development of their brains.
Zong Lizi opened her eyes wide. She looked at the dispersing and recombining colors and the hundreds of cups that looked exactly the same, but she couldn't find any clue even after staring at them for a long time.
She was a competitive girl. She didn't give up even though she knew the questions were beyond her ability. She was so nervous that she held her breath.
Yet, Jing Jiu thought the second round was not as interesting as the first one. He lay back on the chair and kicked the chair with his foot, asking her to sit farther away from him. Then he started to study with his eyes closed.
"Can you do it?" Zong Lizi exclaimed incredulously while looking at his expression.
Jing Jiu thought it was so easy that even He Zhan could pass the tests easily, to say nothing of Tong Yan and Que Niang.
Looking at Jing Jiu's face, Zong Lizi suddenly had an absurd idea.
If he disguised himself as a young woman to participate in the selection of the female priest, he might be able to succeed in the end.
As for whether others could see through his disguise … who would doubt such a beautiful person?
It had taken her many days to get used to this face.
Jing Jiu continued reading the collection of theses. Countless symbols and figures drifted in his vision like snowflakes, reminding him of the room in the hidden network and the Shanghai Peak. The hotpot at that time tasted better than the hotpot at the Shenmo Peak. It was not because Gu Qing was careless, but because he had lost his sense of taste.
The humans in this world were weaker than those in Chaotian; it was not because they were lazy or incapable, but because the rules of this world were different.
His physical condition was the same. The strength of his body and the speed he could exert were far inferior to what they had been.
After a long while, he suddenly heard a profanity. He opened his eyes reflexively and looked in that direction.
Standing in front of the TV, Zong Lizi stared at the presenter as if she were looking at an enemy. "It's a shady deal!" she exclaimed while gritting her teeth.
The primary selection in this area of the third level had come to an end, and the three candidates for the final selection had been selected. The girl she liked the most and supported the most had failed to be selected. What else could she say? She didn't need to ask; it would be a shady deal if she asked.
Jing Jiu fixed his gaze on the TV and found that the candidates were quite good-looking, especially the one in the middle.
Even Jing Jiu thought she was good-looking. She would be the most beautiful woman in the human society.
Judging from the wave-like cheers of the audience and the attention of the presenter, the black-haired girl in the middle was indeed the most popular.
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