Recently, Penglai University has been bustling with activity, like chickens flying and dogs jumping.
It's both troubling and blissful.
Science, oh no, I mean Immortal Technique, differs from religion in that if you refute and defeat them, they won't burn you at the stake; instead, they'll crowd around you, elevate you to the high podium, let you continue speaking, and even mention your name in textbooks.
Over the following ten or so days, Meng Yu intermittently went online and, in sequence, he addressed the remaining four questions one by one using the answers provided by Bai Qianqian, and then he sent them to Zhuge Caihua.
The answers to the questions were good, so even if they seemed incomprehensible at the moment, they still gave off a very mighty feeling.
Of course, Meng Yu also casually raised four questions of his own.
Is the job good?
Is the salary high?
Have you bought a house?
Have you bought a car?
