I am cannon fodder, but I can hug thighs

Lin Jin knew that this was indeed a solution, but the rumors about Yin Fushu had already spread. Not to mention killing the wild monk, even if he killed all the people behind the scenes to prove Yin Fushu's innocence, there would still be people who continued to doubt Yin Fushu.

"How important is Master Xianglian?" Lin Jin pursed her lips slightly. The people believed in the legends of ghosts and gods, so they could only let a more influential and enlightened person to clear Yin Fushu's name, otherwise the fate of the demon star would always follow Yin Fushu.

"Master Xianglian? If he is willing to come forward, his persuasiveness will naturally be more credible than that of any wild monk. But how could Master Xianglian come forward for her? Master Xianglian will not interfere in such trivial matters." Fang Yuzhu was a little helpless. She had thought of this method, but the more respected a person is, the more he would cherish his reputation. It is impossible for him to lie for an irrelevant person.

"He will. Yin Fushu's matter is no trivial matter." Her words were enough for Lin Jin. She was not sure about the others, but Xianglian would definitely take care of it. It was impossible for her to just watch Wenquxing being slandered. Judging from the many times she had met Xianglian, Xianglian cared a lot about these four divine stars.

Fang Yuzhu's expression slightly changed: "Do you know Yin Fushu's background?"

"People outside are saying it, she is the Wenquxing." Lin Jin forced a smile, her tone a little complicated, "She really is the Wenquxing."

"When did you start to believe these words? I don't believe them anyway. Just say them occasionally to cheer yourself up or as a joke. If you take them seriously, it will only add to your troubles." Fang Yuzhu didn't believe in these things. If these things were all destined by heaven, then what was the point of working so hard? There would be no hope in life.

Lin Jin didn't want to believe it either, but too many things had happened. It was like a stone that had been pressing down on a corner of her heart. It was okay if she didn't think about it normally, but when she thought about it, she felt heavy: "Isn't this to break this situation?"

"What's wrong with you?" Fang Yuzhu suddenly moved closer to Lin Jin, propping up her chin and looking at her. "I always feel like you're crying. It's strange. Why do I have this feeling? You seem very sad."

She didn't understand why Lin Jin gave her such a sad feeling. Wasn't it a good thing to be able to clear Yin Fushu's name? She remembered that when they were in Zheqing Club, Lin Jin still protected him. Why did it feel different now?

"Did you have a quarrel with her? I remember you called her sister at first, so why are you unhappy when you mention Wenquxing? Are you unhappy that she is Wenquxing?" Fang Yuzhu tried to unravel the mystery, but couldn't figure out why Lin Jin was sad. "You were worried about the incident between Song Shiqiu and the Uighur Saint some time ago. You're afraid that someone else will..."

Fang Yuzhu paused and immediately denied this possibility: "No, you are not like this, and it is impossible for you to be sad because of such a small matter. Then why?"

"You're wrong. Why should I be sad? It has nothing to do with me." Lin Jin relaxed his expression and directly evaded the question. "I've been busy at the academy recently, so I'm a little tired. How could you interpret it like this? It turns out that you're not the one who's busy all day."

Fang Yuzhu couldn't believe it: "No matter how busy you are, it's not so... wrong."

"What's wrong? I'm also a human being with flesh and blood and I get tired. I'm not a wooden man made of machinery. I'm really exhausted recently. Why don't you come and help me share some of the pressure? It just so happens that you have nothing to do." Lin Jin quickly cheered up and planned to bring Fang Yuzhu into the group. "You should know that in addition to the Women's Academy, I also have a branch school to take care of."

Fang Yuzhu looked at him for a long time, but could not find any flaws. If Lin Jin did not say anything, she could only believe it: "How can I be idle? I am also very busy. There are many things to do in the Ministry of Rites. But if you ask me, I can consider it."

"Please." Lin Jin said these two words very straightforwardly.

"Hmm? What did you say?" Fang Yuzhu was just joking, but she didn't expect Lin Jin to actually beg her. She cleared her throat and smiled softly, "Well... if that's the case, then I'll do it reluctantly. We're sisters, so it's not impossible for me to help you share some of your worries."

After Lin Jin finished talking to her, she went back to the academy to check on the progress of others in putting on gloves. The results of her learning were pretty good. It wasn't difficult at all. It was just that these people had never touched rubber gloves before, and there was a requirement for aseptic operation, so it was a bit troublesome.

Seeing that everyone else had learned almost enough, she didn't stay any longer and just let Xing'er and Yan Wusheng watch over her. She turned around and went to the School of Physics. The progress at the School of Physics was much slower than that of Nursing. It was originally a science-based course, and in addition to physics, there was also mathematics to teach. There were no instruments for many physics experiments, so she could only learn the surface, and many experiments on electricity could not be done.

Lin Jin looked at the girls who were studying hard. Yu Zhuoran was among them. This girl probably learned quickly and didn't look worried at all. But she didn't know how many people would be able to stay for the next exam.

Her management system for the School of Physics is different. What she needs now are people with extremely high talents. Only if those people are trained with emphasis can this discipline have the possibility of development. Otherwise, these people are just wasting her time.

She gave them one year, during which there would be two assessments, and each assessment would screen out a certain number of people.

The teachers who taught them here were all half-baked and could only teach according to the books. She had been busy with other things during this period and had not paid much attention to the situation here.

Lin Jin listened to the teacher's lecture, and after making sure there were no major problems, he turned around and left to check on the improvement of the fields.

[Host, if you are unhappy, you can take a break. Nothing is more important than yourself. Taking a break occasionally won't have much impact.] The system could see that Lin Jin was absent-minded and couldn't help but comfort him.

The data collected by Lin Jin at this moment is not good, and his mood is very low. This state is actually not suitable for work. Even if he works, his efficiency will not be high. It is better to have a good rest before continuing to work.

"It's okay, I'll just adjust myself." Lin Jin didn't want to rest, she just wanted to find something to do, but she couldn't seem to find anything to do now. "Just treat it as a way to relax, don't be so nervous."

The system wanted to say something to comfort her, but after matching all the databases, it found that it couldn't find any words suitable for comforting Lin Jin: [Master, you can call me if you need me. ]

This may be the case of the person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it in the database.

After all, all it can do is provide assistance. The only one who can truly save Lin Jin is Lin Jin himself.

Lin Jin went to look around the farmland and found that she still couldn't find anything to do. Her annoyance didn't lessen at all, so she went back to the Prime Minister's Mansion, took Qiong Yu out, and headed towards Wanfu Mountain.

She asked Jingshan and the others to watch the horses below, and she went up the mountain alone with the date paste cake and a broom. She swept away the newly fallen snow before placing the date paste cake in front of Song Shixia's tombstone. She sat aside, with her hands in her pockets, looking at the mountains in the distance.

"Sister Shi Xia, I'm here to see you again." Lin Jin exhaled a puff of white mist, "I've been a little busy recently, so I haven't come to see you. Do you miss me? I should, how could you not miss me?"

She didn't dare to forget Song Shixia. She was afraid that if she forgot, everyone would forget her. She didn't believe that someone could shed tears every time they remembered another person. She didn't believe that there were traces that time could not erase.

But the boomerang of her youth finally stabbed herself. How could she not cry when she recalled the loss of such an important person?