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As for the 150,000 yuan, Su Biqing felt that it had probably been spent long ago.
If this scumbag is really as upright as Song Lan said.
A bank card with the password written on it suddenly appeared at his doorstep. He didn’t know who lost it, so why wouldn’t he hand it over to the authorities?
Are you busy at work? Do you still feel like working 996 after having lung cancer?
Even if he values money more than his life, no matter how busy he is, can't he spare ten minutes in more than ten days to go to the government office?
God have mercy on him, Zhang Mu was really wronged.
At the beginning, I was anxious to cure the lung cancer and didn’t dare to delay for a second. I thought that since I hadn’t touched the money, I could just wait and see.
I just found time to go to the hospital for a checkup early this morning and confirmed that Porter's medicine successfully controlled the cancer.
When I came back, I found the second bank card. I was thinking about what to do with it when I was interrupted by the landlord. I hurried to the other world to find items that were easy to resell to make money.
It was already evening when I came back from work. I planned to take a shower and hand in my bank card to the authorities, but Su Biqing blocked the door before I even took off my clothes.
Su Biqing walked into the elevator in high heels.
Zhang Mu didn't stop her.
First, after a few words, he roughly understood what was going on. Second, he remembered who Song Lan was.
Chapter 19: Infinite Possibilities of Panels
It's too ridiculous.
Are there such simple people in this world?
Zhang Mu recalled the petite female colleague who sat at the workstation next to him during his internship in his senior year.
She has short black hair, a round face, a cute appearance, and speaks in a soft voice.
After searching through his memories, he looked strange: "My only interaction with her was probably that rainstorm that day, when I gave her my only umbrella after get off work, right?"
"But this is because one day I didn't have time to buy breakfast, so she gave me half a pancake."
Zhang Mu’s idea was, you give me half of the pie, and I’ll give you my umbrella, and we’ll be even in this one.
But now it seems that the little girl doesn't think they are even.
"This... Baba sent 150,000 for just this little thing? I don't even know how much money is in the second card."
"As for it?"
I don't think anyone would be able to understand this.
The same goes for Zhang Mu.
"Return the money to them quickly."
He took out his cell phone and wanted to call Song Lan, but he couldn't find her name in the address book. Then he remembered that he had deleted all his colleagues' numbers after he resigned.
Sitting on the sofa, thinking hard, he remembered that he had added the huge letter from the project leader.
Find it quickly and send a message.
At that time, Zhang Mu worked very seriously and was very capable. When he left, his team leader told him to contact him if he wanted to come back.
The team leader's words were not polite. Just a few seconds after Zhang Mu sent the message, a reply came.
He first asked what happened, and after getting a general understanding of the situation, he sent Song Lan's cell phone number. At the end, he asked if she wanted to go back to work.
Zhang Mu declined. Is work more interesting than magic?
When asked for the cell phone number, he called it directly. After a few beeps, a familiar thin voice sounded.
"Hey?"
"It's me, Zhang Mu."
"Ah?" There was a sound of debris falling to the ground on the other end of the line. After a few seconds, Song Lan spoke up, "Brother Mu, why did you change your number?"
"I changed it after I quit my job. It's not important. Did you deliver the two bank cards in the mailbox at my door?"
Song Lan murmured softly: "You are sick and need money. I just happen to have some spare money, so..."
The already soft voice became smaller and smaller. If it weren't for the fact that his physical condition improved a lot after mastering magic power, it would be impossible to hear it clearly.
"How did you know I had lung cancer?"
Without waiting for her to answer, Zhang Mu guessed it himself: "My attending doctor's surname is Song... Is he your father?"
"Forget it." He cut off the topic. "Give me the address and I'll return the money to you tomorrow."
"I'm really not in a hurry to use the money, Brother Mu, you can use it first and return it to me when you have more money."
The two of them struggled for a while, and finally under Zhang Mu's tough attitude, Song Lan finally gave out an address.
He thought about it and had an impression that it seemed to be a shop on the same street where he sold gold coins.
We agreed to meet tomorrow morning and then hung up.
After getting in touch with the person, Zhang Mu breathed a sigh of relief and called out the panel.
【Role: Zhang Mu】
[Race: Human]
[Occupation: None]
[Level: None]
【技能：冥想法——魔力感应（1级8%），魔力吸收（1级8%），魔力控制（1级8%）
Fireball (Level 1 1%) - Releases a powerful fireball to attack the target. 】
[Opened functions: Inventory, resurrection on the spot, resurrection after returning to the city (not yet bound to a city)]
He stared at the panel.
The content in brackets of the three abilities undoubtedly indicates that Meditation and Fireball can still be upgraded, and the upper limit is unknown.
After thinking for a while, Zhang Mu raised his right hand, magic power surged, and a fireball the size of a basketball took shape instantly.
Recalling the flow of information that flooded into his brain when the Fireball spell was upgraded, he mobilized the greatly increased mental strength to compress the fireball while continuing to infuse it with magic power.
As the flame temperature increases, the flame color changes from the initial red to orange, yellow, white, and then stops.
It's not that the temperature can't continue to rise, but Zhang Mu's current mental strength can only do this. If he forces it to continue, the fireball will be in danger of exploding out of control.
Well known.
The color of the flame represents the temperature. White is around 4000 degrees, which can easily burn a human body to ashes.
But when Zhang Mu brought his left hand close to the pure white fireball, he didn't even feel any burning sensation.
Moreover, he felt that there was some kind of spiritual connection between his mind and the fireball, as if he had a new arm that he could control at will.
He mobilized the magic power to flow back into his body, and the fireball slowly shrank and went out.
I rubbed my palms together twice, and the skin was as good as new, without any harm.
Zhang Mu was somewhat confused and excited.
This was so different from the common sense of magic that Potter had learned.
In the continent of Thor, the mental power gained from practicing meditation to perfection is not enough to control magic.
You must go to the church to receive the magic apprentice nameplate, study the magic book on the card, and further improve your mental strength.
However, as soon as he broke through level 1, he was able to control magic and even strengthen it.
What will happen if you reach the maximum level?
What is the maximum level?
Or is it not maxed out at all?
The same goes for magic. If you thoroughly understand the magic book, at most you can release the magic faster.
High-level magicians can condense the fireball into a larger size with their massive magic power and mental strength.
But this can only be regarded as a pile of quantity. Zhang Mu compresses the fireball to increase the temperature, which is a qualitative change.
The gap between the two is not a little bit.
Just like no amount of carbon can leave a scratch on the surface of steel, diamonds obtained by subjecting carbon to high temperature and high pressure can easily do so.
Zhang Mu realized that he had underestimated the panel after all.
Quickly learning magic is just the most insignificant function of the panel.
Breaking through the theoretical limits of magic is a terrifying ability.
When other magicians were faced with a desperate situation where they could not make any progress, Zhang Mu was able to continue moving forward.
“This is really awesome.”
He scanned the panel and exclaimed, "What changes will the Fireball spell undergo after upgrading? It should be more than just a simple temperature increase. Maybe it can carry radiation?"
This is so scary.
Suddenly, he pulled back his thoughts, "The ability to change the form of magic to increase its power must be kept secret. If someone finds out,
I guess all the magicians in the entire Sol Continent will come to hunt me down."
It's not an exaggeration.
For some magicians who have survived for thousands of years, their progress in strength has long stagnated.
Just like a pool of stagnant water that cannot be replenished, its strength may decline as time goes by.
If these people knew that magic could undergo a qualitative change and bring them a breakthrough, one can imagine how crazy they would become.
I picked up my phone and looked at it. It was already past eight o'clock in the evening.
He had things to do tomorrow, so he put the matter aside for the time being and hurriedly got up to take a shower and go to bed.
Before going to bed, Ye Ming suddenly called. After he answered the phone, the other party told him in a calm tone with suppressed excitement that the project had been completed.
A senior mentor was willing to help and took him in along with the female classmate he had rescued from Fu Xiyuan.
The condition is that the first author of the project paper is the supervisor.