"University teachers shouldn't have that many classes, right?"
"No." Gu Zijin shook his head again, unhurriedly turning to the next page of the book in his hands.
[Not a professor either?! Then what is he?]
[He studied medicine, can make bones out of mud and even put them together, but he's neither a doctor nor a professor. What else is related to that?!]
[I can't guess. Next person.]
[The next person doesn't know either. Next.]
It seemed a little difficult. Lin Yuxuan turned to exchange a glance with Ren Wuyang, then turned back with an ingratiating smile. "Bro, could you give us a hint?"
Gu Zijin gave Lin Yuxuan a sidelong glance, thought for a moment, then blurted out, "I deal with dead people."
Lin Yuxuan, Song Wenjing, and Ren Wuyang: "..."
The production crew watching from behind: "..."
The comments: [...]
[Silence is tonight's Cambridge.]
[Is he telling some really lame joke? Or am I the joke?]
[That helpless feeling when someone's messing with you and you can't even hit them. Where's Fu Dog? Bring out the cannon!]
[Forget the cannon. I'm afraid you'll hit my Yangbao by accident. Young Master Chi~ Get the sniper rifle!]
Dealing with dead people... Under the other two's gazes, Ren Wuyang bit his finger and ventured hesitantly, "A crematorium worker?"
Silence fell over the room. Gu Zijin's hand paused as he turned a page, and he couldn't help laughing. "A crematorium worker? How did you come up with that?"
Feeling that he was being laughed at, Ren Wuyang hurried to explain, "You deal with dead people and handle bones all the time. My guess wasn't wrong."
[I thought of all kinds of jobs, but even when Gu Zijin said he dealt with dead people all the time, a crematorium worker never occurred to