"Reborn?" The registrar from the Space-Time Administration asked lazily, stretching.
"Well" Qin Tian has not yet recovered from death.
"Modern? Ancient times? Imaginary? Historical facts?"
"Modern, comprehensive comics" replied in a daze.
"What's your specialty?"
"Archaeology"
The registrar shook his head: "This major is not suitable for you. How many cartoons and comics have you read?"
"Does Calabash Baby count?"
"I'm convinced. That's the Japanese style in ancient times, and it's popular now. Who still watches Chinese cartoons?"
"Then what should I do?" Qin Tian scratched his head with regret.
"What should I do? Liang Ban!" He kicked the person down.