Dragon Clan: Started by being picked up by Xia Mi, and then defeated the strong

Chapter 76 Xia Mo: I'm not targeting you, you are all trash (Fourth update)

"Principal, you know, everyone knows, it wasn't the Lionheart Club and the Student Union who chose me, but I chose them." Xia Mo said calmly, with an invisible sense of oppression in her tone.

"I hope that my joining can make the Lionheart Club more powerful, rather than giving it a new life. Otherwise, it would be too useless, right?" Xia Mo spread her hands.

It's tiring enough to help a loser to get by, Xia Mo doesn't want to be a nanny.

Upon hearing this, Ange laughed out loud.

"You're right. The Lionheart Club has fallen to the point where it needs a little girl to maintain its dignity. It might as well just disband it."

"What about the student union?"

“Pass without hesitation.”

"why?"

"Nono showed me Caesar's speech video when he was competing for the position of student union president. It made me feel both pretentious and immature. It made me feel so embarrassed." Xia Mo said honestly.

"I think it's okay. Isn't this the charisma of a leader? Mobilizing everyone's emotions and making them excited about the speech you call for."

"I prefer the speeches before the defense of Moscow."

"So, you still support the Lionheart Society."

"Are there any fraternities or something like that among the freshmen? I can consider that, too."

"You can consider forming one. With your reputation and bloodline, it's no problem."

"Then I'd better pick up what's ready."

"So... do you want to join the Lionheart Society or not?" Ange finally went crazy.

"I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry yet."

Xia Mo sipped her tea elegantly, unmoved.

"I heard that this year's Freedom Day is coming soon." Xia Mo said.

Angé raised his eyebrows; he vaguely guessed what Xia Mo was thinking.

At this time, Renren sent a message.

Xia Mo took a look.

The backend administrator is named Finkel, a senior from the seventh class. Attached is the photo, student ID, dormitory number, age, hometown and all other information that can be found, even the amount of money owed.

Your Lie in April: Well done.

Emoticon pack [Touching the cat's head]

Renren replied.

Live up to the mission.

Emoticon pack [Cat Salute]

Xia Mo took back her phone and whispered a few words to Angé. Angé couldn't help but smile and he applauded Xia Mo.

"Even if you blow up the school board, don't worry. All losses will be charged to the school board fund. After all, Freedom Day is your carnival."

"I began to look forward to the day of freedom. The elites from various families around the world are already the best among their peers, but this is not enough. There must be a mountain in front of them! So high that they look up to it and even want to give up. But someone will inspire their deeper potential."

Xia Mo said nothing and lowered her head to play with the bone china cup.

It’s time to get down to business, otherwise Teacher Daye will urge us.

Let me see how powerful Kassel Academy, one of the top mixed-blood forces, is.

……

Finkel used the money he earned to order a truffle bread, a pan-fried foie gras with lemon juice, a bottle of champagne, and a roast goose, and he feasted on it alone.

Roast pork elbow and mashed potatoes taste good for freshmen, but Finkel has been eating them for seven years, and he can eat all kinds of delicacies from land and sea until he vomits.

"Brother, can we share a table?"

Finkel didn't even raise his head. He ate a roast goose leg with two mouthfuls of champagne and nodded.

Then, Finkel realized something was wrong. What? It was a girl with a nice voice. Someone was willing to share a table with him?

Finkel raised his head suddenly, his big eyes sparkling with spirit. After seeing the pretty face of the girl opposite him, he suddenly felt that the roast goose in his hand was no longer delicious.

How do you say this Chinese idiom?

Delicious food!
Correct!
Beauty...

Finkel thought the girl looked familiar, and suddenly realized that this was Xia Mo, the cash cow he had been thinking about.

"Junior Sister Xia Mo?" Finkel skillfully showed a flattering smile. He glanced at the mess of food under his hand, otherwise he would definitely give it to Xia Mo.

"Brother Finkel, is that right?" Xia Mo asked weakly.

"Uh-huh!"

"Then [Flame Dragon Slayer] is also Senior Brother Finkel?" Xia Mo asked again.

"Yeah...no, no." Finkel shook his head like a rattle.

"Brother is in urgent need of going to the bathroom, please leave first."

Finger picked up the plate and was about to eat. Xia Mo reached out and grabbed Finger's wrist.

Finkel was shocked.

It's not that he was conservative and didn't like physical contact between men, but Xia Mo looked weak, but his strength was so great that it was like he was pinching her with a pair of steel pliers, making it impossible for her to walk.

I, Fingel, am a strong man who can knock out a polar bear with one punch, but how can I be defeated by a skinny girl?
"Sit down." Xia Mo's voice was still gentle.

Finkel felt the pain in his wrist, wondering if his bones were about to break.

"Ok."

Finkel sat down obediently and shrank his body. The 1.90-meter-tall man now looked like a Tongliao rat, wishing he could be smaller.

"Lady, please spare my life." Finkel said pitifully.

"Brother Finkel, as the backend administrator of the Night Watchman Forum, do you know who posted my photo?" Xia Mo asked.

"I don't know." Finkel shook his head.

"is it?"

"Hi~"

Finkel was stunned and looked dazed on the spot, trying to get away with it by pretending to be crazy and stupid.

is it possible?

"Brother Finkel, you are a seventh-year student this year, right? Do you want to have an eighth-year student?" Xia Mo asked again.

"Hiss~hiss~Sister, I want to graduate." Finkel said honestly.

"What do you say?"

"Okay, it was indeed me. Brother, he just wanted to stir up some hype and earn some money for his hard work." Finkel was reckless and said it bluntly, as if he could kill you or chop you up as you please.

A pretty junior sister wouldn't have the heart to be so cruel to a senior brother who hasn't graduated in seven years, right?
You know, seniors who don’t graduate for seven years are rare animals in every school, so you should learn to protect them.

"So, Senior Brother, you place your bet. Do you think I will join the Lionheart Club or the Student Union?"

"Not yet. Let's wait and see. It's just a handling fee." Finkel smiled awkwardly.

"Then senior brother, please help me post a message and remember to pin it to the top." Xia Mo said lightly.

"Is it possible?" Finkel became excited and was no longer afraid of the pain in his wrist.

After Xia Mo finished speaking, Finkel smiled bitterly, "Then I have to set up another handicap. This is too big a bet."

"So, Senior Brother, do you bet that I will win?"

"Will win."

Xia Mo increased her strength.

Fingle screams like a pig being slaughtered.

“No flags allowed.”

Finkel was confused. What kind of flag was this? Could it be that the junior sister was a sadist and did it on purpose?
Finally, Finkel returned to the dormitory and typed on the keyboard with one hand, feeling somewhat excited. After all, this was a major event that would go down in school history.

Sure enough, repeating a grade has its advantages, as it allows you to participate in historical events.

On the same day, a new message was added to the voting area where bets were originally placed on the Night Watchman forum.

"The market will be closed before the day of freedom. Please note that those who are still hesitating should make up their minds quickly!"

At the same time, a post was pinned to the top, and instantly thousands of comments flooded in.

The post "S-rank junior sister replied: In one free day, she will join the club that can defeat her."

In fact, Finkel wanted to change the title to a more explosive one, such as "Xia Mo: I'm not targeting you, everyone here is trash."

But he was afraid of his junior sister's super-powerful hands and became cowardly.

New odds appear.

"Do you think an S-rank hybrid could defeat the Lionheart Club and the Student Council alone?"

"YES!"

"NO!"

In short, the Night Watchman Forum crashed and Norma had to urgently maintain the forum system.

Norton Hall.

Caesar received the message.

Lionheart Society.

The president received the message.

Girls' dormitory.

Nono saw the message.

Dancing on the bed excitedly.

Fight!
Fight!
I want to see a river of blood!
(End of this chapter)