Starting from the Dragon Clan, it's a 50-50 split

Just when Lu Mingfei was considering whether to just go all the way and pull the damned yellow-skinned rat away and hug it again, Su Xiaoqiang was considering whether to pretend to push Lu Mingfei away, let go of the yellow-skinned rat and let it fall, and then "lose strength" to be hugged by Lu Mingfei...

Just like the classic scenes in countless novels, TV series, and movies——

The warehouse door was pushed open.

"Mr. Lu...Smith Marseille!"

Inuyama Koko pushed open the door and was about to say something, but when she saw the scene in front of her, she immediately bowed to apologize and closed the door.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang froze in place, then jumped away like lightning.

"Cough cough cough..." Lu Mingfei coughed and tried frantically to think of a topic to ease the embarrassment. As a result, he actually thought of one, which was exactly the one he thought of before his "brain spasm"!

"I'm silent not because the boss is right. You see, from the beginning, I didn't care about these things, although I don't have the capital to not care... I'm silent because I'm thinking of other things!"

Lu Mingfei said solemnly.

"Then... why?" Su Xiaoqiang lowered his head slightly, his black hair hanging down, covering his cheeks, but his ears with a hint of red quietly popped out from both sides.

"Yes... I'm worried that the boss will become the son-in-law of Genji Heavy Industries!" Lu Mingfei said.

"Ah?" Su Xiaoqiang was stunned when she heard that, and her face didn't even bother to blush. She really couldn't keep up with Lu Mingfei's logic... Even if this conclusion was made up, it was too outrageous!

“Look, I know how rich the boss is. Even if Kassel College is a famous foreign school that can support public travel, it wouldn’t spend this kind of money casually, right?” Lu Mingfei pointed to the pile of goods in the warehouse.

Su Xiaoqiang thought about it and it seemed...that there was some truth to it?

"Then why did Genji Heavy Industries spend so much money to buy so many things and use such a high-end club? Even if it is a family business, it can't spend so much money, right? This shows that my boss must have a close relationship with this Genji Heavy Industries!"

Lu Mingfei began to reason according to his own logical thinking.

Su Xiaoqiang listened and nodded slowly, as if there was some truth in it!

"If we count the most obvious advantages of my boss, the one that people can see at a glance is undoubtedly his appearance!" Lu Mingfei said.

Su Xiaoqiang nodded repeatedly, this is also correct!

"If you think about it this way, if the boss was on a business trip at public expense and charmed the princess of another family group... then everything makes sense!"

Lu Mingfei clapped his hands and felt that he was possessed by Sherlock Holmes, the only thing missing was a hat and a pipe... So he just took two from the side and put them on. At first glance, it really looked like Sherlock Holmes!

Su Xiaoqiang: “…”

Surprisingly, it seems... there is nothing to refute?

What kind of weird logic chain is this?! How did you come to such a seemingly reasonable conclusion when there is no particularly solid evidence?!

"Of course, given the boss's personality, I don't think it's going to happen like this..." Lu Mingfei pretended to take a couple of puffs from the pipe and then put it down and said.

"Given the boss's charm, she was probably attracted to him, but she didn't make a complete move. She still had a little affection for him, so she planned to make a move on the people who were close to the boss, such as me..."

Su Xiaoqiang nodded, that makes sense!

She was successfully brought into Lu Mingfei's logical chain.

"But, as the great Sherlock Holmes said, guesswork alone is not enough. We need more information gained through indirect questioning!" Lu Mingfei completely immersed himself in the role.

"Wait, did Holmes say this?" Su Xiaoqiang still retained a little clarity.

“Uh… that’s not important!” Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and waved his hand, “As long as it’s roughly like that, that’s fine!”

Su Xiaoqiang thought about it and nodded... I have to say, Lu Mingfei is even more handsome when he is so decisive!

……

"Smith Masai, Smith Masai..."

When Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang pushed open the door of the warehouse and came out, they saw Inuyama Koko bending over, bowing and apologizing continuously.

"Um...it's nothing, we are just testing the quality of the Pikachu pillow, and the quality is very good!" Lu Mingfei said with a thumbs up. When it comes to talking nonsense, he is at the same level as Mo Qiuran, so such words come naturally to him.

"So that's how it is..." When Inuyama Koko heard this, a corresponding expression appeared on her face, as if it was saying "I believe it, so that's how it is."

As for what she was thinking in her heart... Of course she didn't believe it! But she couldn't say that Mr. Lu's excuse was so bad that even an elementary school student could see through it, right?

"Um...Ms. Inuyama, did you have something to say just now?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes!" Inuyama Koko gave another standard 90-degree bow. "I have just counted all the goods and reported to the family. If you need anything else, Mr. Lu, we can provide assistance..."

"You don't need help, I just want to ask a few questions...is that okay?" Lu Mingfei asked.

"Of course, we will do our best to meet all of Mr. Lu's requests!" Inuyama Koko bowed deeply again.

Lu Mingfei had already gotten used to Inuyama Koko's habit of bowing at every turn. Perhaps it was just their habit. Anyway, he couldn't wait to ask his question, "I want to ask, why did your group help my boss? And pay... so much?"

As he spoke, Lu Mingfei pointed to the warehouse behind him.

"Hey, didn't Mr. Mo tell Mr. Lu about these things?" Inuyama Hezi asked in surprise.

"No, he just told me that he had a lot of fun in Japan, and did some good things to help others, like helping people clean up the garbage and preventing a fire and explosion..." Lu Mingfei muttered as he recalled the conversation with Mo Qiuran.

Honestly speaking, when Lu Mingfei heard Mo Qiuran say that, he was stunned for a while, thinking, Boss, are you going on a funded trip or doing voluntary labor?

However, as Mo Qiuran's appointed younger brother, Lu Mingfei was well aware of the extent to which Mo Qiuran's words could not be trusted, so he did not take them to heart.

"Since Mr. Mo didn't tell Mr. Lu, I'm sorry I can't tell you, Mr. Lu. This is a mistake, Simi Masai~"

After hearing what Lu Mingfei muttered, the smile on Inuyama Koko's face became even brighter, and she quickly took the opportunity to bend down to adjust her expression.

As the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Genji Heavy Industries, Inuyama Koko is naturally well aware of the recent events in Tokyo... All external statements and communications with relevant departments are made by her!

Therefore, the so-called "cleaning up garbage" and "preventing fire and explosion accidents" almost instantly made Inuyama Koko think of the tasks.

Would it be more appropriate to add an event of "reconstruction of old buildings"?

Despite her constant complaints, Inuyama Koko managed her expression very well. She smiled and stood up and said, "All I can tell you, Mr. Lu, is that we at Genji Heavy Industries are not doing this to help Mr. Mo, but to express our gratitude and return... Do you have any other questions or need any help? If so, please let me know!"

“No more, no more!” Lu Mingfei waved his hands repeatedly.

After many pleasantries and Lu Mingfei's repeated assurances that he really didn't need anything, Inuyama Koko finally left with her people... and the first thing Lu Mingfei did after they left was to say to Su Xiaoqiang with a serious look on his face: "It's over, it's over, I think I really guessed it right, what should I do?!"

at the same time.

"Ah!"

Mo Qiuran, who was far away in Chicago, sneezed.

His eyes became deeper.

"Who's talking bad about me?"

Chapter 4 We journalists all have flexible bottom lines! (k)

"Is there anyone who dares to say bad things about you, my junior?" Finkel looked incredulous.

"Why do I feel like I'm a bad guy when I hear you say that? I'm a kind person, okay?" Mo Qiuran expressed his dissatisfaction.

"It's my problem. Junior, you are indeed very kind!" Finkel nodded frantically in agreement, but comparatively speaking, the frequency at which his fingers were tapping on the phone was even faster... You didn't even have to think about what he was doing.

Obviously, this guy has started doing his job as a paparazzi!

This inspection team to Japan attracted the attention of the entire school as soon as the candidates were determined and sent out, and the series of events that followed in Tokyo directly attracted the attention of the entire world. As a result, as one of the members who experienced it personally, Finkel naturally had first-hand top-secret information in his hands!

If you don’t sell now, when will you sell?

The most important thing about news is timeliness and accuracy.

There is no doubt that Finkel, who had first-hand information and personal experience, had the best timing, location and people.

Of course he would not let go of this opportunity. Before he returned from completing the mission, he did not dare to say too much because of the confidentiality and because he was on someone else's territory. But now he is back in Chicago... Now that he is in his own territory, he can naturally speak freely!

This time, I must make a fortune!

"Don't worry about him. You just need to remember that this guy is only interested in money." Mo Qiuran whispered to Eri who was still looking around curiously.

"Yes!" Eri nodded obediently and asked quietly, "Why does Senior need money so much?"

"There are always some guys in this world who value money more than their life..." Mo Qiuran said with pretended deep emotion.

"Hey, don't think I'm working, but as a qualified paparazzi, I always keep my eyes and ears open, junior brother. You can slander me, but please don't hurt me in person, okay?" Finkel said without raising his head, "And money is something that can make the devil work, of course the more the better!"

"That's right, but don't believe it. He's shameless!" Mo Qiuran gestured, roughly the distance from the top of the head to the ground, "Paparazzi have no bottom line!"

"I must refute this statement. We paparazzi also have a bottom line, but this bottom line is sometimes more flexible!" Finkel said proudly as he continued typing.

"This flexibility means that you can break the so-called 'bottom line' at any time." Mo Qiuran translated for Eri.

"Why are you like this, junior? You have destroyed my glorious image as a senior!" Finkel complained.

Huili smiled happily. Although she still didn't understand why Mo Qiuran and Finkel had such a conversation style, she could sense that the two were just joking... This was the first time she saw them getting along in such a way, and she felt that the distance between them was suddenly shortened.

"So are we going to the train station now?" Mo Qiuran looked at Chu Zihang who was checking the information.

"According to Norma's arrangement..." Chu Zihang nodded slightly.

"No, your mode of transportation has changed slightly," a voice said.

Several people looked over there.

sparkling with light.

Mo Qiuran thought about it and decided not to say the nonsense that was on the tip of his tongue: "Don't you think it's a waste to turn on the lights in broad daylight?"

Because the thing that was shining was actually a person's head. The bald top of the head reflected the light under the sun, and at first glance it really looked like a light bulb.

"I'm Professor Manstein, head of the school discipline committee." Professor Manstein is a bald old man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. At first glance, he looks like the type who is "not easy to mess with." When he says his teaching position, it becomes even more certain that no matter where he is, the people in charge of discipline are definitely not easy to deal with!

"Hello, Professor Manstein! I'm sorry for not welcoming you here. What could I be doing for you?" Mo Qiuran asked.

Professor Manstein: “…”

What can I do here? What's the difference between what you said and asking a technician who is repairing an air conditioner what his job is?

"Professor Schneider is still directing and coordinating the work of the Japanese branch. In recent years, with the successful establishment of Kaguya-sama, the Japanese branch has basically lost contact with the headquarters. Although there is data exchange, in fact, there must be a lot of concealment.

After completing the access, Norma immediately conducted a verification and comparison and found a lot of loopholes that needed to be negotiated and dealt with... So he is very busy now, so he asked me to come and pick you up."

"Huh... I originally thought that because of what we did, they would need to announce some punishment measures or something, which would have been a bad scene. Fortunately, that didn't happen..." Mo Qiuran muttered as he breathed a sigh of relief.

Professor Manstein: “…”

Are you talking to yourself or to me? If you are talking to yourself, can you please keep your voice down? I can hear you!

And what does that mean? Is this a threat? Absolutely?

Professor Manstein felt that he needed to be a little calmer. After all, as the head of the Discipline Committee, he was responsible for all kinds of disciplinary violations by students. So no matter what kind of weirdness they were, he had definitely seen it over the years. He believed that with his rich experience, he would be able to control the brain circuit of Mo Qiuran, who was an S-level person!

"Of course there will be no punishment or anything. As the special commissioners sent by the academy to Japan for the investigation, you have completed all the tasks this time very well, and have also repaired and eased the relationship between the headquarters and the Japanese branch to a certain extent!

I can guarantee that the college will only give awards, and they will be huge awards! At the same time, as a professor in the college, I personally thank you very much for your great contribution! "

Professor Manstein tried to take the rhythm back into his own hands, and in order to show a little sincerity, he even made a bow that he thought showed gentlemanly demeanor and sincerity.

Then he saw Mo Qiuran suddenly take a step back, with a hesitant expression on his face: "Professor Manstein...you...are Japanese?"

Professor Manstein: “???”

"No? Then you must have studied in Japan? Or been on a business trip to Japan for a long period of time?" Mo Qiuran continued to ask.

Professor Manstein: “…”

Can someone explain his train of thought to me? I just can't get over it!

At this moment, Professor Manstein finally understood why Professor Schneider specifically told him to keep a calm mind and not to think too much about what Mo Qiuran and others, especially Mo Qiuran, said when he asked him to come and pick someone up...

S-level, it really lives up to its reputation!

"There's a little problem with the school's train dispatch, so this time you'll be taking a helicopter back to school." Professor Manstein decided to follow the little secret taught by Professor Schneider - "Pretend you didn't hear it, don't pay any attention to it, don't pay any attention to it!"

The fact is certainly not that there is a problem with the train scheduling. With Norma here, as long as Mo Qiuran and the others arrive at the station, the train will arrive accurately in the next second. And now, there is only one explanation for the so-called "scheduling problem"... This is a special arrangement by Angers!

Gu Rui/spanOriginally, Professor Manstein thought that the reason for this arrangement was that Angers intended to use a grand ceremony to welcome these students who had made great contributions... Now he understood, combined with the things that happened in Tokyo and his current contact with Mo Qiuran, he finally understood.

This is purely because I am worried that something bad will happen again!

……

As it turned out, Professor Manstein's speculation was correct, because as soon as the helicopter got off, the people sent by Angers directly put Mo Qiuran and others into the car and took them to the principal's office.

Principal's office.

The sunlight shines through the leaves accumulated on the skylight, leaving mottled shadows of the trees. The subtle and elegant fragrance of tea permeates the principal's office, bringing the taste of years of sedimentation.

"Tell me, Principal, who do you want to kill?!" Mo Qiuran picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.

"Who?" Ange paused while pouring tea.