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

"I personally hate this kind of charades-like conversation, so let's wait and see!" Mo Qiuran said, waving to Angers, "Principal, I'm leaving now! Have a good meeting! If you need anything, call me anytime, I'll be there whenever you call! The first order is free!"

After saying that, Mo Qiuran closed the door and left.

Angé watched Mo Qiuran leave and meet a few people waiting not far away. They left while talking and laughing, and there was silence for a long time.

A trace of hesitation and confusion appeared on his face, and finally, he shook his head.

Chapter 197: Is Mo Qiuran the Dragon King?

Although nominally Mo Qiuran and his classmates were to go to the Chinese Preparatory Class at Kassel College for "inspection and guidance", the destination of the tickets Norma booked for them was not BJ. As Angé said, it was equivalent to an early summer vacation, and they only needed to visit the preparatory class when they had time.

Mo Qiuran's evaluation is: It's full of formalism, but it's really cool.

Finkel was directly abandoned. Although he begged for a long time, except for the simple-minded Eiry who had some sympathy for him, Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran were not shaken at all.

They all knew what kind of person Fingel was... In the end, they were really fed up with being pestered, and in order to "popularize" Fingel's true nature to Eiry, Mo Qiuran said that he would give Fingel a 10% profit from all the reports during this period.

Sure enough, Finkel agreed instantly, and his expression changed from gloomy and hopeless to joyful and satisfied in just a moment!

Xiao Eryi finally understood what Mo Qiuran meant by "Don't trust others easily"... But her reaction was "How amazing! Senior can actually pretend so convincingly!"

Then Mo Qiuran took this opportunity to tell her about Tachibana Masamune, as a precaution.

Although I always feel guilty when I see Eri, who is as pure as paper, coming into contact with these filthy things, there is no pure land in this world, so it is better to let Eri know these things early and be prepared.

……

"We will complete the commission according to your requirements, Mr. Lu. We will repackage the items you selected and deliver them to your door at the time you want." The beautiful manager of the Mint Club said respectfully.

Just now, Lu Mingfei followed Mo Qiuran's suggestion and picked out the goods he wanted from the pile, and then entrusted the rest to the Mint Club for sale.

Lu Mingfei was originally worried that he would need some help with the sale fees, but the beautiful manager said that all the fees had been settled by Ms. Inuyama Koko, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Genji Heavy Industries! Lu Mingfei only needed to wait for the money!

Moreover, he directly gave Lu Mingfei a bank card, saying that the estimated amount of those goods was saved in it, and after all were sold out, if there was no refund, the shortfall would be compensated... He was so conscienceless!

After getting this news, Lu Mingfei became more and more worried about Mo Qiuran. If he hadn't abducted someone else's daughter and someone else hoped to become her son-in-law, it would be difficult for him to achieve this just because of a little brother!

"Where is the person who came with us?" Su Xiaoqiang didn't care about these things. After looking left and right and not seeing the Ice Queen, he asked curiously.

"Ms. Ling is handling a business, which will take some time. If you two want to wait, you can follow me to the lounge and wait. If you need to go back, we also have a special car to pick you up at any time." The beautiful manager said with a smile.

Is there any need to ask this? Of course, he just left! Su Xiaoqiang thought to himself, but blurted out involuntarily: "Then let's wait."

"Let's go back first..." Lu Mingfei stopped talking and looked at Su Xiaoqiang in surprise.

"Oh, why are you in such a hurry to go back? Class is so boring, it would be nice to play here for a while!" Su Xiaoqiang said with a smile when he heard it.

She was very satisfied with Lu Mingfei's performance. As for herself...she probably thought, "If I leave at this time, people might think I'm afraid of her."

The little celestial girl has never been weaker than others in her life!

“Okay then.” Lu Mingfei scratched his head and smiled. In fact, his initial reaction was that it would not be a good idea to just leave, but it was obvious that compared to Zero who had some memories of unknown origin, he cared more about Su Xiaoqiang’s feelings.

Although he is a coward and a little naughty, Lu Mingfei's values ​​are still quite stable!

"Please follow me." The beautiful manager smiled and led the two to the lounge, then...

"This is... a computer? Can it be used?" Lu Mingfei asked as he looked at the incredible thing that was so high-end that it didn't look like something that appeared in a lounge at all.

"The club is equipped with single, double, and multi-person lounges with different configurations based on personal needs. Since this is your first time here, we use the initial configuration. You can use any items in the lounge at will~" the beautiful manager said with a gentle smile.

For a club of their level, it is absolutely impossible for the so-called plot of looking down on others and then giving them the opportunity to show off and get slapped in the face would occur... Money determines the treatment.

Lu Mingfei and Su Xiaoqiang excitedly turned on their computers and logged into QQ. When they were about to play a game of StarCraft, Lu Mingfei saw his QQ pop up and it showed an avatar of a swordsman walking in a maple forest.

It’s news about Mo Qiuran.

What did the boss send to himself?

Lu Mingfei clicked on it and took a look——

[Hahaha! I’m Hu Han… I’m Mo Qiuran back! Little brother, sit down and get ready for the airport pick-up! ]

“What? Boss, you’re back again?” Lu Mingfei typed out a few words in shock.

"What do you mean 'again'?" Mo Qiuran replied, "Don't you want me to come back? I came back directly because school is on summer vacation!"

“Of course I hope so! I’m overjoyed, Boss!” Lu Mingfei seemed to see Mo Qiuran squinting his eyes in front of him, and quickly replied, “Do universities abroad have summer vacation so early? I still have more than half a month before my vacation. No, I still have to make up for the lessons!”

As a sophomore who is about to enter his senior year, Lu Mingfei doesn’t know his true identity, nor does he know that he will be directly recruited into a foreign college called Kassel… So he will definitely have to attend remedial classes. There are no restrictions such as “burden reduction” at present. Before the summer vacation even started, they have already received a notice on how long they will have to attend remedial classes during the summer vacation.

Basically, it simply shortens the normal two-month summer vacation to just one week.

However, even if there are restrictions on "reducing the burden", for Shilan Middle School, a typical aristocratic private school... the impact will not be significant.

So what exactly the results of this “burden reduction” will be... remains to be discussed.

I can’t go into more depth. If I did, the book might be ruined.

"It's good to make up for the lessons. This way you can spend more time with Su Xiaoqiang, right?" Mo Qiuran sent a message.

"Even if I don't have class, I can still be with Xiaoqiang!" Lu Mingfei secretly glanced at Su Xiaoqiang on the side and found that she was not looking at him and then typed a reply.

"Oh oh oh...you're starting to show off your love in front of me. It seems like you're making rapid progress! This is cause for celebration!" Mo Qiuran said in a cheering tone.

"..." Lu Mingfei seemed to be choked and couldn't reply. What could he say? He actually didn't make any progress. If it wasn't for the sudden brain twist just now, maybe he really didn't make any progress at all? How could it be possible!

Gu Zhai/span "Okay, I'm on the plane soon and will arrive around noon tomorrow." Mo Qiuran replied.

"Let's go pick him up at the airport right now!" Lu Mingfei typed. He had saved up a little bit of money in his pocket now. Of course, the biggest amount was the "advance payment" from the beautiful manager just now... Although he hadn't checked it yet, Lu Mingfei roughly understood that it was definitely a fortune that he had never seen since he was born... It was just a number, not a potential value.

Otherwise it would be Su Xiaoqiang or Ling.

"Don't come! What are you doing here? I want Sister Tang to pick me up." Mo Qiuran quickly typed a few words, and then his avatar turned gray.

Lu Mingfei: "..."

There is the opposite sex but no humanity! How can this be cultivated?

Wait...that's not right?

Sister Tang...

Lu Mingfei recalled the relationship between Mo Qiuran and the barbershop owner who was obviously not much older than him... the relationship between the boss and Sister Tang...

So what is the situation at Genji Heavy Industries?

"It's terrifying when you think about it..." said Su Xiaoqiang on the side.

“Indeed, indeed…” Lu Mingfei nodded.

"Ah, are you looking at this?" Lu Mingfei finally reacted.

"No... I just took a glance, really just a glance!" Su Xiaoqiang kept defending himself.

……

"This is already your...many times coming to my place." The potato stuffed in the jeans burped and muttered, "In the past month, you have come to my place more times than I have admired beautiful women!"

"If your number of times of appreciating beauties refers to wanting to hold a swimsuit competition on campus, I think that's probably the case." Angers poured himself a glass of wine, and every movement of his straight body was an enjoyment that a male protagonist in a movie would enjoy. "But I still have to say that your analogy skills are really bad."

"It's rotten, so what... Are you here to drink my wine?" the old cowboy shouted angrily.

"Drinking is not the goal, but it can be a small flavor enhancer in the process." Angers stood by the window and looked into the distance in the direction of the sunlight. The brown wine in the glass in his hand swayed slightly. "Mo Qiuran and the others came back just now, and then I sent them directly back to China."

"Hehe... don't you plan to take this opportunity to clean up the claws of the board of directors?" said the old cowboy after taking a sip of wine.

"I am a member of the school board. How can you say that?" asked Angers.

"Come on, there's no need to say these things to me, unless it's about that perverted freshman...I feel even less confident facing him than when I faced the Dragon King." The old cowboy said, shaking his head.

"Good steel should be used on the blade. Now is not the right time. It is unreasonable to take action." Ange shook his head slightly. "What do you think?"

"What do you mean by 'what do you think'? I never wanted to get involved in your shitty business. Besides, it was you who knocked me out and kidnapped me!" The old cowboy became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He took another sip of wine and looked at his bulging belly in worry. Thinking back to the past, he was still a cowboy with an unusually good figure.

"It took me a lot of effort to do that." Angers took a sip of wine and pondered for a moment, "What I want to ask is your opinion of Mo Qiuran."

"Him?" The old cowboy was about to pour his drink when he suddenly stopped.

"Yes, I want to get a detailed analysis from you." Angre nodded, "You are a professional in this area."

"I remember I yelled it at that time." The old cowboy frowned and muttered.

"Then analyze it again. What I need is a definite answer from an alchemical perspective." Ange looked at him.

"Well, it's actually very simple." The old cowboy stood up, wiped his mouth, and pointed to an empty wine bottle on the table beside him, "To make a piece of extreme ice of this size, if I use the alchemy formation to make it, It probably takes a magic circle the size of this room, a lot of materials, and at least half an hour."

"This is how you get a piece of extreme ice." The old cowboy placed the bottle on the table. "And if it's an S-rank hybrid with an ice-type spirit, it would take about a minute and some physical strength to do this."

"This is something I have personally seen a being do."

"However, that perverted freshman, Mo Qiuran, he..."

As he said that, the old cowboy took the remote control and pressed a button. Then the video that had not changed for thousands of years on the TV was switched to a video of a volcano erupting but being enveloped by an ice storm and then completely frozen. One can imagine how many times the old cowboy has watched this video... He even set up a shortcut key for it!

"The energy released by a volcanic eruption is astonishing, and the scope and extent of this eruption are unprecedentedly huge... The human influence factor is quite obvious, but even under such circumstances..."

The old cowboy pointed at the iceberg.

"Such a range, two seconds, extremely low temperature, such a large amount of extreme ice... this is the ultimate control of the elements! In this respect he can definitely be called a god." The old cowboy rubbed his temple.

"...I chatted with him, and I don't think he is a dragon king." Angé said after hesitating.

As a hybrid who had come into contact with the King of Sky and Wind and survived, Angé had a say on such matters. He did not see the dragon's pride in Mo Qiuran, nor did he see his indifference to life.

"Of course he's not! How could he be? Even the Dragon King can't be this strong! It's not like I haven't seen it before!" The old cowboy retorted excitedly, "I don't even think he's a half-blood... because even a pure-blood can't be this strong. It doesn't even affect his physical strength, nor does it consume his vitality or anything like that... That's not scientific at all!"

"Then what is he?"

"Yeah, that's the problem. What on earth is he? You ask me, who should I ask? Could he be an ordinary person?" The old cowboy spread his hands. "I can't think of it anyway, unless I can get his blood for research... But I think this is definitely impossible, so it's better not to think about it. I'm still young, old man, and I want to live longer."

"..."Ange looked at the old cowboy as if he was a fool.

Chapter 4: Su Enxi's Analysis (k)

At the same time, there are two other people who are confused by the same problem. The difference between them and Angers and the old cowboy is that they at least have some "evidence" that can be used for analysis.

It was Su Enxi and Jiude Mai.

There could have been more direct "evidence" for research - the blood that Mo Qiuran promised to give them when he made the deal.

However, Mo Qiuran left right after the Japanese operation was completed...so the blood from the trade is still "stored" in Mo Qiuran's body, and there is no time to take it out!

Fortunately, Jiude Mai was also a person who had experienced the irrigation of the "Power of the Stars", so it can be said that she has not gained nothing at present. In Su Enxi's mind, even if Mo Qiuran regrets it, she will still make a profit!

However, their research work has encountered some minor troubles.

"Are we poor enough to use blunt needles?" Mai Shutoku asked seriously.

"First of all, you are questioning and challenging my ability as a housekeeper to make money. Secondly, what the hell is a blunt needle? Is this a new term you invented?"

Su Enxi moved her hand holding the syringe away, and saw that Jiude Mai's skin, which was as white as jade and seemed to be glowing, bounced back to its original state. The needle of the syringe that she had just tried to insert did not even leave a mark, and the place where it was pierced was so smooth that even the pores were almost invisible.

"I suddenly wish I could paint skin now..." Su Enxi murmured.

"That requires you to be able to peel it off..." Jiude Mai pinched herself, "So, my defense has been strengthened?"

"What the hell is defense? Where did this gaming term come from? Come on, you are a professional after all, can't you use some words that professionals should use?" Su Enxi rolled her eyes.

"As a professional in the combat profession, it's normal for me not to know these professional terms, right?" Jiude Mai laughed awkwardly. It was impossible for her to learn. Her dream was to be a thug who only needed to fight... as long as he didn't fight a pervert like Mo Qiuran!

In her heart, she convinced herself that she already had beauty, figure and strength, and if she also had such high intelligence, wouldn't that leave no room for others to survive? So she was kind, not lazy!

"It has greatly enhanced the ductility and toughness of the skin, while at the same time making it strangely hard. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the needle to leave no mark at all... It's too absurd. This is just the surface of the skin! You haven't activated the golden pupil and haven't transformed into a dragon..."

"I feel like you're about to drool..." Jiude Mai moved away with disgust.

"Ah? No?" Su Enxi wiped the corner of her mouth and said, rubbing her hands, "I'm becoming more and more interested in your insides!"

"Hey, could you please watch your words? The way you speak now is like the typical villain doctor in novels, movies and TV series!" said Jude Mai.

"If I can figure out the principle here and try to replicate it, it would be worth it even if I become a villain doctor!" Su Enxi said confidently, and then felt discouraged again.

"Well, if you want to do that you need the sun to cooperate with you and do a white light flare or something...Aaaaah! Why wasn't I there at the time? I envy you so much, long-legged girl!"

"Or let's think about how to get the blood out... Of course, if it really doesn't work, you can also wait for a few days..." Jiude Mai shuddered and quickly changed the subject.

"Hey, can you have some moral integrity?" Su Enxi looked at her speechlessly and paused, "But you still have to collect some when the time comes..."

"Who is shameless? I'm just talking!" Jiude Mai glared and shouted, "Hurry up and find a knife! Even if I have to cut my wrists, I will not let you off!"

"Your definition of cheap is quite interesting..." Su Enxi muttered as she handed Jiude Mai a scalpel.

Jude Mai took it and began to gesture with her hands.