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

It was a man wrapped in a dark red leather suit, with dazzling red and gold in his eyes, shining like lightning, and on his chest was a yellow lightning symbol on a white circle. The man was running, with a large area of ​​brilliant golden-red electric light behind him, as if all the light was left behind by him.

What kind of top speed is that?

I know this Mo Qiuran. In his previous life, he was basically isolated from movies, animation, novels and games. But in this life, since he knew that the projection of his golden finger came from these aspects, he has started to make up for his lessons... Of course, if you don’t know, you still have to ask Lu Mingfei. This guy is proficient in everything except studying!

This projection is the Flash!

But it seems that it is not the comic version but the movie and TV series version? Did it appear at this time?

Also, if the projection that appears corresponding to the principal is the Flash... then could the principal's words be about speed and time?

Finally, the voice from Finkel brought Mo Qiuran's attention back to the real world.

"Junior, we're almost there," said Finkel.

Mo Qiuran came back to his senses and looked up at the building not far away that looked extremely luxurious just from the outside.

"So rich!" Mo Qiuran exclaimed.

After saying that, Mo Qiuran looked at Chu Zihang on the side, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Someone is richer than you, can you tolerate this?"

Chu Zihang: "..."

So everyone in the world who is richer than me is my enemy?

Wait, Mo Qiuran said something like this at this time...

"Do you have any idea of ​​kicking him down?" Mo Qiuran encouraged in a low voice, "What I hate most in my life is people showing off in front of me!"

"No." Chu Zihang answered immediately.

"He is the new president of the student union and a prominent figure in the entire school. The best way to become a legend is to defeat the legend. If you defeat him, you will be the president of the student union. At that time, countless sisters... countless talented people will flock to join you, and all the heroes in the world will be within your grasp!" Mo Qiuran continued to incite.

Chu Zihang: "..."

You just wanted to say girl, right?

Finkel was typing quickly on his phone with his hand hidden in his pants. As an old paparazzi, this should be considered a professional skill, so he did not make any mistakes. He did not take it out for fear of being discovered by Mo Qiuran. Then the fake risking one's life might become a real risking one's life... Although Mo Qiuran would not really chop him, what if he asked him for a share of the money?

That's almost the same as chopping him off!

then--

【S-class is about to arrive! 】

[S-class said to A-class that they were very upset to see Emperor Gattuso being so pretentious! They said that no one could be prettier than him! ]

[S-class said that he was too bullying as an S-class player, so he planned to let his A-class freshman friend fight. In his opinion, this was enough! ]

A series of texts soon appeared under the paid post. The so-called live text broadcast naturally wrote out the entire process, but it was obviously polished by Fingel's "professional"...

The effect is explosive!

As expected, the Night Watchman forum exploded, and the number of floors and posts increased sharply again. Some students who were nearby even went directly to the scene. This scene was rarely seen!

Of course, distrust of Finkel is also one of the reasons... It's simply because this guy's reputation is too bad!

"Why don't you go up?" Chu Zihang asked Mo Qiuran.

"I already have Sister Tang. Although I have no doubts about my loyal character, this is still unfortunate for those seniors and future juniors, so I am more suitable to be behind the scenes rather than in front of the stage," Mo Qiuran patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, "You are different, you are still single! As your best friend, I have the obligation to help you find one!"

"That's not necessary." Chu Zihang's eyes twitched.

"Why?" Mo Qiuran's eyes became deep, "Could it be that you..."

"I have someone I like." Chu Zihang interrupted Mo Qiuran in a hurry after realizing that he didn't know what earth-shattering words were about to come out of his mouth.

"What!" Mo Qiuran was shocked. "Who is it? Tell me quickly! You did a good job of keeping it a secret! Who actually stole my house while I wasn't paying attention?"

"Yes...it's the one you mentioned before, the cheerleading captain." Chu Zihang said quickly. After he said it, he actually felt a surge of joy in his heart... He didn't know why he was happy.

He couldn't even remember the cheerleader's name and appearance, but at this moment he subconsciously mentioned her.

"Oh... if it's her, it's not surprising," Mo Qiuran suddenly realized, "it turns out that you have always been in contact with her!"

"No." Chu Zihang said.

"Hiss!" Mo Qiuran took a breath, as if he understood something, patted his shoulder and praised, "As expected of you, you are so loyal, just like me!"

These words made Finkel, who was busy fiddling with the phone in his trouser pocket, couldn't help but look at him.

You are loyal in this way?

What a liar!

It's true that he is thick-skinned!

"By the way, senior, where is our dormitory?" Mo Qiuran looked at Finkel.

"Ah? Dormitory?" Finkel subconsciously pointed in a direction, "Over there."

"Then let's go to the dormitory." Mo Qiuran nodded.

"Oh..." Finkel agreed subconsciously, then reacted.

Finkel: “???”

ps: see↓ the author's words

Chapter 85: Finger: My Death Star is Getting Brighter

"Wait! Junior! Aren't you going to the student union party?!" Finkel said hurriedly when he saw Mo Qiuran was about to take a step.

"No, I'm not going. I just got excited. Now he and I are both already in a relationship. Exposure will only bring trouble, so why go at this time?" Mo Qiuran patted Chu Zihang and said, "Why don't you go back and get some rest?"

Chu Zihang: "..."

Why does it sound weird that this beautiful girl has a boyfriend?

"Oh, the beauty has someone." Mo Qiuran corrected himself after seeing the look in his eyes and understanding him.

Chu Zihang felt comfortable.

Finkel panicked.

It would be fine if he did nothing...but now he has spread the news that the freshman is going to challenge Caesar and has been fanning the flames and making money from it!

This is what I meant implicitly!

As the president of a news agency, an experienced veteran journalist, what he is best at is using his rich vocabulary to “slightly” change the news... Isn’t that what everyone does? Otherwise, how can they make a living!

This is still good, at least there is a bottom line. Those who use PS or get a few pictures from somewhere and then make up stories without paying any attention to the facts are a shame for journalists and a disgrace to the news industry!

But the problem is that Finkel is now inciting the crowd and has caused an uproar in the whole school, but at this time Mo Qiuran suddenly says he wants to go back.

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!

If Mo Qiuran really went back, and the whole school had been waiting for a whole night and found out that the real person didn’t show up... who would they blame?

Of course it was Finkel who posted the message at the very beginning and then “followed the whole process and risked his life to broadcast it live”!

What's more, this live text broadcast costs money.

It’s equivalent to...Fingal fooled the whole school, and cheated them out of money?

Finkel looked up at the sky and saw a star that was particularly bright.

That was his death star shining.

Now he has two choices, one is to confess to Mo Qiuran and then share the money obediently, the other is to go all the way and post posts on the Night Watcher Forum such as "S-level freshmen feel that this is unfair to Emperor Gattuso so they decided to fight another day", "S-level freshmen feel that Emperor Gattuso's current strength is really boring so they look forward to Emperor Gattuso's improvement before accepting his challenge" and so on to further fuel the flames of war.

The former requires losing money.

And the latter...

Finkel looked at the bright star in the sky.

The Death Star...seems a little bigger and brighter?

In this case, there is no need to hesitate in making a choice. Although Finkel appears to love money more than his life, life is more important.

then--

"Junior!" Finkel had a determined expression on his face and called out to Mo Qiuran who was about to take a step forward.

"Senior, your expression is very dangerous." Mo Qiuran thought for a moment, "Like a criminal who is about to confess his crime."

"So you know everything, junior brother?!" Finkel was shocked.

"What? So I said it right unintentionally?" Mo Qiuran was also shocked.

"Junior, save me!" Finkel said quickly.

"Senior, you have to know that I am a law-breaker... oh no, a law-abiding student. I have zero tolerance for illegal behavior," Mo Qiuran said with an expression that said, "It's a pity, but I must do this." "Turn yourself in. I heard that turning yourself in can mitigate the crime to a certain extent. Of course, if there is a reward, please let me call the police. By the way, what is the police phone number in the United States?"

"911." Chu Zihang said.

"Okay, senior, what is your crime?" Mo Qiuran looked at Finkel expectantly.

Fingel: "..."

"Um... guide public opinion?" Finkel thought for a long time and finally came up with a word.

……

"Junior brother, please help me, your senior. I admit that I was blinded by greed~" Finkel's giant bear-like palm wrapped around Mo Qiuran's hand and begged him not to leave.

At this time, he had already explained everything he had done from beginning to end. Then Mo Qiuran became furious and said, "I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, senior." Then he was about to leave, but Finkel naturally refused to let him go.

"Senior, there is more than money in the world. People should have the most basic moral cultivation. Once this kind of provocative news is released, do you know how much trouble it will cause to our future lives?" Mo Qiuran accused Finkel with a righteous and angry look on his face.

Finkel nodded rapidly. In his opinion, as long as Mo Qiuran was still willing to talk, it meant that there was still hope for a turnaround!

So he ignored the fact that Chu Zihang, who had remained silent, had already turned his eyes away from this important information as if he couldn't bear to look at it.

Chu Zihang knew Mo Qiuran very well, just as Mo Qiuran knew him very well... In short, based on Chu Zihang's experience, whenever Mo Qiuran spoke to someone in such a righteous manner, that person was in big trouble.

as predicted.

"Hey... Senior, I always thought you were a kind and loving person, even though your appearance and clothes were a little unruly," Mo Qiuran sighed as if he had loosened up, a little disappointed, "but I really didn't expect you to do such a thing for money!"

"It's my fault, senior..." Finkel admitted his mistake sincerely.

Chu Zihang's heart was about to come.

"So, in order to let you understand that money is not a thing outside of the body, and that moral character and personal cultivation are important, I think it's better for you to have less contact with things that can corrupt you," Mo Qiuran's face was full of compassion, "You should hand over more of these evil things and let me bear them for you! Our distribution of benefits will return to 70:30! I'll take 70 and you take 30! How about we write off this matter?"

Finkel: “???”

"What's wrong, senior? Are you not satisfied with this ratio?" Mo Qiuran touched his chin, "If you sincerely request, 80:20 may not be impossible..."

"Satisfied! Very satisfied! 73 is fine!" Finkel said quickly.

"No, no, no. I suddenly feel that 73 is the price for me to forgive you, and 82 is the price for me to help you understand this mess." Mo Qiuran showed a smile on his face that looked like a devil in Finkel's eyes.

"You...you are taking advantage of the situation!" Finkel jumped up and shouted angrily.

"How can you say that, senior? I am obviously thinking about your future. I can see that you are definitely not an ordinary person. Worldly things like money should not become a shackle that affects you!" Mo Qiuran argued.

"What if the split becomes nine for you and one for me?" Finkel would certainly not believe Mo Qiuran's words anymore.

"Jiuyi is great, I like Jiuyi!" Mo Qiuran's face was bright with spring light, "I didn't expect that you, senior, would have such a moment of enlightenment. That's it! Let's go and see who this Caesar Gattuso is!"

"Wait, wait!" Finkel was horrified, as if he had seen the large pile of US dollars he had already put into his pocket suddenly grow wings and flap away.

After walking a few steps, a man who looked like a servant came out from the door of the luxurious building and said, "Excuse me, are you an S-level freshman? The president of the student union wants to see you."

Chapter 86 Mo Qiuran: Let’s compete in cooking!

"You come with bad intentions, junior." Finkel said in a low voice. He has already come out of the bad news that the distribution of benefits has become 91. It is not known whether he has a strong ability to adapt or simply does not care.

"Of course, after all, we have come to the base camp where you, senior, have helped us to attract so much hatred," Mo Qiuran said, "and, to be precise, we are the 'comers' who come with ill intentions."

It was indeed someone who came with bad intentions, for all the student union members whose eyes were focused on Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang at this moment.

Because they were stunned the first time they saw these two people.

The higher the mixed-race bloodline, the more handsome (beautiful) they look, so there are basically no ugly people here. But some people are like this, no matter how handsome you are, you are just a supporting role next to them and can only serve as a foil.

And now, there are three such people present, one is Caesar, and the other two are Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang who just walked in.

If Caesar is as noble and majestic as an emperor, making people feel conquered and shocked at a glance, then Chu Zihang is like a sword, sharp, straight, and unwavering. His indifferent and cold eyes seem to not care about anything, like a natural swordsman.

And Mo Qiuran is like a peach blossom blooming in the spring sunshine. The slight curve at the corner of his mouth makes the warmth and softness have a hint of evil, Yiya, a carefree and unrestrained prodigal.