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

He swept his eyes over everyone in the room with that smile, and most of the people who were originally angry found that their anger had subsided a lot after coming into contact with those peach blossom eyes that were like a pool of spring water. Instead, they thought, if what Finkel said was true...it wasn't a big problem that this person was so proud?

This shows that being handsome does have privileges!

"So... is it Senior Caesar Gattuso?" Mo Qiuran locked his eyes on the man with dazzling golden hair and sea-blue eyes, breaking the silence.

It was too eye-catching. He had never seen hair so golden before. Mo Qiuran even suspected that he had specially dyed it... or had it been gilded or something?

How about finding a chance to get some down and try burning it with fire?

"It's me." Caesar had been observing Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang since they came in. When he looked at them, a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. It was the satisfaction of meeting a worthy opponent!

He didn't see any cowardice or nervousness in the eyes of either Mo Qiuran or Chu Zihang, which meant that they were able to remain confident in front of him.

Although he had seen too many people like this before, and they all failed in his hands in the end... but perhaps it was a premonition, Caesar felt that these two people were different.

So he walked down the spiral staircase and came in front of Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang, "Mo Qiuran, Chu Zihang, S-level and A-level special recruits, juniors, huh?"

"It's still an A at the moment." Mo Qiuran shrugged, "It will be an S after the 3E exam in a few days."

Although he hasn't taken the exam yet, Mo Qiuran is inexplicably full of confidence.

There was an uproar.

The arrogance of this sentence alone has surpassed the well-known words that Caesar said when he first entered school!

Later, Finkel, who tried his best to hide himself in the crowd, had already started working hard on his mobile phone, his fingers constantly moving back and forth on the keys, so the content of the posts in the text live broadcast he specially opened on the Night Watchman Forum was also growing rapidly.

[Momentum crushes! S-level freshmen and A-level freshmen ignore the student council! 】

[The King and the King's Eye-to-Eye War! The War Begins with Their Eyes! ]

[Is S-rank a foregone conclusion? The most arrogant speech at the entrance to the school! ]

As a qualified old paparazzi, Finkel fully utilized the news writing skills he had honed over the years, and these paid posts with eye-catching titles and even more eye-catching content were naturally bought up by students and professors on the Night Watch forum...Everyone in Kassel College is rich, and Finkel's case is purely an accident. After all, no matter where you are, there will always be one or two weirdos.

Looking at the rapidly increasing number of subscribers, Finkel showed no joy or sadness on his face. To him, 90% of the money belonged to others...so there was no reason for him to be happy.

"But before that, I have to make it clear that the purpose of our coming here is not to mess things up. We just want to see what someone who can be so confident looks like." Mo Qiuran continued.

"Are you... showing weakness?" Caesar frowned.

"...Where does your courage come from, Fish Leong?" Mo Qiuran looked at him speechlessly and replied bluntly.

Although it is almost clear that Caesar is just like this and he is not deliberately making things difficult, but... he is really not likable!

"Who is Fish Leong?" Caesar was stunned.

"A singer, one of her songs is called "Courage."" Mo Qiuran said.

"I can take your answer as a challenge." Caesar felt that he understood what Mo Qiuran meant.

"You give me the feeling of an ambitious adult lion who wants to conquer everything... and your hair is indeed similar." Mo Qiuran complained, "But I like tigers more. Who do you think will win in a fight between a Siberian tiger and a lion?"

"I like lions, so lions win," Caesar said.

"Don't be so nervous, we really aren't here to mess things up." Mo Qiuran looked sincere.

After a while.

"Okay, what shall we compete in?" Mo Qiuran gave up.

"You choose." Caesar said confidently, "No matter what it is, please be prepared to fail in advance."

"Domineering! But a little too naive," Mo Qiuran clapped and nodded, "Then let's compete in cooking!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole place fell silent again.

The expression on most people's faces was one of doubt, "Did I hear it wrong?"

Caesar's expression froze.

Even a guy like Fingel couldn't help but pause for a moment... and then continued - [S-class takes a different approach to compete with Emperor Gattuso in cooking! Emperor Gattuso is in a difficult decision! (As expected of an S-class, those who achieve great things don't mind the small details!)]

After finishing writing, Finkel said in his heart that it has my style...but he didn't dare to type it out.

Probably the only people in the whole venue who looked calm and composed were Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang. Mo Qiuran was the one who proposed the competition in the first place, so there was no reason for him to be upset... and Chu Zihang... in his eyes, no matter what Mo Qiuran did, it would be "Oh, it's him, that's normal".

As long as you have a strong ability to accept, nothing unexpected will happen!

"Why, didn't you say any challenge was acceptable?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"What kind of competition is this? Does cooking have any use in slaying a dragon?" a student union member couldn't help but say.

"So chess, music, rowing and the like are useful?" Mo Qiuran chuckled.

“But cooking…”

"That's enough. I don't like making excuses because that's the same as failure." Caesar waved his hand to stop and looked at Mo Qiuran. "How do we compete?"

Chapter 87 I, Mo Qiuran, will never lose!

"A competition is fair. Everyone chooses a dish, and then both sides cook two dishes. After they are done, they will be judged by professionals." Mo Qiuran said, "I'm too lazy to explain the judging rules. Everyone has the ability to judge. I don't think you are the kind of person who is willing to rely on your background and power to oppress others. Everything depends on your own ability."

Originally, Mo Qiuran subconsciously wanted to say to get a dragon as food first, but then he thought that it might be seen as cheating in the eyes of others, so he changed it to a normal way when he spoke.

Caesar's expression eased a little after hearing this. Mo Qiuran's words were very much to his liking. Besides, as he said, he was the one who said it, and he would not make any excuses to explain!

Then a slightly weird scene appeared. What everyone thought was a fight between kings turned into an S-level cooking competition between Student Union President Caesar and the once-in-forty-years contest. Such a magical plot development was probably not expected by anyone except Chu Zihang... No, there was another person who expected it.

"I knew it." The principal sighed slightly, "That kid really doesn't play by the rules."

"Hahaha, I like this kid! I think the kid from Gattuso's family must have been caught off guard and looked confused!" The old cowboy laughed wildly.

"Considering his age and status, he can only learn some simple cooking skills at most. What's more, his opponent is a Chinese. Even if he is good at it..." the principal shook his head.

“Italian cuisine has a long history and diverse styles, but it’s still far behind Chinese cuisine… I remember wanting to spend a year eating all over China, but that year I didn’t even leave that province. I think it was called Sichuan.” The old cowboy looked down at his beer belly and sighed.

“I remember there’s a legend that pizza originated from scallion pie that was passed down from China. When Marco Polo returned, he wanted to eat it so he asked his friend to imitate it. But that friend didn’t know how to put the fillings into the dough, so he put them on top and it became pizza,” said the principal.

"Now that you mention it, it does look alike," the old cowboy nodded.

……

Just as what the principal and the old cowboy said between the lines...Caesar lost, and lost completely.

It’s not that Mo Qiuran’s cooking skills are superb. Although as an orphan who grew up alone, Mo Qiuran’s cooking skills are indeed good, they are not at the master level.

However, everything is afraid of comparison.

Caesar Gattuso, the emperor of the Gattuso family, has been living a life of luxury since childhood and has received the world's most advanced education. He is proficient in horse riding, archery, rowing, fighting, shooting, art and culture, etc. He can be said to be a true genius!

But he is still a human being, and humans have their limits, so... cooking... is indeed his weakness, because he has never learned it since he was a child and is not interested in it. After all, the Gattuso family wants to train an emperor rather than a chef, and the emperor does not need to cook for himself!

So he failed this time.

Even though he had put in 100% of his effort, cooking was something that required proficiency and could not be achieved simply by concentrating.

He was burnt.

The dishes made by Mo Qiuran are at least delicious and tasty.

"I failed," Caesar admitted frankly.

"It's okay. Failure is the mother of success. After being a son so many times, you finally get to be a mother... Oh, sorry, this analogy is not very appropriate. In short, appropriate failure is a good thing. It is impossible for people to be omniscient and omnipotent." Mo Qiuran comforted him.

Finkel on the side tried hard to shrink his huge body to the smallest possible size, hoping that his junior could say fewer "comforting" words, otherwise it would be difficult to leave safely today... Didn't his junior see that the anger value of the person next to him was visibly rising!

If Caesar had lost in a normal duel, these people would not have been so angry, after all, their skills were indeed inferior as witnessed by others... But Mo Qiuran and Caesar were competing in cooking skills!

No matter how they put it, they all felt that this was more like Mo Qiuran's "lack of martial ethics".

But Caesar would not, he was born as a lion with golden mane, he walked on the grassland like the sun rising and setting. He could fall, but his justice could not fall, he was a man who lived for pride all his life.

Truly proud people will not make excuses for losing. They will only frankly admit their failure, then work hard to learn, and then do their best to defeat the person who defeated them and take back their pride and honor!

"I'll challenge you again in a month," Caesar said, giving himself a month to learn.

"Challenge me with what?" Mo Qiuran wondered.

"Cooking, of course," said Caesar.

"Oh...how about this, I see that others are not convinced," Mo Qiuran scratched his head and said, "After a month, since you are challenging me, then the content will be decided by you, including cooking, but also everything you are good at, no matter what it is...it's all fine."

The whole place fell silent again, and everyone was surprised, including Chu Zihang this time, and the proof was that he glanced at Mo Qiuran.

However, he was also the one who accepted this fact the fastest. Everything Mo Qiuran did had a reason. At least for now, he hadn't seen Mo Qiuran say something and then not do it.

The anger of the student union members gradually disappeared, because they finally realized that the boy in front of them was an S that appeared once every forty years, an existence more precious than a giant panda. Most of them only knew that the principal was an S, and the principal was a well-deserved legend, a dragon-slaying legend, and a leader among the hybrids.

How bad can a person like this be?

In their eyes, Mo Qiuran was like a tiger that had finally put away its lazy temperament and woke up from its sleepy state. After proving Caesar's character with a "ridiculous" competition, they believed that Caesar was qualified to compete with them, so they finally decided to take it seriously and show the proper kingly demeanor... This was a true duel between kings!

If Mo Qiuran knew what they were thinking, he would definitely complain that they all had a weird chuunibyou syndrome and were hopeless... He was just worried that if he won in this way, he would attract too much hatred and then he would not be happy in school!

As for failure? That was something Mo Qiuran had never considered. No matter how strong Caesar was, he was still a human being. Being a human being meant that he had his limits, but Mo Qiuran was different.

He is cheating.

"...Are you sure?" Caesar raised his eyebrows, and his voice hesitated for the first time, because someone dared to say such words in front of him, but then he saw Mo Qiuran's eyes, and he felt that he understood everything. It turned out that this was an opponent who was truly confident that he could defeat him in any aspect!

Really...

Very good!

Caesar is looking forward to it, no matter what the outcome!

"Of course." Mo Qiuran smiled lightly. He looked around and thought that since he had decided to pretend, he might as well do it in a big way.

So, with everyone's attention focused, the boy's voice was light and clear, but to everyone's ears it sounded like the beating of a war drum.

War on whom?

To everyone.

“No matter who my opponent is, I will not lose.”

Chapter 88: Mo Qiuran's Combat Team Member Configuration

[Emperor Gattuso suffered a tragic defeat! The first lesson from the freshman: "Don't be arrogant"! ]

[One month, the kings will compete! ]

[Original words from the S-level freshman: "No matter who my opponent is, I won't lose!" ]

On the Night Watchman forum, Finkel's paid posts were all sold out and he made a lot of money.

As an old paparazzi, Finkel really knows how to attract attention, not to mention that this report also involves Gattuso, the recognized number one of the new generation and the future emperor, as well as the S-level freshman who has not appeared in forty years, and then the plot of the new king ascending the throne... Such a large number of hot spots are piled together, which can be said to have turned the Night Watchman Forum upside down. Countless bigwigs were blown out. Professor Manstein, the chairman of the Discipline and Education Committee, originally jumped out and wanted to tell students not to pay attention to such boring things and to study hard. Unfortunately, his post was stepped on not long after it was published and no one could see it.

I won't care even if I see it.

Besides, the two biggest bosses in our school have been following this matter closely from the beginning.

"Young people are so energetic..." the old cowboy sighed, "Is this the situation you want to see?"

"I just want to give them space. Ten years ago, Cassel Academy was a military fortress. All the students at that time were well-trained soldiers, led by professors and commanders with rich experience, but we encountered setbacks." The principal said, "So I changed my strategy. What we need is not an army, but a leader, a person who is talented enough. He will become a true leader, a leader that even the Dragon King will be afraid of, just like my friend Menek Cassel. Geniuses cannot be disciplined. They need a certain amount of free space to grow."

"Is Mo Qiuran the child you chose?" asked the old cowboy.

"...No, maybe you won't believe me when I say this, but Caesar Gattuso was one of my options," the principal hesitated, "but Mo Qiuran never appeared in my plan. I didn't even know Mo Qiuran existed. He just popped up out of nowhere, like an accident."

"Surprise, or shock?"

"It's both. At least we know Norma is not completely reliable... and two of them appeared at once, Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang. One of them has no blood relatives at all, and the other's mother is a completely ordinary person, and the biological father has no trace. No other information can be found except the name," the principal whispered, "You should know what it means to be able to combine with an ordinary person to give birth to an A-level person."

"An unknown S-level is indeed very strange." The old cowboy frowned, then relaxed, "Who cares? Anyway, both of them are in your plan now, right?"

"That's true." The principal nodded.

"Why not guess what the future S-Class is doing now?" said the old cowboy.

"Who knows?" The principal shook his head. "Although we only had a brief contact, it's very strange... I don't find anything he does strange."

……

"I have already felt the evil of capitalism. It's so big, so soft, and so thoughtful..." Mo Qiuran threw himself on the dark green quilt of the lower bunk and sighed. Because his face was sunken in the quilt, his voice sounded muffled and very strange.

Chu Zihang ignored his ambiguous words and began to check the equipment in the dormitories to see if they could be used normally.

Perhaps because they came from the same place, their dormitories were also arranged in the same room, Room 1 in Area 302, a double dormitory. Coincidentally, Room 303 where Finkel was was right across the street.

As for why Mo Qiuran expressed such emotion...

Have you ever seen a dormitory that has a balcony, private bathroom, washing machine, dryer, air conditioner, fan, heater, wardrobe, Internet cable and WiFi, etc., from large floor-to-ceiling windows, solid wood floors, fabric sofas, and large TVs to mattresses and quilts made in advance?