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

Promise to add more chapters: As everyone knows, the original plan was to add forty chapters, but later due to force majeure... only ten chapters were added, so there are still thirty chapters to go.

Tips and extra chapters: one extra chapter for each captain. Of course, the author of Sleeping Machine is not counted (ok, ok, I know that the authors who occupy the first and second places on the list are crappy authors). Currently, there are three big captains who have given rewards, namely [Da Shen De], [Dio Giorno], and [Heavy Sword Ruthless], so there will be three chapters in total!

So the total number is thirty-three chapters!

Sleeping Machine will try its best to pay it back within this month!

The reason why I can't guarantee it is because I still have to update the old book... The story of the old book has not been completed yet, because I set a flag that if it is less than 2 million words, I will have to live broadcast in women's clothing for a month (it is impossible for me to dress up as a woman)... I also promise to resume updating this month, and I have to write 4,000 words a day.

So the new book is expected to have three chapters a day, and we also have to save some manuscripts... In total, it's equivalent to tens of thousands a day.

It’s very difficult to bear, but you have to bear it even if you can’t!

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Chapter 105 Mo Qiuran: There is only one truth!

Just as Mo Qiuran was about to continue gnawing on the tasteless pig's trotter that he would rather throw away, he realized something was wrong because someone was watching him.

It would be fine if it was just one or two people, after all, Mo Qiuran would not be able to notice such a situation. Under normal circumstances, he is just an ordinary person. But when such a phenomenon appeared in most people in the cafeteria... any normal person would be able to notice it.

"This situation reminds me of Journey to the West. Now we are like two Tang Monks... I am in the state of Golden Chanzi, and you are in the state of Golden Chanzi's reincarnation." Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang said.

"Why is this happening?" Chu Zihang also noticed the sudden intensification of gazes, but he still had a calm face... and was chewing on a pig's trotter.

I have to say that Kassel College’s stewed pig’s trotters are really good and the taste is pretty good.

"Observe carefully, they are all playing on their phones or computers... Wait, are they serious about playing on the computer in the cafeteria? Is this guy just pretending to be cool?" Mo Qiuran complained a few times and then began to analyze rationally, "In short, most normal people like to check messages or something else while eating, and the place where Kassel College students are most active is..."

"Night Watchman Forum?" Chu Zihang said.

"That's right, the Night Watcher Forum," Mo Qiuran nodded. "There were already a lot of people looking at us, but suddenly there were so many more. It's obvious that they saw some news about us while browsing the posts, and it must be very shocking news."

"Results." Chu Zihang understood instantly.

"Yes, the thing that instantly attracted so many people's attention was our 3E test results, A and S. There's no need to mention S, and there are only about A's in the whole school." Mo Qiuran pushed up the non-existent glasses on his nose, and an inexplicable background music seemed to ignite in his ears, "So, there is only one truth!"

"Hey, you guys are here!"

A voice that was a bit flattering sounded at the side, and Finkel placed a plate full of pig's trotters and sauerkraut in front of the two of them. After sitting down, he breathed a sigh of relief, and couldn't wait to pick up a pig's trotter and put it in his mouth and took a big bite. He looked like he had been hungry for several days.

Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang stared at him in silence.

"...Ga?" Finkel, realizing something was wrong, wanted to speak, but because his mouth was full of meat, he could only make a strange sound that sounded like a duck.

"Another obvious feature is that the real murderer will usually return to the victim," Mo Qiuran sneered, "Senior, confess! Confessing the truth may earn you leniency!"

"Gulp..." Finkel tried hard to swallow the meat in his mouth, "What are you talking about, junior brother? What's the real murderer? You need evidence to speak!"

"That's great. It seems like it's time to register an account on the Night Watcher Forum and discuss the distribution of our interests again..." Mo Qiuran said slowly.

"I was wrong, junior!" Finkel surrendered instantly.

"So the reason so many people suddenly started paying attention to us is because you, senior, posted our 3E test results on the forum?" Mo Qiuran squinted at him.

"Junior, you are so predictable! It's true. Now the paid post has been downloaded like crazy! We are making a lot of money again!" Finkel waved his thick eyebrows. "News is time-sensitive, junior. The school will tell you about this sooner or later anyway. Why not let you announce it in advance? This way, you can make some money, right? My business acumen is top-notch!"

"That's right." Mo Qiuran nodded, "But do you have to help deal with the troubles that follow?"

"What trouble?" Finkel pretended to be dumb.

"That's the trouble that's coming now." Mo Qiuran said.

When Mo Qiuran said this, two students in school uniforms just walked into the cafeteria. One of them had a blank expression on his face, as calm as a monk, and the other had a formal smile on his face. Mo Qiuran was sure that they represented trouble because they paused at the door for half a second, then their eyes fixed on Mo Qiuran and they started to walk straight towards him.

"It's obvious that they are from the two largest social organizations in the school, the Lionheart Club and the Student Union. I remember that the person from the Student Union is the Minister of Foreign Affairs... Yes, you heard it right, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs." Finkel glanced over there with the pig's trotter and then turned to Mo Qiuran with a raised eyebrow and said, "Considering that I just used my mobile phone data to post a paid post on the Night Watcher Forum... They should be here to invite you and Chu Zihang to join them!"

"Thank you, senior, for saying so many useless things... So do you have any good suggestions? An introduction to these two clubs or recommendations for other better clubs, etc." Mo Qiuran asked.

"Of course, you can ask me anything you want to know in this school!" Finkel said proudly, "The Lionheart Club is like a group of ascetics. There are many troublesome rules. In their eyes, people should focus more on practice rather than enjoyment, so there are basically kendo clubs, fighting clubs, enlightenment clubs and the like. The student union... has more entertainment activities, social parties and social dances are often held, and there are music clubs, radio clubs, equestrian clubs, archery clubs and the like everywhere... What's more, their chairman is Emperor Gattuso, and in three words, he is not short of money!"

"That's the difference between Spartans and Romans." Mo Qiuran concluded.

"That's right, junior. Your metaphor is so vivid!" Finkel raised his greasy thumb because he was just chewing on a pig's trotter.

"This idiom is not used like this..." said Mo Qiuran.

"That's not important. Anyway, these two clubs are the largest clubs on campus. The others... basically there's nothing worth joining. Or you could consider joining our news club?" Finkel winked. "Our news club is full of young talents like me!"

"If that's the case, then don't consider it. I'm more worried that I won't fit in with young talents like you, senior." Mo Qiuran declined tactfully. We must be wary of the saying "birds of a feather flock together".

As they were talking, the two people with obvious differences had already come to Mo Qiuran's side, sitting opposite each other in the seats next to each other. Their competitive attitude was fully demonstrated from the beginning. Chu Zihang did not speak to Mo Qiuran directly or communicate with him, probably because he felt that disturbing him while he was eating was not a wise decision, but waiting was a sincere attitude.

Chapter 106: Mo Qiuran: I want to be the president of a news agency! Become the strongest reporter in history!

"So, senior, do you have any specific analysis and suggestions for these two student organizations?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Junior, you have given me a difficult problem... This kind of thing is very offensive..." Finkel said while wiping the sweat off his face.

"That depends on whether you choose to offend them or offend me..." Mo Qiuran sneered.

"If that's the case, then there's nothing we can do. I'm also under threat."

Finkel understood, and walked down the steps handed to him by Mo Qiuran, and then began to offer suggestions: "As I said before, the Lionheart Society has many rules and the atmosphere tends to be serious and silent, while the Student Union is relatively relaxed and entertaining, so you can choose according to your own personality... By the way, another point is that the Lionheart Society has a relatively long history, so there are more ancient books and materials to refer to, which will definitely be more helpful for supplementing knowledge and practice, and the Student Union... Other equestrian music and the like can be ignored, but who can refuse the ballet troupe composed of the best-looking girls in the school in the dance club?"

At this point, Finkel's two thick eyebrows began to twitch again.

The expressions of the Lionheart Club members and the Student Union members sitting next to them relaxed upon hearing this. Originally, when they heard that Mo Qiuran wanted Finkel to make suggestions, they instantly became serious. After all, they didn't know whether Finkel would favor one side or the other. But now, what Finkel said sounded very objective, and the advantages and disadvantages of both sides were clearly stated.

"Then senior, which one do you think is more suitable for us to join?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Junior brother, we have no grudges in the past or today, there is no need to do this!" Finkel was shocked.

"Oh, oh, it's just a suggestion. It won't have any impact, right?" The smile on Mo Qiuran's face looked like the devil from hell to Finkel.

"This is a matter for you to decide on your own. If I, as a senior, rashly offer advice, it will only interfere with your choice. Such behavior is wrong and shameful!" Finkel refused righteously, then stuffed the pig's trotter into his mouth to show that he had no desire to speak anymore.

……

"Hello, Mo and Chu. I'm George Hunter, the Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Student Union." The blond, blue-eyed man with a formal smile spoke first. If he changed his school uniform into a suit and tie, he would look more like a door-to-door salesman.

"Hello." Mo Qiuran nodded to him. Chu Zihang repeated the same action as Mo Qiuran, but did not speak. When Mo Qiuran was present, Chu Zihang would usually give him full authority... like a pendant.

But with Chu Zihang's ability, he should not be just a pendant, he should stand in an equally dazzling position, Mo Qiuran thought, and then he thought of what Finkel had said before, and he had an idea in his mind.

Mo Qiuran looked at the other person.

"Hello, Mo and Chu. I'm Abbas Blitz, the president of the Lionheart Fighting Club." said the expressionless man with brown hair, gray eyes and a blank face. He looked very strong and had a thick layer of calluses on his fists. You could tell at a glance that he was a training maniac, which was very consistent with the standards of the Lionheart Club.

At this time, several people were already walking on the path between the trees in the campus. Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang finished their meal first and left the cafeteria. Then people from the Lionheart Club and the Student Union followed them out. Finkel still stayed there, struggling with his large plate of stewed pig's trotters.

However, Mo Qiuran estimated that at this time he himself or one of his men had hidden in a corner and started taking pictures with a professional camera... This is the routine used by all paparazzi!

"You don't need to tell me why you're here. Are you recruiting people?" Mo Qiuran chose to make a quick decision. He looked at George Hunter from the Student Union, "Isn't Senior Caesar the current President of the Student Union?"

"Yes, that's right." George replied with a smile, "But Chairman Caesar thinks..."

"I have always been kind to others and never like to fight. But if I am asked to join the Student Union and not be the president, I am not very comfortable with it. And if that is the case, it would be too unfriendly to Senior Caesar. After all, we have no grudges in the past or present, so I will not consider joining the Student Union." Mo Qiuran interrupted him directly.

George, who had been wearing a formulaic smile, froze... Not to mention that Mo Qiuran didn't play by the rules and didn't listen to any treatment and just refused directly, isn't the "not good at fighting" in his words a bit too much of a lie?

Brother, have you forgotten what you did two days ago? !

Or does it mean that slapping a campus celebrity in the face on the first day of school is not provoking in your eyes? Are you serious about saying there is no grudge in the past and no hatred in the present?

Mo Qiuran ignored George's facial expression and psychological reaction. After he finished speaking, he looked at Blitz from the Lionheart Club. "But I won't consider the Lionheart Club either, because according to Senior Finger's description, I don't like the atmosphere there very much."

"I understand." Blitzcrank nodded calmly. This was actually something he had expected. Sometimes one could tell a person's character by looking at his face. The moment Blitzcrank saw Mo Qiuran, he already knew that his hope of recruiting him was dashed.

"But I also heard that your Lionheart Club has been overwhelmed by the Student Union recently," Mo Qiuran smiled and patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, "How about I recommend someone to you? A-level, it's time to change the president of the Lionheart Club, right? As long as he becomes the president of the Lionheart Club, your Lionheart Club will be able to compete with the Student Union!"

Chu Zihang glanced at him, but did not object.

"The election of the Lionheart Club's president requires..." Blitz was stunned and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Mo Qiuran with a wave of his hand.

"No, what I mean is not to directly appoint him, but to let him join and then participate in the election, then he will be the new president of the Lionheart Club." Mo Qiuran's tone sounded like he was stating an established fact.

"The Lionheart Club welcomes all capable people. I will report to the president immediately. Student Chu may be required to go to the Lionheart Club at that time." Blitzcrank said, looking at Chu Zihang with a hint of appreciation. The strong will not lie, because there is no need. There is no doubt that in Blitzcrank's eyes, Mo Qiuran is a strong man, and anyone who can be recognized by him must also be a strong man!

It just so happens that it seems like Chu Zihang is a good fit for the Lionheart Club!

"I will go." Chu Zihang nodded.

After saying this, Chu Zihang always felt a little weird.

What is this feeling of being sold out and yet being willing to maybe even help count the money?

"Then... what about you, Mr. Mo?" George on the side finally couldn't help asking, "If you don't plan to join the Lionheart Club and the Student Union..."

"The school doesn't just have the Lionheart Club and the Student Union," Mo Qiuran smiled, "I think being the president of the school news club is also a good choice!"

Chapter 107: Finkel suffers the consequences of his actions, Mo Chu seeks out the Night Watchman

Finkel, who was gnawing on a pig's trotter in the cafeteria, froze in place as if he had been struck by a spell.

All because of a long string of messages his little brother had just sent him -

"Fuck, boss, you are so awesome. You directly let the S-class kick the Lionheart Society and the Student Union and then come to our news agency! This way, our news agency will be so awesome! But the sacrifice you made for this is really too great. You even plan to give up your position as the president. We, your subordinates, will miss you!

When will S-Class take office? Do we need to prepare a welcoming ceremony? Wow, it's exciting to think about the prosperous prospects of our news agency after S-Class arrives. Maybe there will be junior girls attracted by S-Class to join us in the future. As the scale expands, our news agency can be upgraded to a news club? It sounds a bit strange. Should we change the name by then..."

Finkel: “???”

Where did this backstab come from? Whose subordinate are you? Where did this news come from? You are thinking too far ahead! Have you already started to think about changing the name? Who taught you this top-notch associative ability?

Oh, it seems to be me, then it's okay.

Weird!

This was the first time that Fingle ate the melon and ended up eating himself!

Finkel quickly finished the pig's trotter, put down the plate and left the cafeteria. He just took out his phone when he received another message from his younger brother - "Boss, can you take a look at the title and content of this post?"

There was a file attached below. Finkel clicked it with no expectation at all and then his eyes twitched wildly... mainly his right eye.

Finkel knew that if the left eye twitched, it would bring good luck, but if the right eye twitched, it would bring disaster.

The title of the file is the prepared post title, and the title I came up with is - [Shock! S-class successively rejected the Lionheart Society and the Student Union to join the News Agency! The great sacrifice of the former president of the News Agency, Finkel! ]

All right.

Finkel understood that when he saw this, the content was no longer important.

What's important is where to choose your cemetery next year...

I, Fingel, am still alive and well and have not died!

Where did you learn this kind of lying with open eyes?

With a heavy heart, Finkel sent a message to his younger brother: "Will you enter the goal with your left foot or your right foot first today?"

"I don't remember, boss. Why are you asking this?" the younger brother asked.

"Don't remember? Then you're fired because you can't remember whether your left foot or your right foot went through the door first!"

"No, boss! I remember it was my left foot!"

"That means he was fired because his left foot entered the door first!"

"I remembered it wrong, boss. It's the right foot!"

"That means you were fired for walking in with your right foot first!"

……

While Finkel was tasting the bitter fruit he had brewed over the years, Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang had already arrived at the church bell tower.

When they went to take the 3E exam in the morning, the principal mentioned that the vice-principal wanted to see them for something, and they could just go to the clock tower whenever they were free. There was no time limit, so as soon as they solved the club problem, Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang came over here.

The church is a typical medieval European-style building, there will be no other like it, after all, there is no such thing in other places. If it were placed in China, similar things would be called City God Temple or Land God Temple. Mo Qiuran said that people who live in such places are either legendary hermits or magical and weird things, anyway, they are not normal people.

"I'm perfectly normal! The reason I'm here is because of the suppression of that old bitch! As the vice-principal, I've always been suppressed by him, the principal, and I can't turn over. As long as you are willing to join my camp and help me seize the position of principal, I promise you the position of lifeguard in the swimsuit swimming competition afterwards!"