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

Then Professor Schneider called the three-person team of Mo Qiuran, Chu Zihang and Caesar to a separate carriage, saying that there were some things he needed to explain.

This behavior, which was similar to giving special treatment in a blatant manner, did not make the other students feel anything. After all, if we were to say who really contributed to this war internship class, it was only these three people.

"Seal?" Mo Qiuran raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, it's sealed. As for the specific reason, you may need to go to the principal's office after returning to school... Calculating the time, it's just afternoon tea." Professor Schneider nodded.

"We?" Caesar asked.

"That's right, you guys," Professor Schneider waved his hand, his silver-gray eyes revealing obvious fatigue. It can be seen that he probably didn't get much rest yesterday in order to deal with the follow-up matters. "Principal Ange will talk to you... Go and enjoy the cheers. By the way, the three of you have A grades in the war practice class."

"What about us two? Can we get good grades just by auditing the class?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"This score will be counted when you enroll next semester," Professor Schneider replied.

"It seems that we will definitely take the first and second place in credits next semester. From a certain perspective, this is a good thing." Mo Qiuran stood up. "Goodbye, take good rest, Professor Schneider."

Chu Zihang and Caesar also stood up. Caesar frowned. Why did he feel like a follower?

Professor Schneider nodded and watched them leave.

Then he took out a hard drive from a bag nearby.

The hard drive contains the final backup of all the videos. This material alone is enough to make the secret party go to great lengths against Mo Qiuran, and they will not stop until he is sent to the dissection table in the laboratory.

As for why Professor Schneider had kept a copy even though he had told the principal that he had completely destroyed all the information...

"Kacha!"

Professor Schneider calmly swept the completely shredded hard drive into a bag and threw it into the trash can.

Whatever the reason was, it no longer mattered now. The last piece of physical evidence had disappeared in Professor Schneider's iron hands.

I didn't want to do that, but he told me to get some rest.

……

"Junior, I miss you so much!" The mean voice coupled with the face that tried hard to make a sincere expression made people want to punch him.

So Mo Qiuran did just that.

"Help! Senior is being murdered!" Finkel screamed, attracting the attention of many students on the train platform. If it were someone with a socially awkward personality, they would probably have let him go in this situation... But who is Mo Qiuran!

He is a deep-seated chuunibyou patient who dares to recite such chuunibyou lines in front of so many people!

There is no embarrassment in his dictionary!

So in the end Mo Qiuran successfully forced Finkel into a corner. Finkel tried his best to shrink his body, but... with his huge size, he couldn't shrink any further.

Mo Qiuran approached with a "hehe" laugh, rubbing his hands together and looking around as if he was thinking about where to start.

"Junior, please let me die knowing full well!" Finkel said with a look of grief and indignation. "During the time when you were on a mission, I worked hard to run our word-of-mouth operation and information sales business..."

“Yeah, that’s what I wanted to ask, senior, what’s the matter with your [Shocking, an S-class has fallen to street performing] and [Breaking! Emperor Gattuso’s surrender]? It seems very provocative!” Mo Qiuran stared at him. Well, there should be no problem using the body of Word Spirit·Bronze Throne as a sandbag!

Caesar on the side also nodded with a stern expression. He saw the post when he returned to the school forum. The first one was a photo of him, Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran walking on the street at a slightly backward angle. Later, Caesar thought about it and thought it was probably taken when they returned to the accommodation... It really looked like that!

"So you actually have connections in the executive department?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"As a sixth grader, of course my network is very deep!" Finkel said complacently.

"Aren't I praising you now?" Mo Qiuran was speechless.

"Paparazzi news... they just write about the most sensational things... Wait, junior, what is your relationship..." Finkel's keen sense of smell made him realize something.

"I won't challenge Mo Qiuran until I'm sure of victory, because he's much stronger than me," Caesar looked at Finkel, "but don't make up stories about this."

"I understand! We journalists are the most bullying and fearful of the strong!" Finkel immediately swore to the sky.

"Is it so stress-free to say such things..." Caesar was shocked by Finkel's shamelessness.

"Keep calm, this guy's bottom line is beyond your imagination. If I must describe it, it's probably like digging another 100 meters into the ice cellar," said Mo Qiuran, then looked at Chu Zihang and Caesar, his eyes suddenly lit up, "But senior, you can publish the news like this, saying that Chu Zihang will compete for the position of the president of the Lionheart Club and compete with Caesar!"

"Junior, you are my lucky star!" Finkel said with gratitude.

"By the way, senior, what are you doing here?" Mo Qiuran suddenly realized the problem and asked.

According to Finkel's habit, he would never get out of bed as long as he could stay in the dormitory!

"Of course it's to welcome your triumphant return, fellow students!" Finkel answered without hesitation.

"speak English!"

"I'll take you to see the principal..."

ps: There will be another update later

Chapter 127: Bring your own food to the principal's office for afternoon tea

"Senior, please turn yourself in." Mo Qiuran said seriously.

"Why?" Finkel was confused.

"Surely this car doesn't belong to you, senior?" Mo Qiuran pointed to the car in front of him.

"It's indeed not... This is the principal's car, but he asked me to help him pick you up. He can't ask me to run over here and then carry you back one by one, right?" Finkel argued.

"I still prefer the Bugatti Veyron and am planning to buy one," said Kaiser.

"Sports cars are good, but they can only hold two people. If it's a sports car, where would the remaining two people sit? On the hood?" Finkel said earnestly, "Junior, you have to consider practicality!"

"Not many people are qualified to ride in my car." Caesar said calmly. His tone was really calm. It sounded like he was stating a fact, and he exuded a domineering aura.

"I suggest you not say such things in front of him, otherwise a post with the title [Emperor Gattuso: The principal's mistake is that there are too many people who are qualified to ride in his car] might appear on the road," said Mo Qiuran.

Caesar was shocked. Could it be that what he just said had such a meaning?

"Junior, you are really a worm in my stomach!" Finkel sighed, "Now I can safely hand over the position of the news agency president to you. As a president who has witnessed its establishment, development, and progress to this point, my feelings at this moment are really indescribable..."

"Senior, your metaphor is very good. Don't use it next time," Mo Qiuran said, "and don't pretend anymore. I will definitely hang you on the wall. Just rest assured about this!"

"It's a photo, a photo!" Finkel added quickly.

From the CC11000 train platform of Kassel College to the main gate of Kassel College, one needs to pass through a winding mountain road. From the main gate of Kassel College to the principal's office, one needs to pass through... the cafeteria.

"I suddenly realized a very serious problem," Mo Qiuran said, "Although the principal invited us over for afternoon tea, with those cookies... it should just be a show."

"I agree, afternoon tea should include lobster, roast goose, steak and so on!" said Finkel.

"You're talking about midnight snack!" Mo Qiuran retorted, "Anyway, I'm a little hungry."

"Me too." Finkel nodded.

"In that case, why don't we go to the cafeteria first?" Mo Qiuran didn't argue with him this time.

"It's not a good idea to keep the principal waiting too long, right?" Caesar couldn't help but say.

In fact, he is the only person here who has never had afternoon tea with the principal, and Principal Ange is worthy of being called the number one mixed-race person. Although Caesar is arrogant, when faced with the opportunity to have afternoon tea with the principal... he is still a little excited.

Although he himself might not even be aware of this little excitement.

"That makes sense. Then let's pack it up and take it over to invite the principal to eat together!" Mo Qiuran thought for a moment and nodded.

Caesar: “???”

"Good idea! I appreciate your choice, junior brother!" Finkel agreed, as if he was eager to create chaos.

As for Chu Zihang...it wasn't unexpected anyway, so he didn't comment.

"Two to one, one option vote, the proposal is passed!" Mo Qiuran waved his hand and announced that the action of "bring your own food to the principal's office for afternoon tea" had officially begun.

……

There was a knock on the door, and a flattering voice came from Finkel: "Principal, I've brought someone here for you~"

"Please come in." Angers said as he put aside the thick book in his hand.

Then he saw the office door being pushed open, Mo Qiuran walked in at the front, Caesar and Chu Zihang in the middle, and Finkel at the end... That is, it was a little different from what he expected.

There's something more.

"What you are holding is..." Angé looked at the plastic bag they were holding, and all the prepared opening remarks suddenly became meaningless.

"This is food from the cafeteria!" Mo Qiuran raised the plastic bag in his hand and handed it forward, as if he was afraid that Angé couldn't see clearly. "We heard that you were going to have afternoon tea with us, so we bought some when we passed by the cafeteria on the way. When the cafeteria aunt heard that these foods were for you, the principal, her hand tremors were cured, and she specially selected the largest and best quality pork elbows!"

"Oh... this is really... unexpected." Ange said dryly, thinking that the principal's name is to give a bigger pork elbow? And when did the cafeteria aunt have a hand tremor problem?

"Hey, is afternoon tea in foreign countries different from ours?" Mo Qiuran asked, tilting his head.

"It seems that the difference is quite big at the moment..." Principal Angers looked at the pile of food that had completely dispersed the scent of tea that had permeated the office for a long time and fell into deep thought. He had been the principal for so many years, and this was the first time that someone had brought their own food for afternoon tea!

Finally, Mo Qiuran and the others sat down in the principal's office, with a table full of various foods between them and Angers, including pastries, pork knuckles and so on. The card swiping business was still handled by Caesar. The aroma of various foods filled the principal's office. Angers was hesitating whether to ask Mo Qiuran and the others what kind of tea they wanted to drink as originally planned. According to the plan, he could take this opportunity to show the young people his rich tea collection and then take the opportunity to reminisce some stories and then develop the topic of today's conversation. In this way, everything seemed natural and extremely easy-going, which was conducive to the topic.

But if he asked now, Principal Angers felt that the S-level Mo Qiuran in front of him would probably give him another surprise, such as saying something shocking like "What kind of tea do you like? I like milk tea!"

This guy is really capable of anything! Ange confirmed this, and it was definitely him who took the lead in bringing food to the principal's office for afternoon tea!

Can I only say that he is worthy of being an S-level genius? Angé thought that it was understandable that a sufficiently talented person would have some strange behaviors and habits, because he had the capital to do so.

While he was hesitating, Finkel knocked on the door and brought a dozen iced Cokes... So Principal Angers breathed a sigh of relief and directly gave up the idea of ​​asking if he wanted tea.

……

"I haven't been to the cafeteria to eat for a long time. It seems the food is quite good." Principal Angers said with a smile.

Although things were slightly out of control, Principal Angers did not care. He had enough patience for outstanding young people.

Those who are not excellent cannot come here.

"Then let's start the afternoon tea session! Principal, would you like some too? We bought a lot! If it doesn't work, we can just ask Senior Finkel to make another trip!" Mo Qiuran looked drooling.

Principal Angers: “…”

Chapter 128: I was inexplicably eating gigolo food... It tastes so good!

The principal's office, which was supposed to be sunny, fragrant with tea and deep and elegant, was hit by a catastrophe.

The smell of marinated sauce, pickled vegetables and grease dispelled it all, but the problem is... they were really delicious.

As a man over 130 years old, Principal Angers has no concerns about food. According to Finkel, the principal spends a huge amount of money every year on private cruise vacations and picking up girls... Although the credibility of this is questionable, he is definitely in good health!

After a hearty meal, Mo Qiuran and the other two cleaned up all the garbage and drank tons of Coke contentedly. Principal Angers also gave up his cabinet full of various famous teas and drank Coke like them. This conversation that was originally supposed to be called afternoon tea turned into a real "afternoon tea", but no one thought it was wrong.

Maybe it’s because this can bring them closer together, just like when you go to a high-end business restaurant with people in suits and ties talking about high-end topics, you will definitely not be as close as when you go to a street stall to eat skewers and drink beer.

"I really envy the vitality of you young people..." Principal Angers sighed.

"Principal, you eat no less than us!" Mo Qiuran finished the last sip of Coke.

"I haven't had afternoon tea like this for a long time." Principal Angers said with a chuckle.

"Aren't we the first students to do this? How surprising," Mo Qiuran said with an interested look on his face, "I have a feeling I'll be able to get along well with him!"

So you also know that what you did was outrageous... Caesar thought to himself.

Chu Zihang remained calm.

"You are indeed the first student to do this. As for the person I mentioned... he is a friend of mine." Principal Ange's eyes became deep, as if covered by a heavy mist, and he whispered, "A friend who has fallen asleep."

Just as Mo Qiuran and the other two were silently preparing to be qualified listeners, the clouds in Principal Angers' eyes dissipated again, as if the person in front of him today was not the right person when the clouds collapsed.

"Of course, such a sunny day is not the right time to talk about this kind of thing, so this story may have to be left for later." Principal Angers quickly adjusted himself and smiled gently, "So let's talk about this war practice class."

"Do you want it to be simple or complicated?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"...How do you classify things like this as simple and complex?" Principal Angers asked in confusion.

"The simple thing is that we solved all the enemies in no time. The complicated thing is... ahem!" Mo Qiuran cleared his throat. "It was a day when the moon was bright and the night was pleasant. The gentle evening breeze was blowing gently..."

"Stop!" Principal Ange immediately interrupted the class, looking annoyed. "I have no intention of listening to the book... and everything that happened has been summarized by Professor Schneider. Combined with Norma's information, I have restored all the circumstances at the scene."

"Oh... but actually pure text is very attractive, with a charm that is unique from video..." Mo Qiuran tried to convince Principal Angers.

"If you want to discuss literature-related issues, as the principal, I can introduce you to the professors of the Department of Dragon History in the school. They are all masters in literature." Principal Ange blinked, "For example, the book you wrote The novel, I remember the name is..."

"I was wrong, Principal! Just ask me, I will answer any questions I have!" Mo Qiuran admitted his mistake on the spot.

"About your words." Principal Angers did not intend to beat around the bush and said directly.

After saying that, he looked at Chu Zihang and Caesar again. It was obvious that Caesar and Chu Zihang became serious in an instant and concentrated all their energy, while Mo Qiuran... he was still relaxed.

"There are very few people who can rely on the strength of their human bodies to crush the hybrids who have transformed into dragons and the fallen Deadpools. They are so few that they can't be any rarer. But it's not impossible for an S-level bloodline to do this," Principal Angers' eyes met Mo Qiuran's again, "but when the three of you acted together later... using the power of the spirit to fight against the spiritual words... this is a little difficult to explain.

Fortunately, there were only three of you present at the time, and the Executive Department also processed all the surveillance videos afterwards. Even if the people from the [Perfect Evolution] organization passed the information on in the end, as long as there is no relevant witness or evidence, you don’t have to worry about encountering any problems. "