Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 101 Principal's Office (410)

"It's a pity that speculation is only speculation after all." Mo Qiuran calmed down after being excited and excited, and even sighed a little frustrated. How could Chu Zihang feel that he was eager to hammer this fact and then meet a villain who wanted to make big things happen? The organization has become a deadly enemy, probably because they really think that by doing so, they will enjoy the standard treatment of the protagonist in the novel?

"It would be great if they were more daring to invade the school. According to past experience, such organizations usually come to give the protagonist money, beauty, experience and magic weapons." Mo Qiuran began to mutter.

Chu Zihang was silent, past experience... the experience in the novel?
Sure enough, this guy started to get nervous again!

……

late at night.

The autumn wind is gradually dyeing: [It is the second night of missing Sister Tang]

The little girl at the gate: [Have you read the information? 】

The autumn wind gradually dyed: [I read it, and I also analyzed a lot of information! 】

The girl at the gate: [A lot of information? 】

The autumn wind gradually dyed: [Yeah, I was like Sherlock Holmes possessed or cheating at the time... Oh no, I didn’t cheat]

The girl at the gate: [It doesn’t matter if you open it or not, this matter was originally left to you, because it involves a medicine that can purify the blood and two experiments that are extremely harmful and have extremely serious consequences, this organization has already been included in the list. The most threatening terrorist and extremist organizations are at the forefront, and all the mixed-race official forces will unite to target and search for them. If there is any relevant information, I will notify you as soon as possible]

The autumn wind gradually dyed: [I love you, Sister Tang! 】

The little girl at the gate: [Go to sleep! 】

The autumn wind gradually dyed: [Okay, good night, Miss Tang! 】

……

It is still the morning when white doves are flying, the sun is setting, and the dew on the tip of the grass reflects a charming halo. Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang are walking on the cobblestone path with melodious bells, and the poetic and picturesque scenery still exists. There is an incompatible existence - Fingel who is yawning all over the place.

"This is the second day in a row that I have heard the morning bell. It feels like I have returned to six years ago. At that time, I seemed to get up early every morning and run in the morning. When I heard the bell, I was sitting The exquisite bread in the cafeteria is early,” Fingel’s voice was full of melancholy memories, “Now I wake up when I hear the bell, it’s usually noon, and once even at night, and then I can only wake up in the cafeteria. I have eaten the cheapest pork knuckle and mashed potatoes or sauerkraut..."

"Senior, should you reflect on your own problems when you are in such a state," Mo Qiuran said, "For example, why are you so sleepy every morning even though you are a body-like speech-spirit enhancer... Don't tell me, senior, do you sleep every night?" Don't you sleep?"

"Yeah, the biological clock has been completely reversed." Fingel said weakly.

"It's okay, I have a very effective solution for your situation, senior, and it can be solved in a day!" Mo Qiuran said, "You can move to Asia!"

"Thank you, junior, for your perfect proposal, but I think at least I can afford a house and a meal here, and at least I have a means of making a living." Fingel said in a miserable way, "So I would rather stay up late. "

"Then it seems that we need to solve the problem from the root of it. Let me interview you. Senior, why did you stay up late?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"To earn money and pay off debts," Fingel wailed, "If it wasn't for your help from my junior, I wouldn't even see any hope, and as an excellent paparazzi, not an excellent news agency president, I need to help my junior. Brother, your reputation is the ultimate whitewashing service. It has always been my purpose to do things well after receiving the money, so last night I was on line with those people all night. This time I will not use the method of silence They debated with them to the point where they had nothing to say!"

"If I remember correctly, it seems that my reputation has deteriorated in the first place because of a wave of banning package operations from you, senior..." Mo Qiuran thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Is it because they have nothing to say because they decided to talk to seniors?" Are you offline solo?"

"You know that too!" Fingel was shocked.

"Senior, you didn't want to come to the principal's office at all before, but now you are eager to come to the principal's office with us as soon as possible. You can guess..." Mo Qiuran said.

"Student, don't talk nonsense. The principal has always been an existence I admire very much. It wasn't that I didn't want to come, but I felt that being able to come to the principal's office with my grades and credits was an insult to other students in the school. Do you know how many students work hard to be able to drink the principal's afternoon tea!" Fingel adjusted his slightly tight school uniform, "I even changed into a school uniform! This is enough to show my dedication to Respect to the Headmaster!"

"Emotions are so rich!" Mo Qiuran admired, "Senior, have you thought about this line for a long time?"

"Ahem...here we are!" Fingel coughed twice and chose to change the subject.

Indeed, the principal's office is not too far from the Hall of Valor. It is an inconspicuous two-storey building surrounded by trees. At first glance, it looks like an ordinary garage.

But Mo Qiuran felt that, given the delicacy of the headmaster, there should be something hidden in it. After all, even Fingel once said that the headmaster was the most flirty old man he had ever seen. How could a flirty old man have a simple room? What about the unassuming office?

So after knocking on the door and getting a reply of please come in, they entered the principal's office that the students of Kassel College dream of.

As expected, Mo Qiuran guessed right.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiuran guessed wrong again.

A correct guess means that there is indeed a hole in the office, and a wrong guess means that the layout in the office is not what Mo Qiuran thought.

Books, books everywhere.

The principal's office is not so much an office as it is a huge bookshelf. There is no partition between the first floor and the second floor, and it is completely opened, so it looks extra spacious. There is a huge skylight on the central patio, which is full of The green and yellow leaves are piled up, the morning sun shines in from the window, the warmth is not hot at all, besides the huge oil painting on the wall, there are high-to-the-top bookshelves, and there are sets of hardcover books on it, which are neat and pleasing to the eye, obsessive-compulsive disorder The Gospel, the bookshelf is equipped with high and low stairs and platforms, which is convenient for people to climb up and down or simply sit on the stairs and take out a book to start reading. At this time, you only need another cup of coffee, listening to soft music, and Appreciate the Bermuda lawn outside the window... that's two words - cozy.

"Like my office?" The old man on the chair behind the desk said with a smile. In front of him was a cup of steaming tea, and a small plate of delicate cranberry biscuits beside him, and an old-fashioned The radio looks like it can play tapes, and melodious singing is coming from it.

Headmaster Angers.

　This is the transition chapter...and one more chapter tonight!Next chapter 3E exam huskies are about to start pretending again!Of course, there must be accidents where there are huskies!Go, go, go!
　　
　
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