Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 105 Principal Angers: Dragon meat... can I eat it? (810)

Principal's office.

The white bone china cup contained glowing tea, and the bone china plate next to it was replaced by muffins sprinkled with rose dew.

In Kassel College, it is a great honor for the students to have afternoon tea with the principal. Although this time it should be called morning tea in terms of time, the focus is on the principal rather than afternoon tea.

At this time, Fingel, who was left to drink tea with the principal, was a different kind. For him, this matter was more like torture than enjoyment. This can be seen from the bead of sweat on his forehead from time to time. I can tell.

He didn't dare to meet Principal Ange's eyes at all, and kept lingering on the bone china cup in front of him and the thick kraft paper bag in the principal's hand.

Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang are no longer here. There are only the principal and Finger in the principal's office. The main reason is that Mo Qiuran kept yelling that he was about to starve to death, so the principal thoughtfully let them leave first... Although in Finger From Er's point of view, it was probably this ghostly ghost's junior who saw something and then made an excuse.

"Student Fingal." The headmaster said after taking a sip of tea.

"Yes, yes!" Fingel nodded immediately.

"First-year course, all A's, second-year course, all A's, third-year course, all A's," the principal took the documents out of the kraft paper bag, laid them out on the table, and looked up at Fingel, " This is an achievement that very few students in history have been able to achieve."

"Haha, I was full of energy when I was young..." Fingel scratched his head and said haha.

"It's not a very good idea to say that you are old in front of an old man who is over 130 years old." The principal bowed his head and divided the report card into two piles, "Your grades in the next three years are also very few students can The grades achieved, I mean, are all the lowest E... Oh, and there was another time when I was absent from the exam because... I accidentally fell asleep?"

"Stay up late..." Fingal said sarcastically.

"As an educator, I have always paid close attention to my students, so after noticing this, I immediately investigated something... Do I need to go on?" The headmaster seemed to have no intention of going around with Fingel anymore. , staring at him and said slowly.

"No need." Fingel's face darkened suddenly, and he didn't know what he thought of.

"Very well, I don't like oppressing students. Since you want to stay in the school, there is a reason why you want to stay here. As long as the reason is not to destroy the cause of dragon slaying, I will not pursue it," the principal nodded. "But as the price of not pursuing it, I want you to do me a favor."

"Is there anything I can do to help you, principal?" Fingel heaved a sigh of relief, and he seemed to be able to speak bad words when he relaxed, "I'm very good at journalism! If you have anything to say, Principal You only need one order for whitewashing or building momentum! Free business, the kind that is absolutely dedicated!"

"That's not necessary," the principal smiled. "I need you to stay until the eighth grade and help me take care of a new student. As a principal, I am not suitable for such a thing."

"Eighth grade..." The corners of Fingel's eyes twitched, "Principal, are you kidding me, aren't you, is that the next class of Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang? What will happen after more than a year?"

"That's right. Speaking of which, classmate Mo Qiuran has some relationship with that person," the principal nodded, "I think you two should be able to chat very well."

"Listen to what you mean, principal..." Fingel asked tentatively, "Is he your illegitimate son?"

"No, I don't have any blood relationship with him, I just know their parents." The principal said.

"Relationship household!" Fingel understood, "Principal, don't worry, be a dog's leg... Ah no, I am the best at taking care of people! Guaranteed to have everything from body to mind!"

"This care is not exactly care," the principal shook his head and whispered, "while protecting him, monitor him."

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"Then, goodbye, principal?" Fingel got up and was about to leave. He didn't know what the principal had said to him during the communication just now.

"Goodbye, student Fingal, and remember, don't spread the contents of the 3E exam papers about what you saw." The principal nodded slightly.

"Principal, don't worry, what we journalists know best is what to say and what not to say!" Fingel nodded his head.

After watching Finger leave and closing the office door, the headmaster's gaze stayed on the two 3E exam papers left by Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran.

"God King Odin..." The headmaster frowned.

Pausing for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, the principal turned over the picture and saw Mo Qiuran's answer sheet.

It was a picture that looked even warm. A strong man in heavy armor was grilling meat over the fire. His proud expression seemed to be showing off his barbecue skills. Next to him was a man who seemed to be drooling, The look of anticipation on his face was completely undisguised.

If one ignores the towering dragon corpse beside them and the obvious wound on it.

The principal watched Mo Qiuran draw this painting, but he had a premonition that no matter how many times he saw this painting, he would be shocked.

So he took out his cell phone and made a call.

After a while, the phone was connected, and an obviously drunken voice came from inside, "Hello? Why are you calling me so early in the morning, you old slut?"

"I have some questions about the dragon family and I want to consult you." The principal said.

"Even you don't know? What's the problem?" the vice principal on the other side of the phone said after taking a sip of whiskey.

"Dragon meat," the headmaster asked word by word, "can I eat it?"

There was a dead silence on the phone, and then there were two footsteps, and then the voice of the old cowboy vice principal came again, "Isn't today April Fool's Day?"

"I'm not kidding you." The principal said helplessly.

"You old slut is finally thinking about it and planning to commit suicide? Then I can take over? I want to hold swimsuit competitions every day!" the vice principal said excitedly.

"Mo Qiuran," said the principal, "his spiritual vision...is that two people are grilling dragon meat."

"..." The vice-principal was silent again, and then said dryly, "Oh...that's really young and frivolous."

"One of them was himself," said the principal.

"Could it be him who scribbled?" The vice-principal gave a guess that he thought was absurd.

"His companion Chu Zihang drew Odin." The principal ignored him and continued.

"With the foreshadowing in front of me, when I heard the news, I actually felt like it was the same thing," the vice-principal took a sip of alcohol, but this time it didn't seem like alcoholism, but more like trying to suppress the shock in his heart , "Bring the picture here!"

　The sleeping machine is so tiring...but there are still two chapters...you have to finish coding if you stay up late!A little bit of delay shouldn't matter too much...Come on!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)