Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 110 Finger suffers the consequences, Mo Chu finds the night watchman

Fingel, who was gnawing pig's trotters in the cafeteria, froze in place as if under a spell.

All because of the long string of messages his little brother just sent him——

"Fuck, boss, you are so awesome, you just let S-level kick the Lionheart Club and the Student Union and then come to our news agency! This way, our news agency is going to be so awesome! It's just that the sacrifice you made for this is too great, boss, and you actually plan to give up your position as the president. We, the younger brothers, will miss you!
When will the S class take office?Do we need to prepare some welcome ceremony?Wow, just thinking about the prosperous prospects of our news agency after the arrival of the S-level is exciting. Maybe in the future, there will be schoolgirls attracted by the S-level. As the scale expands, our news agency can be upgraded to a press conference?It sounds a bit strange, should I change my name by then..."

Fingel: "???"

Where did this backstab come from?Whose little brother are you!Where did this news come from!Think too far!Have you already started to think about changing your name?Who taught you this top association ability!

Oh, it seems to be myself, that's all right.

Weird!

This is the first time Fingel eats melon and eats himself!
Fingel settled the pig's trotters three times, five times and two times, and left the cafeteria after putting away the dinner plate. Just as he took out his mobile phone, he received another message from his younger brother—"Boss, can you see the title and content of this post?" ?”

There is a file attached below. Fingel clicked on it with no expectation at all, and then the corners of his eyes twitched crazily...mainly his right eye.

Fingel knows the saying that the left eye jumps rich and the right eye jumps disaster.

The title of the file is the title of the prepared post, and the title this little guy proposed is—[Shocked! The S-class rejected the Lionheart Club and the Student Council to join the news agency in a row!Great sacrifice from Fingel, the former president of the news agency! 】

All right.

Fingel understands that when he sees this, the content is no longer important.

The important thing is where I should choose my cemetery for the coming year...

I, Finger, are still alive and well without sacrifice, hey!

Where did you learn to talk nonsense with your eyes open!

After picking up his heavy heart, Finger sent a message to his younger brother: "Are you going to the door with your left foot or your right foot 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 it was the left foot or the right foot first!"

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

"That's why I was fired for going in with my left foot!"

"I misremembered the boss, it's the right foot!"

"That is to be dismissed because the right foot goes in the door!"

……

While Finger was tasting the bitter fruit he had brewed for so many years, Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang had already arrived at the bell tower of the church.

When they went to take the 3E exam in the morning, the principal mentioned that the vice-principal had something to do with them. If they had time, they could go to the Bell Tower to look for it. There was no time limit, so Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang would go here as soon as the club problem was solved. The side is coming.

The church is a typical medieval European-style building, and there will be no other ones. After all, there is no such thing in other places. If it is placed in China, it is called Chenghuang Temple or Earth Temple. Mo Qiuran said that he lived in such a place People are either legendary hermits or magical and weird things, and they will not be normal people anyway.

"I can't be more normal! The reason why I stay here is because of the suppression of that old slut! As the vice principal, I have been oppressed by him as the principal, as long as you are willing to join my camp and help me win the principal Afterwards, I promise you the position of lifeguard in the swimsuit swimming competition!"

As soon as Mo Qiuran's voice fell, the door of the bell tower was pushed open with a "boom", and a man dressed as an old cowboy leaned on the door that opened with a bang and said so.

After thinking for a while, Mo Qiuran showed a shocked expression on his face and said: "Has the internal factional struggle in the school become so serious now? It's really terrible. In fact, we are all vice principals. A person who can turn from the dark to the bright, but the conditions you offer don't seem to be too tempting."

Chu Zihang remained silent, just staring at the half-filled bottle of whiskey that the old cowboy was holding in his hand... In fact, you don’t need this to know that the old cowboy is drinking heavily, because the smell of alcohol can be felt even five meters away. It was a feeling that was rushing towards his face, which made Chu Zihang unavoidably worried whether the vice principal in such a state could still carry out the things the principal had said about the research on the dragon race.

"What? Isn't that attractive enough? Lifeguards are the ones who can justifiably get in touch with the most beauties in the swimsuit competition!" said the old cowboy.

"But we can do such things even if we are not lifeguards..." Mo Qiuran spread his hands, "And we all already have someone we like, and we have no chance with the vast forest."

"It's not good for a young man to hang himself from a tree so early! You haven't seen the beauty of the lush and lush forest in the world of flowers!" The old cowboy persuaded with the tone of someone who has experienced it.

"I can't help it. The tree I'm looking for is probably the only one that has lost her husband and hasn't divorced..." Mo Qiuran laughed loudly, and then pointed at Chu Zihang, "As for him, with your experience as the vice principal Maybe you can tell how difficult it is to look at a girl!"

"Indeed, I don't know what kind of strange woman can make this kind of wood fall in love..." The headmaster nodded and agreed with her words, and the two of them chatted like this since it was the first time they met but they were so acquainted... ...But Chu Zihang doesn't seem to be very strange.

And this vice-principal feels...why is it so familiar?
"Hey, it seems that I can only slowly kill that old slut..." The old cowboy sighed with emotion.

"Vice principal, aren't you older than the principal?" Mo Qiuran gave a kind reminder.

"You don't understand this. Being older than him doesn't necessarily mean that I will go ahead of him. After all, I am... Gulu... I pay great attention to health preservation!" Big mouthful of whiskey.

Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang looked at the extremely obvious 46 on the whiskey bottle at the same time.

Although there is still a big gap compared with the 96-degree Maozi specialty of "Water of Life"...but it is still considered strong alcohol, and the way you drink it seems to have nothing to do with health preservation!The two thought to themselves.

"But now I still have to help him work... hiccup... let's go! I'll take you to the ice cellar!" the old cowboy hiccupped generously.

　The sleeping machine has relatives here...you should still drink at night, but don't worry, there is still a chapter to be written even if you stay up late!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)