Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 73 Trading
"Professor Schneider also said that we met on the battlefield, let me teach you how to use a sword," Fingel said vaguely, "Now it seems that there is no need to teach how to use a sword, because you bring your own cannon!"

"Senior, we have a lot to learn," Mo Qiuran said solemnly, "For example, your ability to collect intelligence..."

"This is my ability to take care of the house!" Fingle suddenly became vigilant, like a dog protecting food.

"How much more?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Oh, how embarrassing! Do you think I look like the kind of person who is desperate for the benefit?" Fingel instantly changed into a smiling expression.

"That's right, you are!" Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran thought to themselves.

"Ahem... Juniors, you just need to grant me some rights... such as portrait rights and news rights..." Fingel said still vaguely, stretching out his right hand and opening his palm, "We will benefit from everything [-]% to [-]%! Only in this way can I boldly pass on what I have learned all my life to you!"

"Qisan is going too far." Mo Qiuran said with a cold face.

"Six Fourth?" Fingel probed, and when he saw that Mo Qiuran's face remained unchanged, his face became ruthless, "Five five, five five lines!"

"Five-five is fine, I like five-five." Mo Qiuran smiled instantly, "Then it's settled!"

"Deal!" Fingel's face hurts.

Chu Zihang didn't say a word during the whole process, although the deal between Mo Qiuran and Finger also included his portrait rights and news rights... But anyway, he didn't care about such things, and Mo Qiuran's plans were always better than his More, please ask again when you have a chance.

Now his avatar is a wallet for frying steak and eating beef.

The steaming heat turned into a cloud of white mist under the bright yellow light, and was sucked away like a winding snake. The red and white beef was placed on the hot stone slab, and it suddenly sizzled. After a while, the hot oil flows down the full texture, exuding an attractive fragrance.

Then it was quickly forked, cut, dipped in black pepper sauce, stuffed into the mouth, and swallowed like a wolf.

This kind of situation happened to Mo Qiuran and Finger at the same time. Their roasting speed couldn't keep up with their eating speed. The two seemed to be competing with who could eat faster and more. Fortunately, it was the customer himself. The self-service mode of grilling, otherwise other guests may have to wait.

"It only costs fifty dollars and you can eat it freely. Isn't that much better than those steaks that are thousands of dollars?" Fingel said triumphantly.

"It's really good!" Mo Qiuran swallowed the beef in his mouth. The hunger in his stomach has been relieved a lot, but there is still a long way to go before he is full.

This is the sequelae after using the projection, but there is something different in that this time Mo Qiuran is not as sleepy as last time.

"Could it be because there's not too much activity?" Mo Qiuran pondered while eating, "Last time I used the temporary projection of the sword-wielding man to fight with Jiu Toku Mai, but this time I only used the ice-cold one." power, so you won’t get sleepy?”

Since his golden finger didn't elaborate and he didn't have an artificial mental retardation, Mo Qiuran could only guess everything by himself.

Look at other people's gold fingers, and then look at you!Mo Qiuran casts aside her gold finger in her heart every day.

At this moment, a slightly noisy sound brought Mo Qiuran back to his senses. He looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was a silver-haired old man in a suit who looked like "Schwarzenegger" "Accompanied by the same bodybuilder, he walked in.

The old man looked very old, but with his tall and straight body, leisurely pace and sharp eyes, he felt like a young lion.

The old man looked around, then walked straight towards them and came in front of them.

"Grandpa KFC?" Mo Qiuran asked.

The old man was taken aback when he heard this.

What the hell kind of prologue!

"Keep your head, this is the principal!" Fingel said quickly, swallowing the beef in his mouth.

"Oh, sit down quickly! Would you like a piece, principal?" Mo Qiuran reluctantly gave up a piece of steak he was grilling.

"Student Mo Qiuran is right... Thank you, I just had dinner when I came here." The principal hesitated as he looked at the steak pushed in front of him.

The hesitation was not because he was thinking about whether to eat it, but because he was thinking—is Mo Qiuran a foodie?

At this time, the principal still doesn't understand Mo Qiuran's personality.

But it didn't take him long to figure it out.

Mo Qiuran forked the steak back in the next second, and said righteously: "Yes, it's me, then I'll take care of it, don't waste food!"

"..." The principal didn't know how to answer at the first moment, since he became the principal for so many years, he has never met such a student, so... so unrestrained?
"Hello principal." Wallet, who was frying steak, said, "Please sit down, he is like this, just get used to it."

"Okay, student Chu Zihang, right?" The principal sat down and praised, "Your ability is very strong."

"Not strong enough." Chu Zihang replied, his tone without ups and downs and flat voice made it sound like he was stating a fact rather than being humble.

headmaster:"……"

So are all freshmen these days like this?
"Principal, how is the matter over there?" Fingel asked, probably because he couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

"The college has dispatched the academic department, medical department, and logistics department to carry out follow-up treatment and deliver ice cubes. It is basically impossible to capture a pure-blooded dragon of this level, let alone it is still 'cocooning' In the process, it is of great research significance." The headmaster replied, then seemed to remember something, looked at Fingel, "You..."

"So is there a bonus?" Mo Qiuran asked as if he had heard something extraordinary, raising his face buried in the plate.

"Bonuses?" The principal was taken aback.

"Yes, it has great research significance!" Mo Qiuran nodded his head.

"Of course there will be. The college will never treat outstanding students badly, and the rewards will often be equal to or even exceed the contribution. And in view of what you have done..." The principal smiled, "I haven't seen such outstanding students for a long time. battle."

"Principal, haven't you seen it?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"...That's not important, sometimes the result can explain everything," the headmaster's face froze, and he looked around at the frequent glances of those around him, "It's still not very convenient here, you haven't done the entrance training yet What? Let's talk on the train then."

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