Starting from the Dragon Clan

Chapter 86 Fingal: My Death Star Is Brighter and Brighter

"Wait! Junior! Isn't the student union party going?!" Fingel said hastily when he saw that Mo Qiuran was about to step forward.

"I'm not going. It was just a whim. Now that he and I are famous, the exposure will only bring trouble, so why go at this time?" Mo Qiuran patted Chu Zihang and said, "It's better to go back to sleep and rest."

Chu Zihang: "..."

How strange does this famous woman have a master sound?

"Oh, the famous grass has its owner." Mo Qiuran corrected after seeing his understanding.

Chu Zihang felt comfortable.

Fingal panicked.

It would be fine if he didn't do anything... But now he has released the news that the freshmen are going to challenge Caesar and has been fueling the flames and collecting money for it!
This is what it means inside and outside the words!
As the head of the news agency, an old reporter with full experience, what he is best at is to "slightly" change the news with a rich vocabulary... Why do everyone do it like this, otherwise it would be just fine!

This is pretty good, at least there is a bottom line, those who use PS or get a few pictures from nowhere and start to make up random things, completely ignoring the facts, are the shame of the reporter and the shame of the news!
But the problem is, Finger's incitement is good now, and it has already caused an uproar in the whole school. At this time, Mo Qiuran suddenly said that he wanted to go back.

It's over, it's over, it's over!

If Mo Qiuran really went back, and the whole school was looking forward to it and found out that the master hadn't come... who would they blame?

Of course, it was Fingel who posted the post at the beginning and then "followed the whole live broadcast at risk of death"!

What's more, this text live broadcast still charges money.

It's the same as...Finger tricked the whole school, or is it the kind that cheats money?
Fingel looked up at the sky, and a star was particularly bright.

That was his death star shining.

Now there are two options before him, one is to confess to Mo Qiuran, and then obediently share the money, and the other is to go all the way to the dark, and post on the night watchman forum such as "S-level freshmen feel that this is not good for Gattuso." The emperor was unfair, so he decided to choose another day to fight again", "S-level freshmen feel that the current strength of Emperor Gattuso is really boring, so they look forward to the challenge of Emperor Gattuso after he improves" and so on. post.

The former requires losing money.

And the latter...

Fingal looked at the bright star in the sky.

The Death Star... seems a little bigger and brighter?
That being the case, there is no need to hesitate about making a choice. Although Fingel loves money like his life on the surface, life is more important.

then--

"Student!" Fingel showed a determined expression on his face and called to stop Mo Qiuran who was about to take a step.

"Senior, your expression is very dangerous." Mo Qiuran thought for a while, "It looks like a criminal who is about to confess his crime."

"So junior, do you know all about it?!" Fingel was shocked.

"What? So I accidentally said it right?" Mo Qiuran was also shocked.

"Student save me!" Fingel said quickly.

"Senior, you have to know that I am a law-abiding student... oh no, a good law-abiding student has zero tolerance for illegal behavior," Mo Qiuran said with an expression of "it's a pity, but I must be like this" , "Surrender yourself. I heard that surrendering can reduce the crime to a certain extent. Of course, if there is a reward, please leave it to me to call the police. By the way, what is the police number in the United States?"

"911." Chu Zihang said.

"Okay, senior, what is your crime?" Mo Qiuran looked at Fingel expectantly.

Fingel: "..."

"That...guiding public opinion?" Fingel finally thought of a word after holding back for a long time.

……

"Student, please help me, senior, I admit that I was deceived by lard~" Finger's giant bear-like palm wrapped Mo Qiuran's hand, begging him not to leave.

At this time, he had explained everything he did from beginning to end, and then Mo Qiuran was furious and said that he didn't expect you to be such a person, senior, and he would leave after walking, but Finger naturally refused to let him.

"Senior, money is not the only thing in the world. To be a human being, you must have the most basic moral cultivation. Once this kind of provocative news is released, do you know how much trouble it will cause in our future lives?" Mo Qiuran looked righteous And angrily accused Fingel.

Finger nodded his head, in his opinion, as long as Mo Qiuran is still willing to talk, it means that things are turning around!

So he ignored the important information that Chu Zihang, who had been silent all the time, had already looked away as if he couldn't bear to look directly.

Chu Zihang knows Mo Qiuran very well, just like Mo Qiuran knows him very well... In short, based on Chu Zihang's experience, whenever Mo Qiuran speaks to someone so righteously, , that person is going to be in bad luck.

as predicted.

"Hey...senior, I always thought you were a kind and caring person, although you look a little unruly in appearance," Mo Qiuran sighed as if he had loosened a bit, slightly disappointed, "But I really I didn't expect you to do such a thing for money!"

"It's the senior's fault..." Fingel admitted his mistake with a sincere face.

Chu Zihang wanted to come.

"So, in order to let seniors understand that money is something outside of your body, the most important thing is moral character and personal cultivation. I think it's better for you to have less contact with this kind of thing that can degrade you." Mo Qiuran's face was full of compassion, "Let's hand over more of this kind of evil and let me bear it for you, senior! Our profit distribution will return to Qisan again! I seven you three! How about writing this matter off?"

Fingel: "???"

"What, senior? Don't tell me you're not satisfied with this ratio?" Mo Qiuran touched his chin, "Then if the senior sincerely asks, it seems that Ba Er can't..."

"Satisfied! Very satisfied! Just Qisan!" Fingel said quickly.

"No, no, no, now I suddenly feel that Qisan is the price for me to forgive you senior, and eighty-two is the price I am willing to help you understand this mess." Mo Qiuran's face appeared to Finger. Devilish smile.

"You...you are taking advantage of the fire!" Fingel jumped up and angrily reprimanded.

"Senior, how can you say that? I'm obviously thinking about your future, senior. I can see that you are definitely not an ordinary person. Money, a mundane thing, should not be a shackle that affects you!" Mo Qiuran spoke eloquently.

"Then what if the division becomes nine for you and one for me?" Of course, Fingel would no longer believe Mo Qiuran's words.

"September [-] is good, I like Jiuyi!" Mo Qiuran's face turned from the cold winter to usher in the splendor of spring, "I didn't expect you, senior, to be so enlightened, so it's decided! Let's go and see this Who the hell is Cesar Gattuso!"

"Wait, wait!" Fingel turned pale with shock, as if he had seen a large pile of beautiful knives that he had already pocketed suddenly sprouted wings and fluttered away.

After walking a few steps from the door of the luxurious building, a man who looked like a servant came out: "Excuse me, are you an S-level freshman? The president of the student union is here to invite you."

　The sleeping machine started to re-save the manuscript... There are still 6 days to go on the shelves, for a miracle!Currently on file: 6
　　
　
(End of this chapter)