Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

The sonorous and powerful march resounded throughout the campus.

The campus public address system, which had been mute for a long time, seemed to have just woken up from a nap.

Doctors and nurses swarmed out, carrying suitcases with school badges, into the battlefield littered with corpses, and injected those people one by one.

At the same time, they bandaged those who were injured in accidents and recorded their student ID numbers.

However, after these people woke up, the first thing they did was whisper to each other, wanting to know the outcome of "Freedom Day".

"Hey bro, how did you fall?"

"Ahem, ah, I can't remember exactly what it was like. It just ended as soon as I opened and closed my eyes... Damn, I can't make it up anymore. What the hell is S-class? I doubt he opened it, but I No evidence."

"Hahaha! What is that on your face?"

"You, why do you have a turtle on your face?"

"Wait a minute, this thing can't be wiped off?!"

"Where's the president? Who won?"

I saw Bas, Caesar and Chu Zihang lying dead in the parking lot. You were pillowing my arm, and I was pillowing your thigh. It looked like a close relationship.

Looking at the three people stacked together, everyone's expressions were a little confused.

"Who did this?" someone asked in confusion.

"Shut up! If you are making any noise, write down your student number for me!"

Manstein flushed, hurried from a distance, jumped to his feet and shouted angrily: "Today's students do not put their studies first when they enter school, but they participate in this boring game!"

After seeing the tattered lawn and the bullet-riddled walls, he covered his heart with great distress, and his blood pressure suddenly rose.

Bermuda lawn is a hybrid grass species developed in 1965. It is characterized by cold and drought resistance, evergreen all year round, and the principal transplanted the lawn at a high price!

As a result, it has now been trampled like farmland waiting to be plowed!

Preliminary calculations show that the maintenance cost is about 240,000 US dollars, which does not include re-laying the lawn.

"These are all money, all money! I'm so angry!" Manstein stared around and shouted, "Where's Jiang Shouyun, Jiang Shouyun!!"

"Ahem, Professor Manstein, I'm here." Jiang Shouyun sat on the steps of the library and raised his hand weakly.

"You... almost forgot, you are also one of those lawless brats." Manstein looked at the combat uniform he was wearing, reacted immediately, and glared at him fiercely.

The latter could only blink and put on an innocent look on his face.

"Go, go, call Caesar and Bass!" Manstein took a deep breath and felt a little dizzy. "You violated the special school rules of 'Free Day'. I want to report to the principal. You are all finished!"

"The three special school rules are that you are not allowed to use the alchemy equipment in the 'ice cellar', you are not allowed to cause casualties, and you are not allowed to bring strangers from outside the school to visit," a cold voice came from next to him.

"Ahem, we got injured because we accidentally fell. Everyone falls, right?" Another person said with some embarrassment.

The two people speaking were Caesar and Chu Zihang who had just woken up.

The two people who were fighting each other just now were now supporting each other.

Bass, on the other hand, was bandaged and followed them, scratching his head with a depressed look on his face.

However, they were all in the same embarrassment, with a tortoise painted on their faces, and with their pretended indifferent expressions, they looked extremely funny and ridiculous.

"Pfft, cough!" The stern-faced Manstein almost burst into laughter, and glanced at Jiang Shouyun with a blushing face, angry and amused.

"Okay! You are brave enough! Wait until I report to the principal!" Manstein glared at the three of them, took out his mobile phone from his arms and was about to make a call.

Everyone fell silent, and all eyes were focused on Manstein's cell phone.

Jiang Shouyun saw the respect and admiration overflowing involuntarily on their faces. It seemed that the principal's status in the students' minds was obviously extraordinary.

"Hmph!" Manstein looked like he was in authority, but a gentle voice suddenly came from behind.

"Manstein, there's no need to fight, I've already seen it."

Manstein's face suddenly became serious, he turned around and said respectfully: "Principal."

headmaster?

Jiang Shouyun also looked over curiously.

I saw an old man with silver-white hair holding his pocket in his left hand next to a silver-white Maserati.

His straight black suit supports his tall and straight figure, and a monocle full of academic atmosphere hangs on his right eye. The ravines carved by the years on his face below seem to be planted with nameless tombstones.

Jiang Shouyun has heard the name "Angre" from many people.

But this was the first time he saw this old man, and he subconsciously thought of the old man's age.

About one hundred and thirty years old?

He still looks like a strong, strong old man with mature masculine charm.

At this moment, a gentle laughter came, bringing Jiang Shouyun back to his senses.

"Kids, look here, eggplant!"

Angers was seen holding a camera in one hand, pointing it at the group of students who had been painted with turtles, and showed a kind smile from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone was stunned for a moment, then their expressions changed drastically, and they quickly covered their faces.

But, it's too late.

Click!

"Principal Angers, you are still so coquettish." Caesar twitched the corner of his mouth, put down the hand covering his face, and couldn't help but complain.

"I didn't expect that I would bother the principal to come in person."

Manstein's expression was still a little angry as he said: "On this year's 'Freedom Day', students violated the special school rules. Not only did they use Frigga bullets to treat the campus as a battlefield, but they also damaged many buildings. The situation was very bad! "

"Especially Fulvio Paz, president of the Lionheart Club, and Caesar Gattuso, president of the Student Union, they have no regard for the Discipline Committee."

After that, he glanced at Jiang Shouyun, who looked like a good baby, and felt helpless for him, but in the end he sighed and said nothing.

Looking at Principal Ange's appearance, he probably doesn't want to care about it.

"Hahaha, such an interesting thing, even I am interested in it."

Sure enough, Hilbert Jean Angers waved his hand and said with a hearty smile: "Besides, there are so many talented children coming this year, as well as our The One, of course I have to come and take a look."

"Bass will be a senior this year. He must leave some unforgettable memories. As for Caesar..." Angers said with a smile, "He has always been like this. Manstein, you should get used to it."

Then, he looked at Chu Zihang again, his eyes full of complex appreciation: "Chu Zihang, you are also a very good child. I can see the lion-like energy in your eyes."

Chu Zihang was stunned for a moment, his heart was filled with waves, and he bowed respectfully to the old man.

Under Jiang Shouyun's eyes, Caesar stood up and said sternly: "Don't worry, I will re-pave your beloved Bermuda lawn."

"Forget it, I was just joking, come up with this money from the school board fund. After all, the 'Freedom Day' on the annual school anniversary was won from us by the students with their hard work. We old guys will not go back on our word. .”

Angers waved his hand, looked at the group of students with burning eyes, and smiled kindly: "Children, did you have fun today?"

"Happy!" Everyone looked at each other and raised their arms in cheers.

Others put their arms on each other's shoulders and made playful faces at Manstein.

"As long as you're happy, I'm happy too." Angers shook his camera and smiled, "But my dear children, after enjoying this festival, you still have to work hard on your studies."

After that, he patted Manstein's shoulder gently, looked at Jiang Shouyun with his silver-grey eyes, and chuckled: "Nice to meet you, Shouyun, are you interested in going to my office for a cup of afternoon tea? ?”

As soon as these words came out, the heated atmosphere around him cooled down. Everyone focused on Jiang Shouyun with envy and jealousy, but their eyes were more filled with appreciation and admiration.

At Kassel College, being personally invited by the principal to have afternoon tea is considered an honor in their eyes.

Jiang Shouyun's ability has undoubtedly been recognized and admired by everyone present.

The monthly ticket has reached 2,000, and I still owe 3 chapters. Everyone, please work hard. If the monthly ticket reaches 2,500, Gouzi will update two more chapters. Although Gouzi’s update speed is very slow, he will definitely pay it back little by little. I will continue to finish it today. It's three o'clock in the morning.