I was supposed to be Hokage, but I went to slay the dragon

Near 11 noon, Han Qingcheng finally finished the basic physical training in the morning.

The soaked clothes and trousers clung tightly to the body, and the whole person seemed to have just been fished out of the river, and the sweat flowed down like a floodgate.

After taking a shower and changing clothes, Han Qingcheng wiped his wet hair with a towel and picked up his mobile phone.The last mobile phone was lost when I was on a mission in Xitang. This mobile phone is a newly purchased iPhone 5.The most important thing is that the execution department reimbursed him in full for the purchase of the mobile phone, and he didn't even spend a cent on postage.

"No. [-] Bad Dog, happy birthday!"

I edited a message and sent it, and the recipient was Lu Mingfei.

There was a faint sound of "Ring of the Nibelung" music from the bathroom not far away. It was Chu Zihang's cell phone ringtone.President Chu was born to be a secret agent. He even took his cell phone with him when taking a shower.

Eight time zones away in Illinois, Cassel Hilltop College was in chaos.

As the professors on duty today, Schneider, Manstein, and Guderian gathered in the library.The library as the command center had been emptied out at this time, and all the staff on duty were driven out. The majestic and empty library was filled with only the three of them.

"What on earth is so important that the command room needs to be cleared? You must know that I am wiping the butt of your execution department all over the world."

Manstein shouted to Schneider somewhat manically that in just four hours, he had already dealt with more than 20 emergencies.This even includes allocating US$7 in funds to negotiate with gangsters, and deciding whether to sell US$20 billion worth of futures to reduce the possible losses that the college may encounter in an investment error.After that, he also encountered daily experiments by the Equipment Department that could tear down half of the academy.

"We have a document that was lost in China."

Schneider's cold and hoarse voice sounded.

"What kind of file loss can be more important than the academy being bombed so quickly..."

The irritable Manstein looked stern, and his complaints stopped abruptly, because he saw the file bag in Schneider's hand. On the cover, there was a black snake with a head and a tail. In the circle formed by the black snake, It's a bold "SS".

In addition to the traditional abcde and the highest S, the task levels also include the higher-level SS level.Only the school board has the authority to issue this kind of task level. It is not necessarily more difficult than S-level tasks, but it is often the most special task.

"Is it the school board?"

"That's right, the delivery of this document did not go through the execution department, but was directly ordered by the school board of directors. Raymond, the B007 commissioner who is currently performing the task, was killed during the transportation and the document was lost. The school board asked us to send a commissioner immediately Get the files back."

After saying that, Schneider threw the file bag in front of Manstein.

Manstein quickly pulled out the mission information inside and read it quickly.

After consultation and discussion among the three professors, of course, Professor Guderian only acted as the mascot throughout the whole process.Finally, with the approval of the school board of directors, it was decided that a three-person team of Chu Zihang, Lu Mingfei, and Han Qingcheng would go to carry out the retrieval mission, and a school team who happened to be traveling in China would provide cooperation and assistance.

It's just that the school board's reply is really unacceptable, because the school board's staffing appointment is: Lu Mingfei, task specialist.The president of the Lion Heart Club and Han Qingcheng, who had the ceiling of first-year combat power, assisted.

But it doesn't matter, Schneider has enough confidence in his two students, just like Guderian has full confidence in his S-level students.Even if Lu Mingfei is a commissioner, it doesn't matter.

The only thing he was worried about was Chu Zihang's instability.

After hanging up the phone, Chu Zihang had already changed his clothes and walked out, "Professor Schneider called just now. There is a task that we need to perform. After the task is over, we will take tonight's flight back to the college."

"I know, Norma just sent me an email."

Han Qingcheng shook his phone at him and said with a smile.

"It's just that I don't quite understand why the mission specialist this time is Lu Mingfei, when both of us are assistants."

Chu Zihang's expression was a bit complicated. It was as if you asked a national football player to play in the NBA, and then asked Kobe and Iverson to pass the ball to him.

One advantage of talking to Chu Zihang, a man with facial paralysis, is that you don't have to speculate on his inner thoughts at all, because he will express it directly on his face.

"Don't worry, you don't have to understand that the only people who can make such stupid decisions are those who hold power but do nothing serious."

Han Qingcheng stood up and patted Chu Zihang on the shoulder, "Let's go to work!".

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In the private room of the pizza restaurant, everyone in Shilan Middle School looked eagerly at Zhao Menghua to the left and Lu Mingfei to the right.The atmosphere in the entire box became extremely solemn and strange.

The cause was that when Zhao Menghua proposed to Liu Miaomiao, Lu Mingfei suddenly shouted: Are you going too far? You are already very happy, just let others go.

The following dialogue goes like this:

"none of your business?"

"you're right."

"What the hell do you want to do?"

"I don't want to do anything."

Then a stalemate broke out between the two.

Looking at Master Lu's look, he didn't intend to speak, let alone take action. He just rolled his eyes and stared at Zhao Menghua.Being stared at by Lu Mingfei with those dead fish eyes, even the noble son Zhao Menghua murmured a little.

"Check out! Eat whatever you want, or not! I'll treat you to Italian food in a different place tonight."

In the end, Zhao Menghua fell behind in terms of temperament, mainly because he couldn't catch Lu Mingfei's unpredictable aura. Mr. Zhao had no choice but to ask the waiter to pay the bill in order to end this embarrassing and cancerous atmosphere.

"Let him pay for that person's order. I don't know him."

Thinking of something, Zhao Menghua withdrew two pieces of cash from the wad of cash handed to the waiter.

"If you buy it yourself, just buy it yourself."

Master Lu stood up without fear and took out his student ID card from his pocket.

This student ID card is also a Citibank credit card, and he has a daily limit of US$[-].To this day, Lu Mingfei can't find it difficult to pay.

“We don’t take library cards.”

The young girl who came to collect money looked like she was working during the summer vacation, and her timid voice was full of dialect.

"What's a library card? This is a credit card. Bring me the card machine and I'll teach you how to use it."

The younger sister's words made Lu Mingfei a little embarrassed. This student ID card, which represented his S-class status, was the basis of his dignity at this time.But this all-black credit card was thought to be a library card by the cashier girl.

Lu Mingfei scratched the back of his head, praying silently in his heart that this card, which carried all his dignity, would never go wrong.