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

Kassel Mid-Levels Academy.

Not far from the Hall of Heroes, there is an inconspicuous two-story building.

The exterior of the small building is wrapped in dense vines and trees. At first glance, it even looks like a long-abandoned warehouse.

At the top is a frosted glass canopy. The midday sun shines on the canopy glass, casting a golden glow on the piled fallen leaves.

Unlike the shabby and depressed exterior, the space inside the building is simply another world.

The first and second floors are connected, with a ceiling height of nearly six meters.Except for a few precious oil paintings, the four walls were covered with huge bookshelves that reached directly to the ceiling.The bookshelves are filled with ancient books and original manuscripts that should have been in museums long ago.

Han Qingcheng sat on the chair made of yellow flower wood, with a Persian handmade carpet worth tens of thousands of dollars per foot under his feet.

Separated from a large desk, a tall, octogenarian man sat opposite.

"Congratulations, classmate Han Qingcheng, you have once again broken a record in Cassel College. You are the first student to be invited to attend the principal's afternoon tea before enrolling."

"Let me see, you have broken four records of this college so far. Maybe you will become a legend of Cassel College in the future."

Angers, who had gray hair but was as energetic as a young man, stretched out his hand and tapped the table.

Suspended in the bone china cup is top-grade black tea flown from the UK. The aroma of the tea is dissipated, and the whole room is filled with the fragrance of tea.

Following Angre's instructions, Han Qingcheng picked up a piece of truffle cake from the flower porcelain plate and put it into his mouth.

The old guy is indeed a representative of decadent capitalism. He has never eaten such delicious cakes in his life.

Not bothering to worry about his image, Han Qingcheng simply finished the rest of the truffle cakes in the porcelain plate.

"Haha, I like you like this. Most of our students are always too reserved in this office, perhaps because they are afraid of an old guy like me. Usually they only have a taste of the food I carefully prepare and serve."

Looking at Han Qingcheng's eating posture, an unabashed smile crept onto Ange's old face filled with ravines.

"Principal, I have never eaten anything so delicious, really!"

Han Qingcheng, who never forgot the well digger, quickly flattered him.

Having eaten a bit too much in one breath, he picked up the exquisite bone china cup that looked like an art collection and took a long sip of black tea.

"Of course, I always prepare the best ingredients for my lovely students. This is the meal standard for the British royal family!"

"Since you like it, I still have some in stock here. I'll have some sent to your dormitory later."

Smiling, he refilled tea for Han Qingcheng, but Ange just smiled and waved his hand at his Chinese-style humility.

"Honestly, your performance in this war practice class was very good. I read the mission record Schneider gave me. As a freshman, your excellent qualities of keenness, bravery, and decisiveness are all reflected in you. "

Ange took a cigar in his mouth and did not hesitate to praise Han Qingcheng's comments.

After waving his hand to reject the cigar that Ange intended to throw, Han Qingcheng also took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit one.

I don't know why, but after the Deadpool incident that night, his addiction to smoking seemed to have increased again.

I've been having a lot of trouble talking lately.

"China is really a magical country, and it is really a breeding ground for excellent mixed-race species."

"Casel College has had many students from China in the past, and they are all excellent. Chu Zihang, you, and your good friend, Lu Mingfei."

Angers always maintained a warm smile and was obviously very satisfied with the talent pool at Kassel Academy.

After all, except when he steps onto the battlefield with a knife, this 130-year-old man has always regarded himself as an educator.

"By the way, principal, I heard from Brother Lancelot that if I perform well in the war practice class, it will increase my GPA score, right?"

"Of course, each student's performance in the war practice class will be graded and included in the total credits of the semester."

Angers answered in the affirmative to Han Qingcheng's question.

"Okay, young man. Let me, an old man, enjoy the rest of this wonderful afternoon alone. I hope you enjoyed a wonderful afternoon tea."

"Thank you, principal, for the invitation. This is the best afternoon tea in my life. I'll leave now so I won't disturb you in enjoying the sunshine."

After receiving the expulsion order, Han Qingcheng immediately stood up and left.

"Dip! Achieve the achievement - the principal's afternoon tea. Achievement reward, 300 points."

The moment Han Qingcheng walked out of the principal's office, an electronic notification sounded in his mind.

Damn it!There is actually an achievement system.

But what kind of achievement is this Angers afternoon tea...

Will there be any achievements for defeating Chu Zihang, achievements for defeating Caesar, or achievements for killing the Dragon King?

Han Qingcheng entered the consciousness space and wanted to check what this achievement system was, but he couldn't find any section about achievements in the system.

Is this thing co-authored or triggered randomly?

I can’t see what achievements there are, and there’s nothing I can do to achieve them in a targeted way.

But is there no other reward for achieving the achievement? Only 300 points are given.

Counting the 400 points he received as a reward for joining Cassel Academy, he already has 700 points in hand.If you collect another 300 points, you can have another ten draws in a row.

I hope that next time Shilian can be possessed by a European, it would be best to just open the Samsara Eye. If it doesn't work, it wouldn't be unacceptable to give him a kaleidoscope.

Just when Han Qingcheng was immersed in the longing for a better future, a polyphonic ringtone came from his pocket.

This phone card was issued just before the war practice class. Only two people could get through to this number.

Schneider and Chu Zihang.

"Hey, senior brother, what's going on?"

Looking at the three characters "Chu Zihang" on the caller ID, Han Qingcheng quickly answered the call.

"Uh, okay, I understand. Then I'll wait for you in the dormitory."

Chu Zihang explained his purpose in a few words, and then hung up the phone.

This guy's talking style on the phone is consistent with his usual talking style. If he can finish his sentence in two sentences, there will definitely be no third sentence.

Chu Zihang called to invite him to a party.

The initiator of the party was the rich second-generation Italian - Caesar Gattuso. The theme was to celebrate the successful completion of the mission of this war practice class. The guests of the party included every student who participated in this operation.

Of course, maybe this is just a dispensable excuse.

After all, the young master of the Gattuso family is a party animal.

The reason why his rival Chu Zihang invited Han Qingcheng on his behalf was because he had not yet entered school, had no email address, and no one knew his phone number.

Han Qingcheng is not against this kind of group social activities. He has just entered Kassel College and is willing to meet some people not mentioned in the original book through this party.

Well, among other things, Caesar’s party must have good wine and good meat.

Eat more at night.