American Comic Super Principal

"Mr. Principal, do you really not need to check again? Judging from your previous injuries, you will have to lie down for at least a few months before you can get out of bed and walk. It will take at least half a year to recover. Although it seems to be complete now, I have recovered, but as far as I know, such a quick cure usually leaves some sequelae, and I am very worried.”

A middle-aged white doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses stopped in the aisle and tried to persuade Zhang Fan with a sincere face, trying to get Zhang Fan to undergo another thorough body examination.

Zhang Fan glanced at the several nurses who were hiding away like the plague, and asked in surprise: "Did you know that I am the scumbag principal who made the front page of the New York Times? Oh, no, now Former principal”

"This is a hospital, and I am your attending doctor." The white doctor waved his hand, his eyes as calm as ever.

Zhang Fan felt warm in his heart, and secretly thought that there really are good doctors in the world who have good hands and kind hearts and can help the world. His luck is indeed good. In a good mood, he smiled and said: "Doctor, don't worry, I'm sure I've recovered. I won't." There is no need to worry about the consequences. I still have important things to do and must be discharged from the hospital immediately. You don’t have to stop me."

"Well, I think you misunderstood." The doctor's amiable expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, suddenly became strange. He shook his head and said bluntly: "I am worried about the reputation I have accumulated over more than ten years as a doctor. If you destroy it, even the hospital will suffer as well."

"What, what do you mean?" Zhang Fan blinked, not understanding what was going on at all. He even suspected that he was given a copy of fake English after time travel and needed to learn it again.

The doctor's serious face only narrowed his eyes and curled up the corner of his mouth, and then he took on a ruthless air and snorted coldly: "Whether you are a mutant who awakens or how you suddenly recovered, as long as it has nothing to do with me, I don't care. , but I am your attending doctor now, so it has a big impact.

If a seriously injured patient wakes up and is discharged directly from the hospital, and then suddenly dies suddenly, whose responsibility is it? Even if you deserve it, my reputation for allowing you to be discharged from the hospital will be completely ruined. No patient will dare to come to me in the future."

During the conversation, several burly security guards came over and stood behind the doctor. They looked at Zhang Fan with eager eyes. Their words did not hide their intention to give Zhang Fan a beating.

"It's this scumbag and useless principal."

"Yes, it's him. My wife even asked me to find an opportunity to beat him up."

"My girlfriend also hates this scumbag. If I can give him a good beating today, my girlfriend will be happy when I go back in the evening. Maybe she can unlock a few more postures, hehehe."

"Although it's quite painful to be beaten down by a girl, I still want to beat him."

Zhang Fan swallowed his saliva and decisively surrendered to the doctor.

In the blink of an eye, more than half of the time passed. After the second full-body examination, I signed two thick disclaimers, resolutely refused the doctor's various attempts to "save him in" in front of the camera, and insisted on being discharged. After taking written and video materials, I finally got the discharge certificate.

After walking out of the hospital under the regretful looks of many burly men, Zhang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, straightened out his somewhat scattered coat, and waved to several taxis parked at the entrance of the hospital.

"Swipe" a taxi started almost instantly. After a beautiful drift, it stopped in front of Zhang Fan. The black man inside just poked his head and glanced at Zhang Fan, then cursed, "How come those bastards of mine are still here today?" "If you don't compete with me for customers, you are the scumbag principal." He twisted the steering wheel and planned to leave directly.

Zhang Fan, who had been mentally prepared for such a situation, just twitched his lips and calmly reached out to stop the car. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Double, can't I pay double the fare? That's triple it." At most, at most four times the fare.”

The black man stuck his head out of the car window again and said with a grimace: "It's not that I don't want to make money, it's just that I'm worried that my mother will beat me to death after I take you home, and if word gets out, others won't sit with me. What should I do if my car breaks down?”

After that, I reversed the car and left, leaving Zhang Fan dazed on the spot, and it took him a while to come to his senses.

"Oh, the domestic media in my previous life really didn't lie to me. Foreign society is really indifferent to people. Everything is based on interests and there is no sympathy at all. Especially hospitals, which are much worse than in China." Zhang Fan felt like tears welled up in his eyes. Feeling so good, I couldn't help but tighten my tight coat, which brought me a little bit of warmth in this cold real world.

"Killing at the beginning, bullying in the frontcourt, it is indeed a difficult Marvel world. It is so unfriendly to the time travellers. It is full of malice, but I will not admit defeat."

It wasn't until after dark that Zhang Fan, who was dressed like a spy with a peaked cap on his head, big sunglasses on his face, and a thin scarf around his neck, returned to his mansion.

"I finally understand why Marvel's superheroes are inseparable from this uniform. It turns out that they are all just like me, with the urgent need to hide their identities."

The shameless Zhang Fan directly equated himself with the superhero, and he felt very proud.

"It's a joke that the taxi didn't pick me up. As long as I dress up a little, it's weird that these Americans, who can't even tell Superman before and after his transformation, would recognize me. In the end, they sent me back obediently."

While talking to himself, Zhang Fan walked into the living room on the first floor of the villa, patted the dust on the clothes hanger, and subconsciously hung up the scarf and coat together.

Then he was startled and murmured: "Is it the remaining instinct from the predecessor?"

Looking up and looking around at the familiar and unfamiliar furnishings, Zhang Fan felt inexplicably complicated.

When the predecessor's parents were still there, this was the place where the three of them shared a warm life. The family of three spent the best time in their lives here.

Therefore, after the death of his parents, the predecessor regarded this place as the most precious inheritance he inherited. Except for the cleaning staff who came regularly, he stubbornly refused to let anyone enter.

"Hey, by the way, apart from the shares in the school and this villa, there seems to be a sum of money left in the bank account of the predecessor of the inheritance."

When he thought of the large amount of US dollars, Zhang Fan immediately threw away the little sigh in his heart and took out his mobile phone to check the bank account balance.

"There are still more than 20 million U.S. dollars. Huh, I remembered it correctly. That's great."

Although he was already ecstatic, the greedy Zhang Fan felt distressed again when he thought about losing his position as principal. For the first time, he felt that the initial mission issued by this system was actually quite reasonable.

However, it is not easy to regain the position of principal. There are many cunning old ghosts among the school's major shareholders and leaders at all levels. Judging from their poor current situation, I am afraid it will be difficult to succeed using conventional means. Moreover, there are There is a one month time limit.

Zhang Fan is very self-aware and knows that he is not a resourceful person, and he does not have the "aura of wisdom" that is counterproductive. He relies on the ability of the system to open up cheats, and then "frontal toughness" is the right path, so

"System, can you give us a response in the simulator? Can I top up? Do you accept US dollars?" Zhang Fan, who had just transformed from a poor man into a second-generation rich man, asked subconsciously, obviously a little inflated.

As soon as the words came out, I realized something was wrong. How could a high-end system recognize such a low-level method as "cash top-up"? I really have played too many games with money, and always thought that top-up would make me stronger.

"Ding ding ding temporary host triggers additional process simulator error system wake-up system modification modified completed"

"Ding, congratulations to the temporary host for being self-taught and understanding the secrets of krypton gold. The temporary host will be rewarded with a gift package."

"The Ding gift package will be opened automatically. Congratulations to the temporary host for obtaining the primary mental induction technique and basic fighting technique."

Zhang Fan: ""

The sudden surprise was full of surprises, but before Zhang Fan could recover from the unexpected surprise, his cell phone rang, indicating that he had received a text message.

The next moment, screams of agony spread throughout the villa, "Why is my bank account empty? There are still more than 20 million."

Who is stupid enough to spend more than 20 million krypton on a spree? I don’t want the system anymore, please give me my money back."