American Comic Super Principal

"Ding, after the rewards are distributed, the system goes to sleep and the simulator continues to run." It seemed that Zhang Fan, the temporary host, was not taken seriously at all. The electronic voice finished speaking and then disappeared, as if it really fell into a deep sleep.

Such blatant disregard made Zhang Fan jump to the point of anger, but there was nothing he could do with the invisible and traceless system. He roared at the top of his lungs for a while, then collapsed on the sofa tiredly, and reluctantly tried to talk. Simulator communication.

"The simulator, the simulator, sounds like a defective product. If you don't know how to use it, it will crash if you use it." Zhang Fan didn't like the simulator that was a low-quality imitation version of the system, and he was obviously not resentful.

Unfortunately, there was no sound coming out to argue with Zhang Fan this time, but a familiar blue panel appeared in front of his eyes. The heartfelt notes on it were still flashing with alternating light and dark blue light, and the radiance was particularly sarcastic. .

"Isn't this the system panel? Why are the notes still there? Delete them quickly." Zhang Fan's face darkened and he waved his hand directly up, but accidentally touched the real thing. It was cold and soft, and seemed to be able to be pressed down.

"The virtual projection technology is wrong. There is still a sense of reality, but it seems to be about the same." Zhang Fan subconsciously pressed it, and a dialog box "Delete or not" popped up. He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth and complained:

"It really feels like a tablet or smartphone when used. I don't know if this emulator is an Android version or an Apple version. Is it possible to download an app and it will work unexpectedly?"

"And this, after spending more than 20 million US dollars, I am indeed a non-chief in these two skills." Looking at the unclaimed rewards on the panel, Zhang Fan reached out to touch them sadly.

The next moment, two cold currents appeared inexplicably in his body. They flowed through his body and merged in his brain. Then they expanded instantly and exploded into "debris", completely integrated into it.

Before that, Zhang Fan was in so much pain that he completely lost consciousness.

The second morning sun rose, and there was a bustle of people at the entrance of Xincheng Middle School. Students and teachers were rushing to school and classes. After all, it was already getting late, and if you were later, you might be late.

But in this hurried crowd, there was a young man walking slowly, seemingly not in a hurry, and even pacing in the mood, which was particularly annoying in the fast-moving crowd.

Who else could a person with such a bad taste be but Zhang Fan, and Zhang Fan was indeed enjoying it. Looking at his own leisure, and then looking at the busyness of others, a sense of superiority suddenly arose spontaneously, and he couldn't help but sigh, happiness is indeed everything. It comes from comparison.

"Sir, if you are not in a hurry, you'd better wait on the side of the road for a while, or pull over and drive slowly so as not to block others in the middle of the road."

Perhaps because he couldn't bear it any longer, the man standing behind Zhang Fan patted him on the shoulder, and there was still uncontrollable anger in his words.

"Of course I'm leaving in a hurry, but I'm tired from walking and can't walk fast." Zhang Fan pressed the cap on his head and adjusted the big sunglasses on his face. After making sure that his disguise was "flawless", he turned around and smiled. He said: "You are almost late too. Are you still in the mood to chat with me here? Aren't you in a hurry?"

The burly guy was obviously taken aback, and he opened his mouth to curse, but finally held back, but his emotional eyes made everything clear, "If you weren't at the school gate now, you might still be a teacher at the school, and I would definitely beat you up." Even your mother won’t recognize you.”

"Roberts, go to class and ignore this scumbag." Just as the atmosphere was silent, another voice suddenly sounded from the front. Following the voice, a skinny old man squeezed towards this side with difficulty.

Unfortunately, the old man was too thin, so he was squeezed further and further away from the crowd. After a while, he became angry and shouted to the people around him: "Stop crowding. I am the director and vice-principal of Xincheng Middle School. Keep me in order"

The next moment, the crowded crowd indeed made way for the old man to make way for a spacious passage.

Zhang Fan knew that someone had discovered his identity, but he didn't take it seriously. After all, we couldn't expect everyone to be "blind", and it was normal for him to be recognized by "familiar" people.

But this does not mean that he will "respect the old and love the young". Instead, he smiled and deliberately shouted: "Hey, it turns out he is the director and vice-principal. I thought he was the chairman and principal."

The old man's face darkened, and he ignored Zhang Fan, who was eccentric. He turned to the burly young man and said, "Hurry up to class, Roberts, you will be late soon."

"Okay, Dad, I understand." Roberts glanced at Zhang Fan unwillingly, then lowered his head and left along the path the old man came from.

"Oh, it turns out he's your son. He's still a high school student. No wonder he looks nothing like you." Zhang Fanzuo suddenly realized and stabbed his heart with a "sharp knife" without being polite to him at all.

"Hahaha" low laughter of gloating sounded from the crowd from time to time. Everyone was smiling and didn't leave in a hurry, just waiting to see the joke.

The old man was so angry that he trembled and cursed: "You scumbag, you were beaten too lightly. Nothing good will happen when you come out. Why don't you lie in the hospital for the rest of your life? You might as well die there."

"I've only been in the hospital for a few days, and my position as principal is gone. If I stay in the hospital for a few more days, I'm afraid I will be kicked out of the school's board of directors."

Zhang Fan's expression was still lazy, but his voice became stern, "Are my status as chairman and the shares in my hand just for show?

You were able to pass the proposal to remove the principal without me being present. What a joke, Old Roberts. Since my parents passed away, you have become more and more emboldened."

The complex look in Old Roberts' eyes flashed, and after bowing slightly, he said: "You should also be aware of the current situation. Special situations naturally have special methods of handling them.

In terms of morality and public opinion, the entire United States is opposed to you continuing to be the principal; legally, after you sue the board of directors, the chance of winning the case is very slim. Even if the Mindy family did not sue you, you would have been arrested.

To be precise, in the end, the best result is that you can keep the school shares in your hands and not be forcibly bought out by others. "

Zhang Fan grinned, his tone became calm again, and he said playfully: "So, my position as principal is lost, and I will never come back."

Looking at Zhang Fan, who seemed to still be confused about the current situation and still had a sense of luck, Old Roberts had a little more contempt and disdain in his eyes. He raised his chest and raised his head and said, "Yes, that's right. You'd better give up as soon as possible."

"Haha, please inform the others. As the first shareholder of Xincheng Middle School, I am convening a shareholders' meeting to discuss the position of school principal. Everyone must attend."

Zhang Fan was too lazy to talk nonsense and walked directly to the school. As the chairman of the board, he gave the order without fear that he would not listen.

When passing by him, he whispered in his ear and added: "Your narrow knowledge limits your imagination, so you know nothing about real power."