American Comic Super Principal

"No problem, Chenghui will reward you with 50 reward points once. There is no upper limit on the number of modifications you can make until you are satisfied." The system's response was crisp and clear, and its "service attitude" was quite good.

"Forget it, I'll just make do with it. Besides you and me, no third party will know about it." Zhang Fan replied angrily, knowing that his 10,000 reward points were probably being targeted by "house thieves". I seriously suspect that this is a deliberate trick by the system to defraud money. I feel like I have been deceived many times in my previous life.

Noticing that Zhang Fan was deep in thought, Coulson once again ignored him gorgeously. His balls ached again. Is his sense of existence so low? Can you pay more attention to me? After all, he is also a member of the super organization S.H.I.E.L.D. Elite agent, why do you feel like you are worse than a community police officer now?

"Ahem, Principal Zhang Fan, if there is nothing else, I will leave now and won't disturb your rest." Helplessly, Coulson coughed twice to remind him of the existence of another person.

"We're leaving now. I thought you were going to take out a bunch of various agreements and discuss them with me one by one. Don't you want to discuss the specific contents?" Zhang Fan paused his "daily exchanges" with the system and thought again of his recent development. The "offline" people who came out sighed: "Your task is unexpectedly easy. The treatment of civil servants in the capital world is indeed very good."

"Mr. Principal, do you have the patience to talk to me slowly? I would be very happy to do this." Colson smiled kindly, full of malice, and seemed to be a sincere invitation:

"As for our treatment at SHIELD, of course it is quite good. Even if you come here, the salary is not much, but the benefits of invisibility are many, and the level of coolness is no worse than 007 in the movie. What do you think, do you want to give it a try? Part-time job, this is every man’s dream in his youth.”

"Xuan Ku didn't notice, I only saw that you were going bald," Zhang Fan looked at Coulson for a moment and said dryly, but it had a critical hit effect, and then comforted him with his professional skills. He was sure road:

"Don't be sad. Although your hair is getting less and less, your vision is getting better and better. You can see at a glance that I have no patience to negotiate a specific agreement with you. Professor It’s not hairy.”

Coulson really didn't know whether he should cry or laugh. He tried hard to justify the profession of "agent" and defended: "I am a special case. To be precise, my hair loss has nothing to do with the profession of an agent. Most of my other colleagues There’s no problem.”

"Does your S.H.I.E.L.D. director have thick hair?" Zhang Fan asked, knowingly, and went straight to the point.

Colson's face twitched, and a smooth "pickled braised egg" quickly appeared in his mind, and he was speechless.

Zhang Fan sneered: "Isn't he completely bald?"

Coulson forced a smile, coincidence, this must be a coincidence, reality will not be so cruel

"It's true." Zhang Fan pretended to be surprised and advised earnestly: "Then you need to be careful. Your director's present may be your future. Your hair, well, just do it and cherish it."

"I really have something urgent and I have to leave first. I'm sorry." Under this situation, even Coulson, who was as gentle as he was, could only squeeze out a smile that was uglier than crying, and comforted him almost desperately: "I am now I am already a part-time teacher at your school, and you will have many opportunities to communicate with the principal, so there is no need to rush."

After finishing, he hurriedly walked out the door, feeling as if he was running away from the door. He was afraid that if Zhang Fan stayed again, he would probably die.

"It seems that SHIELD doesn't have much ill will towards me at the moment. This is good news." After Coulson left, Zhang Fan immediately put away his playful smile. With a wave of his hand, a flying penguin egg was released. It slowly revealed its shape and rubbed coquettishly against his wrist, the smooth and delicate eggshell tickling him.

"Don't make trouble. If you think the egg is stuffy, just hatch it out quickly." Zhang Fan patted the eggshell in a funny way and changed to a more comfortable position to meditate. Being targeted by SHIELD is not something worth being happy about. Once Going against such an official organization is equivalent to being labeled as a "villain". It is very troublesome to clear your name. What is even more troublesome is that your teammates are also "just players", and it is difficult to deal with them with their hands tied. ah

"You know it's not easy to handle, but you repeatedly tease the SHIELD agents and deliberately cause trouble for yourself?" The system is really curious about Zhang Fan's "magical mentality". As an unscrupulous system, the host has never been able to figure it out. It didn't understand its thoughts until one day, it met an even more obscure host, and realized that it couldn't keep up with other people's thoughts. Is this the legendary fate?

Zhang Fan played with the white and smooth penguin egg with a smile. It felt really good. He replied proudly in his mind: "Colson is a good person. He will never be prejudiced against me because of this kind of thing. Maybe he will think it because of it." I was honest, real, unpretentious, and lowered my danger rating, and they, SHIELD, were happy, and I was happy, and everyone was happy, how wonderful.”

"Sure enough, you are acting in your true colors. No wonder Coulson can't see the flaws. You are really cheap." The focus of the system is equally magical, and it accurately finds the flaws.

Zhang Fan vomited blood: "You should pay more attention to my plan, right?"

"Ding the host has obtained an A-level branch plot. The plot character John Allards has a Pyro strategy level of 50. Please keep up the good work."

The sudden sound of the system prompt not only made Zhang Fan fall into a state of confusion, but also the system was speechless for a long time. After a long silence, he complained in annoyance: "Does this kid have the properties of instant noodles? He is so easy to make. I don’t know how to love myself, it’s too cheap.”

"That's right, it's really too cheap." Zhang Fan nodded subconsciously, with a look of pity, or perhaps disgust, "50% of the strategy level is worth an A-level subplot, which means he is only worth two in total. It’s an A-level subplot, so cheap. The subplot is indeed related to the participation and importance of the plot. This kid is really pitiful."

The system was speechless and cursed angrily: "You are a wicked piece of shit. You haven't even done anything yet. You've deceived the young man into nothing. You have the nerve to despise him. You are such a scum. You have a favorability of 50, bah, it's a strategy." The degree has initially achieved the effect of loyalty, and you can use it as a more reliable subordinate. If you are not satisfied yet, you want to strike with lightning."

"It's just a habit of being mean-mouthed. Don't take it seriously." Zhang Fan smiled and said extremely sincerely: "John the Burning Man, right? As my first loyal subordinate, he has already booked his own glorious future, especially two. It’s an A-level side plot, even if it’s E-level or F-level, I will never dislike it, let alone give up.”

"I believe this," the system was unambiguous and agreed with a very sincere attitude: "Your shell is like an iron rooster without plucking out a hair, your belly is like a brave rooster that can only go in and out, and your mouth is a gluttonous mouth with no taboos. Naturally, you will cherish every bit of harvest. I There is a Yuan song for you:

Seize the mud swallow's mouth, peel the iron needle, scrape the golden Buddha's face to search carefully, and find nothing; search for peas in the quail crop, chop the fine meat from the leg of the egret, and remove the fat from the belly of the mosquito. It’s a shame you were able to do it.”