Principal's Office.

The white bone porcelain cup is filled with halos, and the bone porcelain saucer next to it is replaced with muffins sprinkled with rose dew.

At Kassel College, being able to have afternoon tea with the principal is a great honor for the students. Although this time is more about morning tea, the focus is on the principal rather than afternoon tea.

Finger, who was left to drink tea with the principal at this time, was an alien. For him, this was more like torture than enjoyment. This could be seen from the beads of sweat that popped up from time to time on his forehead.

His eyes were completely afraid to face Principal Angers, and he kept wandering around the bone porcelain cup in front of him and the thick kraft paper document bag on his hand.

Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang were no longer here. There were only the principal and Finger in the principal's office. The main reason was that Mo Qiuran kept yelling that he was about to starve to death, so the principal thoughtfully asked them to leave first... Although in Finger's opinion, it was probably because this ghost-sex junior saw something and then found an excuse.

"Student Finger." The principal said after taking a sip of tea.

"There's here!" Finger nodded immediately.

"First grade courses, all A, second grade courses, all A, third grade courses, all A," the principal took the documents out of the kraft paper file bag, placed them on the table one by one, and looked up at Finger, "This is a grade that few students in history can achieve."

"Haha, I was very energetic when I was young..." Finger scratched his head and said haha.

"It's not a good idea to say that you're old in your 130s." The principal lowered his head and divided the transcript into two piles. "Your grades in the next three years are also something that few students can achieve. I mean, all of them are the lowest E... Oh, there was another time when I was absent from the exam, because... I accidentally slept?"

"Stay up late..." Finger said embarrassedly.

"As an educator, I have always been very concerned about my students, so after I noticed this, I immediately investigated something... Do I still need to continue talking?" The principal seemed to be not planning to go around with Finger again, and said slowly as he watched him.

"No need." Finger's face suddenly became gloomy, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.

"Very good, I don't like oppressing students. Since you want to stay in school, there are naturally reasons why you want to stay here. As long as this reason is not to destroy the dragon-slaying cause, I will not pursue it," the principal nodded, "but as the price of not pursuing it, I want you to do me a favor."

"What place can I help you with the principal?" Finger felt relieved, and when he relaxed, he seemed to be able to speak bad things. "I am particularly good at news! If you have any operations like whitewashing or creating momentum, you only need one order! Free business, the kind that is definitely dedicated to your efforts!"

"That's not necessary," the principal smiled. "I need you to stay until the eighth grade to help me take care of a freshman. As a principal, I'm not very suitable for doing this kind of thing."

"Eighth grade..." Finger's eyes twitched, "Principal, are you kidding me, right? That's the next class between Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang? More than a year later?"

"That's right, Mo Qiuran has some relationship with that person," the principal nodded, "I think you should be able to chat."

"Listen to the principal, what you mean..." Finger asked tentatively, "Is he your illegitimate son?"

"No, I have no blood relationship with him, I just know their parents," said the principal.

"Relationship household!" Finger knew it, "Don't worry, principal, be a dog-legged... no, I'm the best at taking care of people! I'm sure you can get everything from the body to the mind!"

"This care is not entirely care," the principal shook his head and whispered, "while protecting him, monitor him."

...

"Then, goodbye to the principal?" Finger stood up and prepared to leave, not knowing what the principal had said to him during the communication just now.

"Goodbye, Finger, and, remember, don't spread the content of the 3E exam papers you have seen." The principal nodded slightly.

"Don't worry, principal, what we know best about journalism is what we should say and what we should not say!" Finger nodded like a pound of garlic.

Watching Finger leave and close the office door, the principal's eyes stayed on the two 3E test papers left by Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran.

"God King Odin..." The principal frowned.

After pausing for a while, I didn't know what I was thinking about. The principal turned over the picture and saw Mo Qiuran's answer sheet.

It was a picture that looked a little warm. A strong man in thick armor was barbecuing on the fire. His proud expression seemed to be showing off his barbecue skills. Next to him was a man who looked drooling, with the expectant expression on his face without any concealment.

If you ignore the towering dragon corpse as tall as the mountain beside them and the obvious wound on it.

The principal watched Mo Qiuran paint this painting, but he had a premonition that no matter how many times he saw this painting, he would be shocked.

So he took out his cell phone and made a call.

A moment later, the phone was connected and a obviously drunk voice came from inside, "Hey? Why are you, an old slut, calling me in the morning?"

"I have some questions about the Dragon Clan and want to consult you," said the principal.

"I don't even know? What's the problem?" said the vice principal on the other side of the phone after filling his mouth with whiskey.

"Dragon meat," the principal asked word by word, "Can you eat it?"

The other side of the phone suddenly became quiet, and there was a dead silence, followed by two footsteps, and then the old vice principal's voice came again, "Today is not April Fool's Day,"

"I'm not kidding you." The principal was helpless.

"You old slut is finally unable to think about it and are ready to commit suicide? Then can I get on the post? I want to hold swimsuit competitions every day!" said the vice principal excitedly.

"Mo Qiuran," said the principal, "his spiritual vision...is two people roasting dragon meat."

"..." The vice principal was silent again, and then said dryly, "Oh... that's really young and frivolous."

"One of them is himself," said the principal.

"Can it be him doodle?" The vice principal gave a guess that he thought was ridiculous.

"His companion Chu Zihang painted Odin." The principal ignored him and continued.
Chapter completed!