Andrew was confused. Previously, he had many negative labels for Angers in his mind, such as hateful, terrible, even shameful and disgusting... But where to start talking about the word "poor"?
"Do you know that Principal Angers is more expensive this year?" Fingel wiped away his tears and asked abruptly.
"If the file is correct... I remember it was one hundred and thirty-five years old." Andrew said blankly. As an investigator, of course he knew everything about the subject Angers in advance, but he didn't
I know why this classmate named Fingel asked him this.
"Yes, one hundred and thirty-five years old!" Fingel kept kneeling in front of Andrew and slapped his thigh with his broad palm. "Can you imagine? A one hundred and thirty-five-year-old man is still here.
Teaching? When an ordinary old man lives to this age, his son's son's son will have a son. He should be sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket and listening to his grandson's grandson telling Grimm's fairy tales... But what about the principal? He has never married.
I have dedicated my whole life to the great cause of dragon slaying and education! This is so tragic and touching!"
"But I heard..." Andrew covered his legs that were shaken by the slap. He originally wanted to say that although Angers was not married, he heard that the old man was naturally coquettish and romantic.
But his words were interrupted.
"I know, I know that great people are always slandered. Just like our principal, he has worked hard all his life. Because of teaching for hundreds of years, his throat often suffers from pharyngitis; because he always goes to the battlefield in person, he takes off all his clothes.
When he was young, there was no place on his body that was not etched with hideous scars, and the pain was unbearable when it rained... But even for such a great educator, there are still young people trying to slander him with dirty words!" Fingel revealed his true feelings.
, tears flowing freely.
What is professional? This is professional! This guy is not only a professional paparazzi, but also an actor with excellent quality!
"But the information in my hand shows that Angers misappropriated public funds and purchased private estates in seven countries around the world, spending US$1.2 billion." Andrew brought up one of Angers' most serious criminal evidences, "A great educator, such a
Do you need a house to live in? I even thought he was working part-time as a real estate supplier."
"Have you been discovered?" Fingel was stunned and sighed. Then he took out a few black-and-white photos from the lining pocket of his school uniform and handed them to Andrew.
Andrew took the photo and rubbed his fingers on the edge of the photo. The feeling of touch broke the atmosphere of the era. When he saw the content of the photo, he seemed to have seen something incredible. His pupils shrank suddenly and he murmured: "How could this happen...
…how so!"
"Yeah, no one expected that this was actually the case!" Fingel flipped through the photos, recalling the wasted years.
"This picture is from Principal Angers' White Sand Manor in Tonga. He has recruited more than a hundred mixed-race orphans who have not yet awakened. He also spent a lot of money to hire local teachers and administrators to teach common sense and mixed-race orphans.
This is a cultural enlightenment. This photo is a photo of the principal and the children when the manor was established... Look at them, how happy they are smiling!"
"This picture is of Principal Angers' Kuskovo Manor in Russia. It houses post-war veterans who were agents during World War II. The principal spent a lot of money to hire local nurses and professional psychologists to take care of these homeless people.
He also visits his old friends and provides regular psychological counseling. He visits them every year and takes photos... Look at them, how happy they are with their smiles!"
"This is Principal Ange's Crimson Rose Manor in Mauritius, where the war criminals captured by the Executive Department in dangerous mixed-race battlefields of all sizes over the years... Look at them, how happy they are smiling!"
"..."
As he flipped through the photos one by one, the student named Fingel told him a total of seven touching stories. In the stories, it seemed that all the beautiful qualities in the world were mixed in this old man. He was gentle but iron-blooded and loving.
And Wei An, he is a philanthropist, he is a military strategist, he is a world-class heritage protector...but he is not a selfish old fool!
Andrew was stunned for a moment. He was so dizzy that he had lost the ability to identify the facts. The information given to him by the school board indeed said that Angers embezzled public funds to purchase the manor. The transfer and land purchase records were complete, and the evidence was conclusive.
…But the report didn’t say at all why the old man bought the manor!
Could it be that they really made a mistake?
Secretary Patsy, who was sitting next to Andrew, leaned down and whispered a few words in his ear. The chief investigator, who was almost influenced by Fingel, looked at him again.
"Classmate Fingel, the information I have about you says that you have been studying at Cassel College for eight years and have not yet graduated, and your grade has dropped from 'A' to an unprecedented 'F'. I remember you said on the phone
Feel free to express your opinions to your principal that I have been saving for many years, but don’t be afraid!”
"If you are worried about retaliation from the principal so you keep saying good things about him, I can responsibly tell you that it is not necessary! Because the more opinions you provide, the faster you can replace him with a better principal, you
My graduation is just around the corner!" Andrew whispered, his tone full of temptation.
"Really?" Fingel raised his hazy tearful eyes, "I have too many opinions on the principal!"
Andrew smiled with satisfaction, this should be the correct direction of the plot, and he nodded to indicate to Fingel to speak freely.
"The principal really doesn't care about himself! I have never seen such a dedicated old man. His health has always been poor. Can you imagine that a 130-year-old man has a fever of 40 degrees?
We must insist on teaching in a wheelchair and wearing a blanket, no matter the wind or rain, we will never miss a lesson!”
"Huh?" Andrew was stunned.
"The principal is too strict! Of course, I am talking about himself. I have never seen such a self-disciplined old man, wearing stars and moonlight, dancing to the sound of chickens, and he is either in the scientific research room late at night or in the gymnasium at noon!"
"Didn't you just say that he has always been in poor health?" Andrew frowned.
"That's right! No matter how powerful a hybrid is, it can't withstand such torture. This is completely self-inflicted! The old man is too stubborn and won't listen to anyone's advice!"
Fingel took Andrew's hand.
"But now that you are finally here, please help persuade our old principal. You can't stop not cherishing yourself like this!"
Andrew's hands were grabbed by Fingel and clenched violently in the air. He had no idea of breaking free because he was completely dumbfounded and his three views were undergoing a violent impact... Where is that bad old man who is a moral scum? That lawless man
What about the old ruffian? Why is everything completely different from what he expected?
Damn it, he came here to impeach the other party, why did he act like he came on behalf of the school board to express condolences to the dedicated 100-year-old principal and issue a retirement honorary certificate? He didn't have anything like that, only dense indictment documents and
The resignation letter was jointly signed by representatives of the mixed-race families on the school board.
"Ange...Principal, where are the others?" Andrew added the honorific unconsciously during the question.
"Alas!" Fingel sighed heavily and pointed to the students holding flowers outside the car window, all of them looking downcast.
"He...is dead?" Andrew exclaimed.
"He fell ill!" the slovenly uncle who picked them up in the car spoke with a serious expression. "This old friend of mine has been obsessed with work for many years. He was so tired that he finally collapsed. He is currently studying at the college.
In the ICU ward, my body is filled with tubes filled with nutrient solution, my face is covered with an oxygen mask, and I am bedridden. The situation is quite serious..."
"Isn't it easier for a mixed-race body to get sick? Besides, Principal Angers is an 'S' class." Andrew murmured.
"Yes, 'S' class can still fall ill, so can you imagine how dedicated Angers is?" The sloppy uncle's eyes were filled with tears. "We agreed to walk together in Kassel's cultural corridor in autumn.
, you must recover, my old friend!"
"By the way... who are you?" Andrew looked at the sloppy uncle, his mind still confused. He had even forgotten to ask the other person's name from the time he was taken into the car until now.
Patsy came close to Andrew's ear again and whispered: "This is the vice president of the college, also known as the night watchman. The title is a false position. He is not responsible for any specific work."
"Just call me Lao Mei." The night watchman had a heavy expression. He poured himself a glass of vodka and drank it in one gulp. It seemed that his old friend's serious illness made him feel very depressed.
The three words "night watchman" pricked Andrew's nerves. He looked up and down at this man who drank hard liquor and whose image was somewhere between a sloppy uncle and a sloppy grandpa. In any case, he could not be compared with the man in the photo.
Get in touch.
The second-largest person in the academy, the "Night Watcher", is an important figure hidden in the dark. Andrew studied him before coming here and also obtained the photo. Although it was taken in a tavern in Bolivia in 1934... but the butcher's knife of time is inevitable.
Too ruthless, what about those eight-pack abs that are almost carved like a knife? What about the sexy and playful rocker's wavy long curly hair? That is full of vicissitudes and melancholy like Roberto Baggio, which makes women admire it.
What about those eyes that catch you deeply at first sight?
Except for the fact that the guy in front of him is dressed in exactly the same cowboy attire, Andrew can no longer resemble the handsome Western man he once was. The way he drinks hard liquor is not melancholy at all... more like he is kicked out by his wife and has no home.
A returnable vagabond!
Andrew was startled. Looking at the drastically changed night watchman in front of him, he suddenly realized...the information he obtained and the actual situation might be really wrong? A handsome man can turn into a sloppy tramp.
What's wrong with turning a fatuous tyrant into a kind and loving father?
As Lincoln drove into Kassel's main entrance, a long banner was hung on the magnificent door pillars, which read "We hope our dear Principal Angers will recover soon". It was filled with dense black dots, which were hundreds of
signatures of the students to express their love and deep concern for the principal.
Andrew looked at the thick stack of accusation documents in Patsy's hand and the "Abraham Bloodline Deed" in his own hand, and felt troubled.
It was clear that he finally wanted to stand on the side of justice this time, but "Justice" seemed to just smile and run away after meeting him... Just like the girl who was unable to fall in love when he was young, Andrew's order from the school board
He was troubled by the condemnation of his conscience...until the Lincoln car passed through the crowd, and he accidentally looked up and saw a scene that made him suddenly startled.
A playful girl in a short skirt was standing at the back of the crowd. She was holding an ice cream cone in her hand. The girl was licking it gently like a cat, and she did not forget to chat and laugh with the old man who looked like a great-grandfather next to her...
And the old man who looked like a great-grandfather stood upright in a suit and leather shoes, with his long silver-gray hair tied behind his head. The old man's body was healthy and burly, and you could vaguely see the muscles in the open-collared suit that almost burst his shirt.
. He also held an identical ice cream in his hand, ate it with big mouthfuls, and laughed with the girl. When he laughed, he would pat the girl's shoulders and soft hands from time to time, like a lustful old pervert!
"Hilbert Jean Angers!" The name was almost squeezed out from Andrew's teeth. He instantly understood that he might have been tricked. Andrew turned his head and stared at the night watchman and Fingel, his eyes
The anger almost overflowed.
"Please give me a reasonable explanation."
The night watchman quickly gave Fingel a "make up a lie now" look, and the latter's brain was spinning rapidly, "Hmm... maybe the disease is cured. You know, the mixed-race body is not easy to get sick, and besides, the principal
It's an 'S' class. Diseases come and go quickly... Maybe while we were picking you up, the principal got rid of the disease, pulled out the catheter, jumped up from the hospital bed, and became active again... Hey,
Isn’t this something worth celebrating! How about tonight’s banquet? We have authentic noodles and Erguotou imported from China..."
"Nightwatchman, Fingel! You are... very good at teasing the representatives of the school board!" Andrew forcibly suppressed the urge to slap the "Abraham Bloodline Covenant" on the faces of these two bitches. He opened the car door and said coldly
He dropped a sentence, "You two will also be included in the list of those who will be thoroughly investigated. We will see you at the hearing!"
Patsy hesitated for a moment, bowed slightly to the two of them, and then followed Ender away.
Fingel sighed, then looked at the night watchman bitterly, "Does this count as losing my wife and losing our troops?"
"It's all your fault. What excuse are you looking for? The principal got rid of the disease? Why didn't you say that the principal turned into Ultraman?" the night watchman yelled.
"Damn it, if I can say it, others have to believe it!" Fingel was not to be outdone, pointing to Angers in the distance, "That stupid old man is standing there, holding ice cream in his left hand and holding a girl in his right hand, it's like
He looks like he is recovering from a serious illness? I hope he can defeat the disease!"
"It makes sense!" The night watchman kicked open the car door. He pushed through the crowded students, like pushing aside the black tide, and came straight to Angers.
"Hey, old friend, let me introduce you to the new student Xia Mi. The mint-flavored ice cream is pretty good, would you like to try it..." Angers said before he finished speaking.
"I want to taste your grandma's legs, stupid old man!" The night watchman jumped up high and slapped Angers on the back of the head. The old guy's face was covered with the sauce-yellow ice cream.