"Ah~ it's the principal!" Ye Xuan said in a panic, cold sweat slowly dripping from his forehead, "What's the matter?"
"We'll talk about this later. Young boy Ye Xuan, let me ask you a question first," the principal's tone suddenly slowed down and he asked seriously, "Is there really that kind of... special service?"
Ye Xuan was stunned and suddenly felt that his ears had heard it wrong. Why did the principal ask this?
Want special services?
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"Yes!" But Ye Xuan still responded seriously, "Once a month, I'm reminded that it's time to get a haircut."
"Huh?" Angers was a little confused. Wasn't it just a special service? Why did it become a haircut?
"This special service you're talking about is...a haircut?"
"Yes! She asks me to go to the hair salon every time, but principal, think about it! How can I, a student, have time to go to the hair salon to get a haircut, right? So no matter what she says, it's a one-stop service for washing, cutting and blow-drying, and it costs fifty to wash a big head and five hundred to wash a small one.
I didn't even pay attention, we still have classes to attend! You think so?" Ye Xuan kept talking, but in his heart he thought that the hair salon was a good place, but it was a pity that he had never been there.
"Ah, oh, you're right, students should focus on studying," Angers hadn't recovered from the news about the hair salon, "It's better to go to that kind of place less often."
"But can you tell me the address?"
"Huh?" Ye Xun's eyes widened instantly, and he doubted his ears again.
"Ah haha, just kidding." Ange laughed, "I just want to wash my hair."
After hearing this, Ye Xuan thought to himself, do you still need to go to the hair salon? Just wave and there will be a large group of ladies to accompany you. It probably won't cost any money.
Humph, capitalism is so corrupt.
"Well, washing your hair feels comfortable and helps relieve stress."
"Yes, yes, I think so too." The principal echoed Ye Xuan's words, speaking righteously.
But he shouldn’t go, right? After all, he doesn’t even have an address...
"By the way, Ye Xuan, I have a task for you today." The conversation changed and the principal talked about the task. "I need you to go to Beijing, China. People from our college's executive department were there a few days ago.
Two people are missing there, and I am restricted by the school board's inability to send people from the executive department there, so I can only ask you, as my student, to go there."
"Beijing? What happened there?" Ye Xuan pondered for a moment and thought it would be better to ask clearly.
"As early as a few months ago, the Executive Department had sent people to various parts of the world to search for clues about the Dragon King's recovery and collect information about the Dragon King. However, in Beijing, we lost contact with two outstanding specialists. The positioning chips in their molars showed that they
They are still in Beijing, but the signal is intermittent, so we guess that they may have encountered a pure-blood dragon or even...a dragon king."
"Among the two commissioners who have lost contact, one has a spirit called 'Bloodline Jieluo'. She can keenly detect the weak bloodline reactions hidden in a huge crowd. If there are pure-blood dragons, she will find them first.
"
"So they are missing now," Ye Xuan said, "do you think they have met the Dragon King?"
"Isn't that too ridiculous? What if I just got tired of doing the task and went to the Foot Washing City to relax and forgot to contact the academy?"
"No, they are outstanding commissioners selected after careful selection. They will not abandon their official duties for personal reasons." The principal denied Ye Xuan's statement and explained patiently, "We have recently monitored continuous small-scale incidents in Beijing.
Earthquakes, that’s completely inconsistent with earthquake predictions.”
"King of Earth and Mountains?"
"Yes, his awakening must be accompanied by earth changes. Just like what is said in the classics, 'The waves of the rocks show his stretching before awakening. The moment he fully stretched, the mountains turned into an abyss.'" Angers pulled.
I don’t know what sentence it comes from in that classic, so I told Ye Xuan who was confused.
Although he was confused, he still heard the key point, "So you sent me... to find someone?"
"Absolutely. When looking for someone, look for clues about the Dragon King at the same time," the principal said. "I know you have some secrets, but who in the world doesn't have some secrets? I don't care about those, as long as I can slay the dragon."
Ange's light words almost made Ye Xuan break into a cold sweat, but he felt relieved after hearing his words after that.
Indeed, the only motivation that keeps Principal Angers alive now is revenge. To take revenge on the dragon clan, he will inevitably massacre all the dragon kings. Apart from that, he doesn't care about anything. As long as you agree to slay the dragon, he can promise you anything.
.
A century has passed, and the last and only dream of this old man who survived from the previous century is to destroy the dragon clan.
Ye Xuan felt moved for some reason, and he became serious, "Don't worry, teacher, I will find them."
The principal on the other side of the phone said calmly "Yeah" and hung up the phone. All that was left in Ye Xuan's ears was a busy tone.
Ye Xuan stood up and looked at the setting sun in the distance. The dark golden light warmed his body slightly. An unknown bird flew across the sky and headed towards its nest.
He let out a breath, turned around and got off the roof. He was going to pack his luggage and head to Beijing.
There, you will meet the second Dragon King, and it is also the place where Xia Mi's fate will be decided.
The sun sets in the west, dusk ends, and the long night falls.
…………
Beijing.
If he could do it over again, Zhao Menghua would never choose to enter the subway station where the two Kassel College students entered again.
Perhaps just for a moment, the subway station became deserted, and the surrounding scene looked like it had traveled back to an era more than ten years ago.
He entered the Beijing Line 4 subway station in 2010, but now he seems to have arrived at the Line 1 subway station in the 1990s, and time seems to have slowly flowed back in the long aisle.
Just now, he missed the only train. The train had already left. He was frantically looking for the exit, but saw the "No Passage" sign again and again. When he saw the only different sign and passed
Finally, I found myself on the platform, a subway platform that seemed to have been sealed in time for decades, with tattered newspapers on the floor, ancient tile stickers of "Five Lectures, Four Beauties and Three Loves" on the wall, and old fluorescent lamps flashing
There was a "sizzling" sound.
All this made him feel very angry.
He fell down on the stairs and looked at the broken newspapers on the floor. The newspapers were filled with news that was completely different from the modern style. Through the dense words, he could vaguely see the publication date of the newspaper: