"What? Wei Curcuma? What happened to him?"
In the principal's office, Lu Fusu waved his hand impatiently.
"Don't mention him, he cheated me out of tens of thousands."
"..."
The petite girl with long hair stood behind Lu Fusu, grinding her fangs resentfully.
"Teacher! Didn't you say that we can make a profit this time? The 20,000 yuan I earned from setting up the stall was all invested with you. Wei Curcuma lost the bet."
"Tamamo...well...you have to have a long-term vision to make money, and your junior has won. Isn't this a good thing?"
The petite girl named Tamamo looked at her principal, the current Torikaze, who showed no awe of ordinary people at all, and put her hands on her hips angrily.
Although she is already a junior this year, this senior's height is indeed a bit regrettable, only a little over 1.4 meters, with long light-colored hair hanging down to her lower back. The most noteworthy thing is her blue eyes and obvious small lips. Huya was wearing the smallest sports coat and a blue inner layer with a lightning symbol printed on it.
To be honest, just by appearance, he looks like a junior high school student.
As for her mentor, it was naturally Lu Fusu. After three years of getting along with her, she fully demonstrated that the latter had no business acumen and led her through all the pitfalls.
They had agreed to print commemorative shirts for the school, and the two of them happily wholesaled hundreds of white round-neck short-sleeved shirts with a huge "Welcome to the North" printed on the chest. In the past three years, they have not sold a few pieces.
Before, she was told that setting up a stall in a commercial street could make money, but she was tricked into buying a complete set of trolleys, a iron plate for grilling cold noodles, and a mold for octopus balls. However, open flames were banned in the commercial street.
There are countless such things, which make Tamamo, who is already eager to make money to support his seven younger brothers and sisters, feel itchy at the base of his teeth every day.
"If it doesn't work out, just let me go on the mission of suppressing anomalies! I can earn hundreds of thousands for one job!"
"That won't work..."
Lu Fusu suddenly became serious and gently put his hand on her shoulder.
"Tamamo, you have to know how rare magic related to divine speed is, but you can't just put yourself into danger... at least wait until you graduate?"
"Hehe."
The petite girl sneered and turned away.
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In the ward of the school hospital, True Lord Xuanyuan arrived quickly, with a reluctant Lu Fusu and a still smiling Su Qingjian behind him.
The three principals arrived together, and also the three Feng. Qingjiang stood up unhurriedly and bowed gently to the three to show respect. Zhenjun kindly signaled him not to be formal and to sit wherever he wanted.
They turned their attention to Wei Curcuma, who had already changed into his usual clothes, folded the hospital gown neatly on the bedside, and stood as if nothing happened.
"I really can't feel the slightest bit of soul pressure...it's really the only time in my life."
As the person in charge of the medical system, Su Qingjian had heard about the situation of the new student Wei Curcuma, but he was still a little surprised when he saw it with his own eyes.
Completely, there is no soul pressure at all, and it feels as if this person does not exist at all.
You know, even a newly born baby, or an old man whose soul is exhausted to the extreme and will die in the next second, will have extremely subtle soul pressure on them. This little bit of soul pressure can be felt by the keen sense of the wind level. It was as obvious as the candlelight in a dark room.
But Wei Curcuma was completely transparent in his feelings. Su Qingjian, who had seen countless special situations with special physiques, had to admit that this was the first time she had seen such a situation.
"Well...you are so physically strong, at least several times stronger than I saw you before,"
Instead, Lu Fusu was quite surprised and pinched Wei Curcuma's arm, signaling Su Qingjian to try it too.
Even Wei Zeshu, who has a free and easy personality, couldn't help but feel a little shy when being pinched by the gentle and pleasant sister of the principal. After all, he was just a young man who had just graduated from high school.
Seeing Wei Curcuma's embarrassment, Su Qingjian just smiled gently and continued to put her gentle fingers on the back of his hand.
Although there is no soul pressure in his body, when he comes into contact with his body, he can find that the soul pressure has been perfectly integrated with the body. The amount of soul pressure contained in the body is extremely astonishing.
The intensity level of soul pressure is at the critical point between the eleventh and twelfth levels, but the magnitude of soul pressure... is indeed as the report said, more than ten times that of ordinary people!
"I was a little worried about you at first, but seeing your current state, I'm not worried anymore."
Zhenjun still didn't speak much as always, but he slowly broke off a banana from the fruit basket he brought, slowly peeled it open for Wei Curcuma, and handed it to him, full of the principal's concern for the students.
....To be honest, Wei Curcuma has only been in the Northern Territory for just over a month, and he even vomited after hearing the legend about Principal Xuanyuan Zhenjun.
Carrying a fruit basket and handing bananas to students in such a gentle manner, this kind of behavior should not appear on the current Jin Feng, who is so cool and cold that no friend calls him "Three Cool"...
"This is sweet, eat some, it's good for your health."
"Oh...oh...thank you, principal..."
Wei Curcuma simply gave up thinking and stupidly took the banana handed to him by Zhenjun and stuffed it into his mouth like a monkey.
Wei Zeshu didn't know what to say. How could he be so kind to the principal? Or should I just bow down and bow, hold the banana in both hands, and say "Thank you Jin Feng for your appreciation!" with tears of gratitude?
"Don't think so much. The wind is also a human being. It also needs to eat, drink, and have diarrhea. Don't be too mythical about the wind."
Zhenjun stretched out his hand and touched Wei Curcuma's head, as kindly as a grandpa looking at his grandson.
To be precise, this feeling is more like a grandfather's care for his grandchildren...?
This kind expression doesn't suit your handsome face, Zhenjun, to be honest.
Wei Curcuma quickly finished the banana and wiped his hands.
"You asked me the question in the text message. I chatted with Qingjian Fusu on the way and came up with a few guesses."
“But you still have to see it with your own eyes to make an accurate judgment.”
Wei Zeshu nodded, feeling very grateful to the three principals who were willing to go out of their way to personally check in on him as a new student.
Although Principal Lu Fusu's expression is now very unfriendly.
Wei Curcuma didn't say any more polite words, and directly started to use it that he had tried countless times in the past few days and finally succeeded.
Reverse reinforcement.
The basic soul pressure usage of the strengthening system was easily reversed, and the soul pressure contained in Wei Curcuma's body was extracted, and the invisible soul pressure filled his sea of consciousness.
"What pure soul pressure..."
The soul pressure reversely strengthened from the body is extremely pure and does not contain any soul characteristics.
Just because it is nothing, it can become any state.
The moment it was extracted, a wave of soul pressure that no one had ever felt came, and a small black dagger appeared in Wei Curcuma's hand.
