"S-level?"
"Didn't that guy Li Yongyuan go back to China for vacation and haven't returned to school yet? With his ability and the fact that he is in the orthodox territory, he still needs me to rescue him when there is a crisis?"
Nono clapped his hands and sneered.
"Principal, you're not going to let me seduce him, are you?"
Chen Motong suddenly contacted Ange's previous views on the book "Lover", and stared at him with focused eyes.
"Here is the new S-level student information. I have already sent a copy to Guderian, who is in charge of admissions in China, via email. As his assistant for this recruitment, you can check it out in advance."
Angers stopped the girl from continuing to think. An old guy who calls himself a gentleman will definitely not say such straightforward and hurtful words as someone may not like you.
"It looks very ordinary, with a bit of a decadent and dead house temperament, like a harmless rabbit."
Nono opened the sealed file bag in front of her. The first thing that caught her eye was a photo of a boy. He could only be considered handsome. His brown hair was slightly curled and he was thin. He was sitting alone in the old building. Looking at this lonely city from the railing of the broken rooftop, my eyes were a little sad. Even his most beautiful face was ruined by this timid temperament.
Pulling out another freshman information sheet, it said, Lu Mingfei, seventeen years old, born on July 17, 1993, blood type A, 178cm, 65kg, a senior student at Shilan Middle School, his biggest hobby is playing StarCraft...
What follows is a series of descriptions of life events, from the time he wet the bed at the age of three until he is currently preparing to confess to his crush, Chen Wenwen, the beauty of the same class.
"You've been watching this guy since he was three years old?"
The girl's eyes widened and she looked curiously at the old man with elegant silver hair and slightly swollen shoulders under the white shirt in front of her. She asked a question that had been asked by insiders such as Guderian and Manstein.
"Lu Mingfei is your illegitimate son in China?"
"Do you think he looks mulatto?"
Angers calmly adjusted the cuffs of his suit.
"Besides, to be precise, he has been closely monitored by Cassel College since the day he was born. His parents are both outstanding students of the college and both are S-class hybrids."
Ange's next words shocked Nono even more. According to cell biology and genetics, the genes passed from parents to their children are 22 autosomes and the X or Y chromosome, and the strong relationship between two S-level hybrid species With the matched base combination, Nono would not notice the difference even if he were alive and dead, but it happened to be such a weak-looking creature that could be knocked down with just one fist.
"No matter what method we use, can we recruit Lu Mingfei into the school?"
Angers took out a box of Cohiba cigars from his trousers pocket. Just as he was about to light them, he noticed the girl frowning slightly, so he put the lighter aside with a smile.
"Why do you have to recruit him? Even if his parents are very good, I can't analyze what is outstanding about him from this information. As far as I know, Cassel College is not a nanny, right, principal? "
Nono asked curiously.
"I promised Lu Mingfei's parents to take good care of him."
The girl remained silent.
"The ugly duckling also has a chance to become a white swan. I am very optimistic about his future."
Seeing that Chen Motong expressed doubts about this reason, Anger changed his explanation. This is a very clear statement of attitude.
You know, except for Li Longyuan, Caesar, and Chu Zihang, Ange has never praised the students of the college in such a tone. It is no exaggeration to say that he loves them deeply.
In other words, in his heart, Lu Mingfei will one day be on the same level as his most beloved students, or even surpass them.
But is this possible?
Caesar was born into the Gattuso family, with excellent and pure blood, and received Western-style elite education since childhood. Chu Zihang awakened the high-risk word spirit Junyan, and also learned the bloodline refining technology that was in the same line as Anger. When the blood was bursting, the bloodline level was super-A. The sword master who came out of the Children's Palace used the sacred sword Murasame. Gods and ghosts retreat.
As for Li Longyuan, that guy's excellence is obvious to all the teachers and students in the school, and he even has a record of killing the next generation. It wasn't until someone on the Night Watch Forum posted a post later that he analyzed it and found out that Li Longyuan's alchemical weapon had a special effect on the dragons, and everyone's doubts were finally dispelled.
Otherwise, they wouldn't have learned any dragon-slaying skills, and they would have just followed Mr. Li to do the trick.
But the college's annual physical fitness test can never be faked. Since the founding of the school, every record held by the previous S-level seniors has been easily broken by him. With a physique as strong as a pure-blood dragon coupled with orthodox ancient martial arts techniques that have been passed down for thousands of years, Nono felt that if S-levels were also divided, then this guy would probably have an S+++ level.
From this, Nono couldn't help but become very curious about this unmasked boy. He even wanted to fly over and pinch this guy immediately to see if there was really a dragon king hidden under his harmless skin.
"I hope he won't suffer any disaster when he first enters school."
Nuonuo stuck out her tongue. As a rare S-class member in the academy, she would always face challenges when gathering attention, especially when Zhuyu was in front. In the beginning, Li Longyuan defeated those rebellious guys one by one in the name of giving instructions on sword moves.
"Li Yongyuan is indeed an anomaly. Even when I brought this kid from the Li Sect, I never thought he could be so perfect. His mission completion rate in the execution department for half a year was even higher than that of the ace commissioner."
Angers did not hesitate to praise his beloved student, but he couldn't help but think of the old guy sitting in a quiet room with a chess piece in his hand, his body as rotten as a piece of wood, but his eyes were like a lion and a tiger.
What a rare opponent.
"I still have some rare tea left here, why not come and try it."
After all, he called Chen Motong in the name of inviting students to tea. After all, Ange had not learned the polite way of Chinese people chatting.
Not his favorite Lapsang Souchong, but that rare jar of Biluochun.
Dense white water vapor rose, and a slender jade-like hand took the tea cup. An old man and a young man sat at the table, and the atmosphere was solemn.
"You pay the price for your willfulness."
Li Chengqian looked at the bandage wrapped around the young man's shoulder and sighed softly.
"But I've never been so enlightened."
Li Yongyuan pulled off the white cloth and shook his intact arm, looking a bit like a rebellious teenager.
"The young eagle will always spread its wings and leave its soft nest to welcome the baptism of the storm in the lightning. This is the last gift I, as a grandfather, give you."
The old man waved, and a body as cold as jade suddenly appeared not far from the root-carved tea table. He held a silver password box in his hands. The lock spring popped open, and two golden-red injections lay quietly in the box slot.
Even through the quartz glass, Li Longyuan could still detect the vast power slowly flowing in the golden red liquid.
