"Professor Schneider also said that when we met on the battlefield, he asked me to teach you how to use a sword," Fingel said vaguely. "Now it seems that there is no need to teach you how to use a sword, because you bring your own cannon!"
"Senior, you've received the award. We still have a lot to learn," Mo Qiuran said seriously, "For example, your ability to collect intelligence..."
"This is my ability to look after the food!" Finger suddenly became alert, like a dog guarding its food.
"How much more?" Mo Qiuran asked.
"Oh, I'm so sorry! Senior, do you think I am the kind of person who will do anything for his own interests?" Fingel instantly changed into a smiling expression.
"Yes, you are!" Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran thought to themselves.
"Ahem... Junior, you just need to grant me some rights...such as portrait rights and press rights..." Fingel still said vaguely, stretched out his right hand and opened his palm, "We will benefit from everything. Divide it into 70-30! This way I can confidently and boldly teach you what I have learned throughout my life!"
"Seven or three is too much." Mo Qiuran said with a cold face.
"June 4th?" Fingel tried, and when he saw that Mo Qiuran's expression remained unchanged, he looked determined, "Five-five, it's five-five!"
"Fifty-five is fine, I like fifty-fifty." Mo Qiuran beamed instantly, "Then it's settled!"
"Deal!" Fingel looked pained.
Chu Zihang didn't speak during the whole process. Although the deal between Mo Qiuran and Fingel also included his image rights and press rights... But he didn't care about such things anyway. Mo Qiuran's plans were always better than his. More, just ask again when you have the chance.
Now his persona is that of a wallet that cooks steak and eats beef.
The steaming heat turned into a dense white mist under the bright yellow light, and was drawn away like a winding snake. The red and white beef was placed on the hot stone slab, and it sizzled immediately. There was a sound, and after a while the hot oil flowed down the full lines, exuding an alluring fragrance.
Then it was quickly forked, cut, dipped in black pepper sauce, stuffed into the mouth, and swallowed like a wolf.
This situation happened to Mo Qiuran and Fingel at the same time. The speed at which they roasted could not keep up with the speed at which they ate. They seemed to be competing to see who could eat more and faster. Fortunately, this was the customer himself. Grilled in self-service mode, otherwise other customers will probably have to wait.
"You only need fifty dollars to eat as much as you want. Isn't this much better than those steaks that cost thousands of dollars each?" Finger said proudly.
"It's really good!" Mo Qiuran swallowed the beef in his mouth. The hunger in his belly had been alleviated a lot, but he was still far from full.
This was a sequelae after using the projection, but the difference was that this time Mo Qiuran didn't feel as sleepy as last time.
"Is it because there are no too strenuous activities?" Mo Qiuran pondered while eating, "Last time, I used the temporary projection of the sword-wielding man to fight Mai Shutoku, but this time I only used Hanbing's. Strength, so you won’t feel sleepy?”
Since he had no detailed explanation of his golden finger and was not artificially retarded, Mo Qiuran could only guess everything by himself.
Look at other people’s golden fingers, and then look at you! Mo Qiuran always despises his golden fingers in his heart.
Just then, a slightly noisy sound brought Mo Qiuran back to his senses. He looked towards the direction of the sound and found that it was a silver-haired old man in a suit who looked like "Schwarzenegger" in several body shapes. "The same bodybuilder walked in accompanied by him.
The old man looks very old, but his tall body, leisurely pace and sharp eyes give people the impression of a young lion.
The old man looked around, then walked straight towards them and came to them.
"Grandpa KFC?" Mo Qiuran.
The old man was stunned when he heard this.
What the hell kind of opening is this!
"Ken, this is the principal!" Fingel quickly swallowed the beef in his mouth and said.
"Oh, sit down, sit down! Want a piece, principal?" Mo Qiuran reluctantly gave up the steak he was grilling.
"Classmate Mo Qiuran, right...Thank you. I had just eaten when I came here." The principal said hesitantly, looking at the piece of steak that was pushed in front of him.
The hesitation was not because he was considering whether to eat, but because he was thinking - is Mo Qiuran a foodie?
At this time, the principal still didn't understand Mo Qiuran's personality.
But it didn't take long for him to figure it out.
Mo Qiuran forked the steak back in the next second and said righteously: "Yes, that's right, it's me. Then I'll handle it. Don't waste food!"
"..." The principal didn't know how to answer at first. Since he became the principal in so many years, he has never met such a student, so... unrestrained?
"Hello principal." Wallet, who was frying steak at the side, said, "Please sit down, he is like this, you just get used to it."
"Okay, classmate Chu Zihang, right?" The principal sat down and praised, "You are very capable."
"It's not strong enough." Chu Zihang replied. His flat tone and flat voice made his words sound not like he was being humble but stating a fact.
headmaster:"……"
So are all freshmen this year like this?
"Principal, how are things going over there?" Fingel said, probably because he couldn't bear to watch anymore.
"The college has dispatched the academic and engineering departments, the medical department, and the logistics department to carry out follow-up treatment and transport ice cubes. It is basically impossible to completely capture pure-blood dragons of this level, let alone being 'cocooned' The process is of great research significance." The principal replied, then he looked at Fingel as if he remembered something, "You..."
"So is there a bonus?" Mo Qiuran immediately raised his face buried in the plate and asked as if he heard something extraordinary.
"Bonus?" The principal was stunned.
"Yes, it has great research significance!" Mo Qiuran nodded.
"Of course there will be. The college will never treat outstanding students badly. The rewards will often be equal to or even exceed the contribution. And given what you have done..." the principal smiled, "I haven't seen such outstanding students for a long time. of fighting.”
"Principal, didn't you see it?" Mo Qiuran asked.
"...That's not important. Sometimes the results speak for themselves." The principal's face froze, and he looked around at the frequent glances from those around him. "It's still not very convenient here. You haven't gone through the orientation training yet, right?" Well? Then let’s talk on the train.”
