"Is it extremely cold..." the principal pondered.
"I want to watch the video of the live battle. Also, reinforce this place immediately and insulate it!" the old cowboy said seriously, "It's not that it doesn't interact with the heat from the outside, it's just because this 'extreme' state is like The 'surface tension' of the water also blocks the release of the cold, but the faint and extremely small heat interaction still exists. As time goes by, this 'surface tension' will gradually weaken until it completely breaks and explodes! Such a large piece of pole Ice...it can turn this place into an ice age in an instant!"
The researchers took action immediately, and the principal and the old cowboy came to an empty cubicle.
"Is that an exaggeration?" The principal was a little doubtful.
"Oh, I don't know exactly. After all, I haven't seen it, but to put it more seriously can better reflect my professionalism." The old cowboy replied.
"Damn it, I'm talking to you seriously now!" The principal was completely speechless.
"Okay, so what do you mean by the strange thing you mentioned before? This huge piece of ice?" The old cowboy shrugged and bounced his huge beer belly, "Although it is a very rare thing , but if the blood level is relatively high, even if you control the Ocean and Water King series of spirit spirits with not too high serial numbers, you can still create them, but it will take some effort at most."
"To what specific extent do you mean that the blood level is relatively high and it takes a little effort?" the principal asked.
"Of course it's an S-level one who is so tired that he faints. If an A-level one is exhausted, he won't be able to produce such a big piece, even a particularly excellent A-level one," the old cowboy replied, "Depending on your reaction, this new student should If you are not exhausted, then I guess it must be S. After so many years, it seems normal for a wild S-class to pop up, right?"
"What if this new student not only didn't pass out from exhaustion but also went to the steak buffet to eat steak for three hours in high spirits?" the principal asked.
"Oh, it's normal. That means his Word Spirit Sequence is very high. The highest one currently known seems to be the Ice Emperor, right? Maybe it's that one? Logically, you can deduce this information, right?" said the cowboy.
"That's a high-risk speech spirit!" the principal said.
"Come on, what are you pretending to do in front of me? Judging from this thing, he controls it very well. It is true that releasing the word spirit requires physical strength, but if releasing such a powerful word spirit only consumes physical strength, then it is useless. He is a genius, this is the perfect dragon-slaying seed!" The old cowboy lowered his voice, "If you don't win over him, I will change my surname to Angers immediately!"
"I'm not interested in having a relative suddenly added to my family," Principal Angers said with a straight face.
"Relative? Calculated by age, I should be your elder!" The old cowboy raised his eyebrows mischievously.
The principal had nothing to say to refute, this guy was indeed right.
"So what is wrong with you? Are you worried that his origins are unknown? Or something else?" the old cowboy asked.
"No, his origin is quite clear. What's wrong is that this operation... this pure-blood dragon... is not the same as a normal dragon," the principal frowned, "it seems like there is something wrong with his brain."
"With so many dragons, it's normal for one to have a brain problem occasionally, isn't it?" said the old cowboy.
"But what if he knew his identity as a pure-blood dragon but didn't directly start mass killing and resuscitation but instead organized an association and parade shouting 'perfect evolution'?" Angers handed him the information on this mission.
"...What kind of magical brain circuit is this? What kind of perfect evolution does he want when he knows that he is a pure-blooded dragon? Evolve into a dragon king? Is there such a promotion path for the dragon?" The old cowboy frowned after flipping through the information. Wrinkled.
"This feels more like someone is behind the scenes, possibly trying to achieve some purpose through this operation. All the evidence so far should be on the pure-blooded dragon wrapped in extreme ice," Angers Say, "Maybe you can help me find something."
"Is this your attitude when asking for help?" The old cowboy put his hands on his hips and smiled evilly, as if to say that I finally caught you asking me for help.
"What do you want to do?" the principal asked.
"I want to hold a swimsuit contest in school!" The old cowboy's eyes sparkled.
"Do you have this much ambition?" The principal found it unbelievable.
"What's wrong with wanting to see beautiful young girls wearing swimsuits!" The old cowboy said confidently, "By the way, I have to be the referee in the swimsuit competition! The reward is credits!"
"Participate voluntarily, and the reward cannot be credits or any items in the school. It can be a bonus, but you have to pay for it yourself." The principal said.
"Why are you so stingy!" The old cowboy gave him a disgusted look.
"I'm thinking about the students." The principal said expressionlessly.
"Okay, okay, then it's settled. I'll try my best, but there is still a problem. If this problem is not solved, it will be impossible to start my research." The old cowboy said.
"You can't push yourself too far," the principal said.
"This time I'm talking seriously!"
Co-author, you also know how inappropriate the request you just mentioned is! The principal thought.
"I need that new student to help me unfreeze." The old cowboy said.
"Huh?" The principal was stunned.
"You don't think it's easy to lift the extreme ice, do you? I wasn't joking before. If we don't arrange appropriate measures, the cold inside might actually turn the entire ice cellar into a veritable 'ice cellar'!" The cowboy said, "Unless I spend a lot of money to install an alchemy matrix, but rather than that, it would be faster to have freshmen come to help. Isn't there a saying in China that to untie the bell, one must tie it?"
"I remember correctly that this sentence doesn't seem to be used in this way."
"It's really torture for an old man to learn Chinese. Besides, Chinese culture is so vast and profound that we can't know the meaning of every word, so we just need to use words that the other party can understand." The old cowboy waved his hand, "Yes. Yes, have you seen the message on the Night Watch forum?"
"What news? I have been busy since this afternoon and have no time to go up and read it." The principal was confused.
"Then you have to take a closer look... [Freshman Rescue Execution Department Mission], [S-Class Unprecedented in Forty Years], the two freshmen have already overshadowed the young master of the Gattuso family before they officially entered school. "The old cowboy took out his cell phone and logged into the Night Watch Forum, "Huh? Why is there another one? Are the S-class freshmen going to challenge that Caesar Gattuso? It's really lively tonight! Who do you think will win between them? Young people are really full of energy, which is really enviable!”
"...Honestly, I'm not surprised at all..." The principal paused and said, "That new student seems to be unexpected."
"I'm getting more and more curious to get comments like yours," the old cowboy flashed his eyes with interest, "Going to the scene in our capacity might disturb them, so why not just watch Fingel's text live broadcast? Well... Damn, this guy actually charges money! Are you so poor that you are crazy!"
