"You're here with bad intentions, junior fellow student." Fingel whispered. He had already come out of the bad news that the profit distribution had become September 1st. He didn't know whether he was adaptable or just didn't care at all.
"Of course, after all, we are here at the base camp where you, senior, have helped us create hatred," Mo Qiuran said, "Also, to be precise, we are the 'comers' in the bad comers."
It was indeed a bad sign, for these student union members who were all focused on Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang at this moment.
Because they were stunned the first time they saw these two people.
The taller the mixed race is, the more handsome (beautiful) it is, so there is basically no ugly person here, but some people are like this. No matter how handsome you are, you are just a green leaf next to him and can only be reduced to a foil.
Now, there are three such people present, one is Caesar, and the other two are Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang who just walked in.
If Caesar is as noble and majestic as an emperor, making people feel conquered and shocked at a glance, then Chu Zihang is like a sword, sharp, straight, unwavering, with indifferent and cold eyes that don't seem to care about anything. , like a born swordsman.
And Mo Qiuran is like the peach blossom blooming in the spring sunshine. The slight curvature of the corners of her mouth makes her warm and soft with a hint of evil, making her a free and uninhibited prodigal.
With that smile, he swept over everyone in the audience. Most of the people who were originally angry had unknowingly lost a lot of their anger after coming into contact with that pool of spring water-like peach blossom eyes. Instead, they thought to themselves, what if Fen If what Geer said is true...this man is so proud, and there is no big problem?
It can be seen that being handsome does have privileges!
"So...senior Caesar Gattuso?" Mo Qiuran locked onto the man with dazzling gold-like hair and sea-blue eyes, breaking the silence.
It was too conspicuous. He had never seen such golden hair before. Mo Qiuran even wondered if he had specially dyed it... or gilded it?
How about I find a chance to get some and try burning them in the future?
"It's me." Caesar has been observing Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang since they walked in. When he looked at them, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes. That was the satisfaction of meeting an opponent!
No matter in the eyes of Mo Qiuran or Chu Zihang, he did not see the slightest bit of cowardice or nervousness, which showed that they were able to maintain confidence in front of him.
Although he had seen too many people like this before, and in the end they all failed in his own hands... But maybe it was a premonition, and Caesar felt that these two people were different.
So he walked down the spiral staircase and came to Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang, "Mo Qiuran, Chu Zihang, S-level and A-level special recruits, juniors, right?"
"It's still an A for now." Mo Qiuran shrugged, "It won't be an S until after the 3E exam in a few days."
Although he hasn't taken the exam yet, Mo Qiuran is inexplicably full of confidence.
The whole place was in an uproar.
Just this sentence, the level of arrogance has surpassed the well-known words Caesar said when he first entered school!
Later, Fingel, who tried his best to hide himself in the crowd, had already begun to work hard on his mobile phone. His fingers kept going back and forth on the keys, so the content of his special text live broadcast on the Night Watch forum continued to grow.
【Crushing momentum! S-level freshmen and A-level freshmen ignore everyone in the student union! 】
[The king and the king look at each other! The war starts with eyes! 】
[Is S-level a foregone conclusion? The most arrogant entrance speech ever! 】
As a qualified old paparazzi, Fingel put all the news writing skills he had developed over the years into full play, and these paid posts with eye-catching titles and eye-catching content were naturally bought by the students and professors on the Night Watch forum... Kassel College is rich per capita, Fingel's situation is purely accidental, after all, no matter where it is, there will always be one or two weirdos.
Looking at the rising number of subscribers, Fingel's face was neither happy nor sad. For him, 90% of so much money belongs to others... Happiness naturally comes from nothing.
"But before that, I have to make it clear that the purpose of our visit this time is not to cause trouble, we just want to see what it is like to be so confident." Mo Qiuran continued.
"Are you... showing weakness?" Caesar frowned.
"...Where does your courage come from, Liang Jingru?" Mo Qiuran looked at him speechlessly and replied unceremoniously.
Although it is almost clear that people like Caesar have this kind of character and are not deliberately trying to make things difficult, but...it is really unpleasant!
"Who is Liang Jingru?" Caesar was stunned.
"A singer, one of her songs is called "Courage"." Mo Qiuran said.
"I can take your answer as a challenge." Caesar felt that he understood what Mo Qiuran meant.
"You make me feel like an adult lion who is ambitious and wants to conquer everything...it just so happens that your hair is similar." Mo Qiuran complained, "But I prefer tigers. Who do you think a Siberian tiger will fight with a lion?" Can you win?"
"I like lions, so the lion can win." Caesar said.
"Don't be so nervous, we really are not here to cause trouble." Mo Qiuran's eyes were sincere.
After a while.
"Okay, to what?" Mo Qiuran gave up.
"You choose." Caesar said confidently, "No matter what it is, please be prepared to fail in advance."
"Domineering! But a little too naive," Mo Qiuran clapped and nodded, "Then let's compete in cooking!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole place fell silent again.
The expressions on most people's faces were doubts of "Did I hear wrongly?"
Caesar's expression also froze.
Even a guy like Fingel couldn't help but pause for a moment... and then continue - [The S-class found another way to compete with Emperor Gattuso in cooking! Emperor Gattuso is faced with a difficult decision! (As expected of S-class, those who achieve great things don’t stick to trivial matters!)]
After finishing writing, Fingel also said in his heart that he has my style...he didn't dare to type this sentence.
Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang were probably the only ones in the audience who looked calm and composed. Mo Qiuran was because this competition project was originally proposed by him and naturally there could be no fluctuations... And Chu Zihang... Mo Qiuran... Whatever Ran did, in his eyes he would probably think, "Oh, it's him, that's normal."
As long as your receptive ability is strong enough, nothing unexpected will happen!
"What, don't you accept any challenge?" Mo Qiuran asked.
"What kind of competition is this? Is cooking skills of any use in slaying a dragon?" A member of the student union couldn't help but said.
"So playing chess, music, boating and the like are useful?" Mo Qiuran chuckled.
"But cooking skills..."
"That's enough, I don't like to make excuses, because that's the same as failure," Caesar waved to stop and looked at Mo Qiuran, "How to compare?"
