Fingel, who was chewing pig's trotters in the cafeteria, froze in place as if under a soul-stopping spell.
All because of the long message his little brother just sent him——
"Damn it, boss, you are so awesome. You just let S-class kick the Lion Heart Club and the Student Union and then come to our news agency! This way, our news agency will become so awesome!" Boss, the sacrifice you have made for this is too great. You actually plan to give up your position as president. We, the younger brothers, will all miss you!
When will S-class take office? Do we need to prepare any welcome ceremony? Wow, it’s exciting to think about the prosperous prospects of our news agency after the arrival of S-class. Maybe there will be school girls attracted by S-class to join in the future. As the scale expands, can our news agency be upgraded to a news club? It sounds a little strange, should I change the name then..."
Fingel: "???"
Where did this backstab come from? Whose little brother are you? Where did this news come from! It’s too far to think! Are you already thinking about changing your name? Who taught you this top level association ability?
Oh, it seems to be me, so that’s okay.
How strange!
This is the first time Fingel has eaten melon on himself!
Fingel solved the pig's trotters three times, put down the plates, and left the cafeteria. As soon as he took out his mobile phone, he received another message from his younger brother - "Boss, can you look at the title and content of such a post?" ?”
There was a document attached below. Fingel clicked it without any expectation, and then the corners of his eyes twitched crazily... mainly his right eye.
Fingel knows the saying that a jump in the left eye brings wealth and a jump in the right eye brings disaster.
The file title is the prepared post title, and the title this guy came up with is - [Shock! S-level continuously refused the Lionheart Club and the Student Union to join the news agency! A great sacrifice from Fingel, the former president of the News Agency! 】
alright.
Fingel understood that when he saw this, the content was no longer important.
The most important thing is where you should choose your cemetery in the coming year...
I, Fingel, am still alive and well without sacrifice!
Where did you learn to tell lies with your eyes open?
After clearing up his heavy heart, Fingel sent a message to his little brother: "Did you enter the door first with your left foot or your right foot today?"
"I don't remember, boss, why are you asking this?" asked the younger brother.
"Don't remember? Then you were fired because you couldn't remember whether you walked in with your left foot or your right foot first!"
"No, boss! I remember it's the left foot!"
"That means you will be fired because you walked in with your left foot first!"
"I remembered wrongly, boss, it's the right foot!"
"That means you'll be fired for walking in with your right foot first!"
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While Fingel was tasting the bitter fruits he had brewed over the years, Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang had already arrived at the church bell tower.
When they went to take the 3e exam in the morning, the principal mentioned that the vice-principal had something to do with them, so they could go to the bell tower whenever they had time. There was no time limit, so as soon as the club issue was resolved, Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang went here. Bian came over.
The church is a typical medieval European-style building. There will be no others. After all, there is no such thing in other places. If it were placed in China, it would be called the City God Temple or the Earth Temple. Mo Qiuran said that he lives in such a place. The person is either a legendary hermit or something magical and weird. Anyway, he is not a normal person.
"I couldn't be more normal! The reason why I stay here is because of the oppression of that old slut! As the vice principal, I have been suppressed by him as the principal. As long as you are willing to join my camp and help me win the principal Afterwards, I will promise you the position of lifeguard in the swimsuit swimming competition!"
As soon as Mo Qiuran finished speaking, there was a "boom" and the bell tower door was pushed open. A man dressed as an old cowboy leaned on the door that suddenly opened and said so.
Mo Qiuran thought seriously for a while and then said with a shocked expression on his face: "Has the internal factional struggle in the school become so serious now? It's really terrible. In fact, we are all vice principals. Someone who can turn from darkness to light, but the conditions you offered don’t seem to be very tempting.”
Chu Zihang remained silent, just staring at the bottle of whiskey that was half left in the old cowboy's hand... In fact, you don't need this to know that the old cowboy is drinking, because the smell of alcohol can be felt from five meters away. A feeling coming over his face made Chu Zihang a little worried about whether the vice-principal in such a state could still carry out the research on dragons that the principal had said before.
"What? Isn't this attractive enough? Lifeguards are the ones who can legitimately come into contact with the most beauties in the swimsuit competition!" said the old cowboy.
"But we can do this kind of thing even if we are not lifeguards..." Mo Qiuran spread his hands, "And we already have someone we like, and we have no chance to be in the vast forest."
"It's too late for a young man to hang himself on a tree so early! You haven't seen the beauty of the lush forests in the colorful world!" the old cowboy persuaded in a tone of experience.
"I can't help it. The tree I'm looking for probably only has widows but not divorced..." Mo Qiuran laughed, and then pointed at Chu Zihang, "As for him, based on your experience as vice principal, such a person You can probably tell how difficult it is to fall in love with a girl!"
"Indeed, I don't know what kind of strange woman can be tempted by such a piece of wood..." The principal nodded and spoke in agreement. It was obviously the first time for the two to meet, but they were so familiar with each other and started chatting... …However, it doesn’t seem very strange to Chu Zihang.
And this vice-principal feels...why does he feel so familiar?
"Hey, it seems I can only slowly kill that old slut..." The old cowboy sighed with emotion.
"Vice principal, aren't you older than the principal?" Mo Qiuran gave a kind reminder.
"Don't you understand this? Being older than him does not necessarily mean that I will leave before him. After all, I...Gulu...pay great attention to health!" The vice-principal said and drank some for himself. Swallows of whiskey.
Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang looked at the extremely obvious 46 marked on the whiskey bottle at the same time.
Although there is still a big gap compared with the 96-degree Maozi specialty "water of life"... but it can still be regarded as a strong drink. Your drinking method does not seem to have much to do with health care! The two thought to themselves.
"But now I still have to work for him...burp...let's go! I'll take you to the ice cellar!" the old cowboy said with a generous burp.
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