"This is the first time you take the initiative to call me."
Principal Angers said after answering the phone.
"Is that so?" The old cowboy was stunned, "Nonsense, you old slut, why should I call you when I have nothing to do?"
"So you're calling now because you have something to do?" the principal said.
"Yes!" said the old cowboy, "I just inspected Mo Qiuran."
"So fast?" The principal was stunned, "I originally thought it would take a long time to thaw."
"His ability to control his own speech and spirit is simply incredible." At this point, the old cowboy recalled the scene he saw before and couldn't help but twitching at the corner of his eye. "It's just a bit too outrageous."
"What happened?" the principal asked.
"He scrapped an experimental well in the Equipment Department," the old cowboy said.
"Oh, it turns out this is it... wait, the experimental well? It was scrapped? What on earth did you do! The experimental well in the Equipment Department was built at a huge cost!" The principal reacted with a look of shock on his face, "Didn't you go there? Did you thaw the pure-blood dragon's cocoon so that you could start research? Why did you scrap the experimental well? What does this matter have to do with Mo Qiuran? Did he accidentally activate the self-destruction program of the experimental well?"
"Of course not! Wait, why does an experimental well have a self-destruct program?" The old cowboy was stunned.
"God knows what the guys in the equipment department were thinking. I remember when they reported to me at the time, the reason they said seemed to be that it was possible to deduce what weapon experiments they were doing through the traces and surface materials left by the explosion. So, It must be equipped with a self-destruct function." The principal recalled with some pondering.
"You can enter that kind of place, why don't you just steal the information and spend such unjust money?" The old cowboy found it unbelievable.
"It's none of my business, it's not my money that's being spent! Those guys from the secret party have too much money. It's a good thing if someone spends some for them, otherwise it will easily get moldy... So why was the experimental well destroyed?" the principal said confidently. Even after answering the question, he still did not forget the question he was most concerned about.
"Because of thawing," the old cowboy replied. He still felt a little incredible when he said this sentence. "He needed to release and dilute the ice elements when thawing, so he used the heat insulation experiment just made by the research department. The room was demolished..."
"Wait, do you mean the laboratory that the research department asked me to apply for a huge amount of funding to build?" The principal was shocked again.
"What's the point of interrupting? It's not your money that's being spent!" the old cowboy said angrily, "Don't interrupt!"
"You continue." The principal thought about it, and it was indeed reasonable and irrefutable.
"Then the extreme ice crystal was transported to the experimental well of the Equipment Department, and then it began to thaw, and then...the experimental well was gone. The special alloy metal on the walls of the well was all frozen and cracked. After I took Mo Qiuran with me, When Chu Zihang left, the well wall covered with thick ice was still cracking, and the sound was similar to playing a pipa," the old cowboy recalled describing the scene at that time.
"Are you leaving immediately?" The principal was stunned.
"Otherwise! It would be very difficult for me to do this. The Minister of Equipment looked at the experimental well as if he had seen the death of his mother who gave birth to countless children!" said the old cowboy, "If I don't take them away, I will I'm worried that the equipment department will be wiped out today... The freshman who made such a big noise was just panting slightly. I didn't even see any fatigue on his face. Can you believe it? It's outrageous! Also, did you make that big noise? did not hear?"
"I heard a loud noise from the experimental well, but this is indeed a relatively frequent thing..." the principal said.
"In short... I can't describe the situation at the scene, but you can go and have a look." The old cowboy lowered his voice, "Where did you find such a person? Did he really jump out of nowhere? If that's the case. I think his identity is a little suspicious..."
"He is indeed not in my plan. As for his identity...his identity is related to the ancient mixed-race family in China," the principal said. "You know, that is a force that can rival the Secret Party."
"So that's it..." The old cowboy suddenly realized.
"I'm looking forward to the expressions of those secret party guys. The better Mo Qiuran performs, the more I look forward to it." There was a hint of satisfaction in the principal's voice, as if he was happy at the thought of such a situation.
"Has the relationship between you reached this point?" the old cowboy asked.
"Absolutely. They have become more and more dissatisfied with me over the years. They probably want to find someone who can replace me. Caesar Gattuso is their choice, but they still need too much time to grow," the principal said , "The difference between me and them is that no matter how Caesar performs, I will do my best to train my students, as long as he comes to slay dragons, but the secret party will not be willing to train on someone who is not under their control." Spend time and effort.”
"Yes, you are a madman who has lived to this day just to slay dragons. What else is more important to you than slaying dragons?" the old cowboy sighed.
"That's probably to see a young man who is good enough to lead a mixed race." The principal said.
"Stop talking, I have to study that thing later. Damn it, the number of times I have gone out these days is almost as much as the number of times I went out in the previous year!" the old cowboy complained.
"More exercise is good for your health," the principal advised. "Look at your appearance. I remember when I took the recruitment letter to Texas to recruit you, you were still a handsome cowboy with a standard figure."
"I am also a cowboy now!" the old cowboy said, "What's more, were you recruiting me back then? You just knocked me out and carried me back!"
"Yeah, but the recruitment letter is still in your hands, isn't it," the principal said, "To be honest, you look like a potato in jeans now."
"This is a disguise, do you understand the disguise? I am saving energy!" The old cowboy hung up the phone angrily, picked up a bottle of whiskey, opened it, and started tossing it, preparing to have a bottle as a routine and thinking about whether to go to the ice cellar. After dissecting and studying the matter about the pure-blood dragon, I finally succeeded in persuading him with the reason: "I am the vice principal now, and the position of principal will be mine after that old bitch is gone, so I am doing things for my future self." himself.
However, just as he drank the bottle of whiskey and was about to leave, the phone rang again. He picked it up and surprisingly found that it was from the S-class freshman Mo Qiuran who had shocked him not long ago.
Wait, it’s not like the equipment department’s popularity just came to the door and was destroyed by the group, so I called him and asked him to handle it!
The old cowboy pressed the answer button with a tremble of his hand.
"Hello, Vice President, I heard from Senior Fingel that I need your approval to be the president of the news agency. In order to guide college students to correct values and social outlook, I want to take the position of president of the school news agency!" Mo Qiuran answered the phone as soon as the call was answered. A bunch of words were thrown at me without even a punctuation mark.
Fingel on the other hand said that he was very calm. Considering his relationship with the vice-principal, he would be damned if the vice-principal agreed so easily!
The old cowboy felt relieved when he heard what Mo Qiuran said.
What, it turns out that the equipment department was not destroyed!
"Okay, it's just a small matter. I'll tell Norma when I get back!" The old cowboy agreed boldly with a wave of his hand.
Fingel: "???"
No, what happened?
His six-year career as the leader of the paparazzi team was just like that, over? ? ?
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