"Senior, surrender yourself." Mo Qiuran said seriously.
"Why?" Fingel looked confused.
"This car definitely doesn't belong to you, senior, right?" Mo Qiuran pointed to the car in front of him.
"It's not true... this is the principal's car, but he asked me to help him pick up people. You can't let me run over with my legs and carry you back one by one, right?" Fingel said plausibly.
"I still prefer Bugatti Veyron and am about to buy one." Kaiser said.
"A sports car is good, but it can only hold two people. If it is a sports car like this, where will the remaining two people sit? On the hood?" Fingel said earnestly, "Junior, we must consider practicality. !”
"There won't be that many people who are qualified to sit in my car." Caesar said lightly, his tone was really calm, it sounded like he was stating a fact, and he was domineering.
"I suggest you not to say such things in front of him, otherwise you might get a post on the road with the title [Emperor Gattuso: The principal's mistake is that there are too many people who are qualified to sit in his car]. Come out." Mo Qiuran said.
Caesar was shocked, did what he just said actually have such meaning?
"Brother, you are really a roundworm in my belly!" Fingel lamented, "In this way, I can safely hand over the position of president of the news agency to you. Hey, as a witness to its establishment, development, and exit As a president who has reached this stage, my feelings at this moment are really indescribable..."
"Senior, your metaphor is very good. Don't use it again next time," Mo Qiuran said. "And don't pretend anymore. I will definitely hang you on the wall. Don't worry!"
"It's a photo, a photo!" Fingel quickly added.
From the cc11000 train platform of Cassel College to the gate of Cassel College, you need to pass through a winding mountain road. From the gate of Cassel College to the principal's office, you need to pass... the cafeteria.
"I suddenly realized a very serious problem," Mo Qiuran said. "Although the principal invited us over to have afternoon tea, with those few biscuits... it should be just for show."
"I agree, afternoon tea should have lobster, roasted goose and steak!" Fingal said.
"That's a midnight snack you're talking about!" Mo Qiuran scolded him, "Anyway, I'm a little hungry."
"Me too." Fingel nodded.
"In that case, why don't we go to the canteen first?" Mo Qiuran did not quarrel with him this time.
"Isn't it bad to keep the principal waiting for too long?" Caesar couldn't help but say.
In fact, he is the only person here who has never met the principal, and principal Angers is called the first mixed-race person. It can only be said to be true in name. Although Caesar is arrogant, when faced with the opportunity to have afternoon tea with the principal... ...still a little excited.
Although he may not even realize this little excitement.
"That makes sense, then let's pack it up and invite the principal to eat it together!" Mo Qiuran nodded after thinking for a moment.
Caesar: "???"
"What a great idea! I appreciate your choice of disciple!" Fingel echoed, fearing that the world would be in chaos.
As for Chu Zihang... it was not unexpected for this kind of thing to happen anyway, so he didn't express his opinion.
"Two to one, one option, the proposal is approved!" Mo Qiuran announced with a wave of his hand that the operation of "bringing your own food to the principal's office for afternoon tea" had officially begun.
…
There was a knock on the door, and a slightly flattering voice came from Fingel: "Principal, I brought you here~"
"Please come in." Angers put aside the thick book in his hand and said.
Then he saw the office door being pushed open, with Mo Qiuran leading the way, Caesar and Chu Zihang in the middle, and Fingel walking in at the end... It was just that it was a little different from what he expected.
There's something more.
"What you are holding is..." Angers looked at a plastic bag they were holding, and all the prepared opening remarks were meaningless for a moment.
"This is food from the cafeteria!" Mo Qiuran raised the plastic bag in his hand and handed it over, as if he was afraid that Ange couldn't see clearly, "I heard that the principal wanted to have afternoon tea with us, so we passed by the cafeteria on the way. By the way, I went to buy some and brought it over. When the aunt in the cafeteria heard that these foods were to be brought to you, the principal, her hand tremors were cured, so she specially selected the largest and best quality pork knuckles!"
"Oh... this is really... unexpected." Angers said dryly, wondering if the effect of the principal's name is to give the pig knuckles bigger? And when did the aunt in the cafeteria develop hand tremors?
"Hey, is afternoon tea abroad different from ours?" Mo Qiuran tilted his head and asked.
"It seems that the difference is quite big so far..." Principal Ange looked at the pile of food that had completely dispersed the fragrance of tea that permeated the office and fell into deep thought - he has been the principal for so many years, and this is the first time. Once someone came for afternoon tea and brought their own food!
In the end, Mo Qiuran and the others sat down in the principal's office. There was a table full of all kinds of food between them and Angers. There were everything from pastries to pork knuckles. The card swiping business was still handled by Kaiser. The aroma of all kinds of food filled the principal's mind. There was a buzz in the office. Ange was hesitating whether to ask Mo Qiuran what tea they wanted to drink as planned. The plan was that he could take this opportunity to show his rich tea collection to the young people and then take the opportunity to express some stories. Expand the topic of today's conversation so that everything seems logical and easy-going, which is conducive to the progress of the topic.
But if he asked now, Principal Ange felt that the S-level Mo Qiuran in front of him would give him another surprise, such as "What kind of tea do you like to drink? I like to drink milk tea!" and other shocking remarks.
This guy can really do anything! Angers confirmed this. He was definitely the one who took the lead in bringing food to the principal's office for afternoon tea!
All I can say is, is he worthy of being a genius S-class? Ange thought to himself that it is understandable for a person who is talented enough to have some strange behaviors and habits, because he has the capital.
While hesitating, Fingel knocked on the door, carrying a dozen iced Cokes... Then Principal Angers breathed a sigh of relief and directly gave up the idea of asking if he wanted to drink tea.
…
"I haven't eaten in the cafeteria for a long time. It seems the food is pretty good." Principal Angers said with a smile.
Although things were slightly out of control, Principal Angers didn't care. He had enough patience for outstanding young people.
Those who are not outstanding cannot come here.
"Then let's start the afternoon tea session! Principal, would you like some too? We bought a lot! If it doesn't work, just ask Senior Fingel to make another trip!" Mo Qiuran looked salivating.
Principal Angers: "..."
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