"It's a pity that speculation is just speculation after all." Mo Qiuran calmed down and even sighed a little depressedly. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that he wanted to be a fact and then became a mortal enemy with a villain organization that wanted to do big things. Maybe he really felt that he would enjoy the standard treatment of the protagonist in the novel.

"It would be great if they were a little bolder to invade the school. Based on past experience, such organizations usually give the protagonist money and experience magic weapons to the beauty." Mo Qiuran began to murmur.

Chu Zihang was silent, his past experience...the experience in the novel?

Sure enough, this guy started to get nervous again!

...

late at night.

Autumn wind gradually destined: [It's the second night I miss Sister Tang]

The guardian girl: [Have you read the information?]

Qiu Feng Jianran: [I looked at it, and I also analyzed a lot of information!]

Guardian girl: [A lot of information?]

Qiu Feng Jianran: [Yes, I was like shelmes possessed or cheated... Oh no, I didn't cheated]

The girl guarding the door: [It doesn’t matter whether you open a cheat or not. This matter is to be handed over to you, because it involves potions that can purify bloodlines and two experiments with extremely serious harm and serious consequences. This organization has been listed as the forefront of the most threatening terrorist extremist organizations. All the official forces of mixed races will unite to search for them. If there is any relevant information, I will notify you as soon as possible]

The autumn wind gradually destined: [Love you, Sister Tang!]

The guardian girl: [Go to sleep with you!]

The autumn wind is gradually dyed: [Okay, good night, Sister Tang!]

...

It was still the morning when the white doves were flying. The sunlight fell, and the charming halo was reflected through the dew on the tip of the grass. Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang walked on the pebbly path stepping on the melodious bell. There was still an out of place in the poetic and picturesque beauty - Finger, who was yawning all over the sky.

"This is what I have heard the morning bell for two consecutive days. It feels like I'm back six years ago. At that time, I seemed to get up early in the morning and run and exercise in the morning. When I heard the bell, I was sitting in the cafeteria with the best bread breakfast," Finger's words were filled with melancholy of memories. "Now I wake up when I hear the bell, basically noon. Once, even at night, and I can only eat the cheapest pork elbows, mashed potatoes or pickled vegetables in the cafeteria..."

"Senior, should you reflect on your own problems when you get to this point?" Mo Qiuran said, "For example, why are you obviously a body-like speech-spirit enhancer still so tired every morning... Are you not sleeping every night, senior?"

"Yes, the biological clock has been completely reversed." Finger said weakly.

"It's okay, I have a very effective solution to your situation like this, and it's the kind that can be solved in one day!" Mo Qiuran said, "You can move to Asia to live!"

"Thank you for your perfect proposal, but I think you can afford to live in a house and eat here, and there is still a way to make a living." Finger said miserably, "so I would rather stay up late."

"So it seems that we need to solve the problem from the root of the problem. Let me interview you, senior, why are you staying up late?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"To make money, work to pay off your debts," Finger cried. "If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't even see any hope. And as an excellent paparazzi, I'm not an excellent president of the news agency, I need to provide ultimate whitewashing services for your reputation. After collecting money, I have to do things well. So last night I was confronting those people all night. This time, I did not use the means of banning and debated them and them to the point where there was nothing to say!"

"If I remember correctly, it seems that my reputation has become worse at the beginning because of the wave of banned quotation packages from seniors..." Mo Qiuran thought for a moment and suddenly asked, "Is the reason why they have nothing to say is that they have decided to have a real person offline with seniors?"

"You know this too!" Finger was shocked.

"Since you didn't want to come to the principal's office at all, but now you are eager to come to the principal's office quickly with us, so you can guess..." Mo Qiuran said.

"Senior brother, you can't talk nonsense. The principal has always been an existence that I admire very much. It was not that I didn't want to come before, but that I felt that being able to come to the principal's office with my grades and credits was simply an insult to other students in the school. Do you know how many students work hard to be able to drink the principal's afternoon tea?" Finger sorted out the slightly tight school uniform on his body, "I even changed into the school uniform! This is enough to reflect my respect for the principal!"

"The feelings are so rich!" Mo Qiuran exclaimed, "Senior, have you thought about this line for a long time?"

"Ahem...we're here!" Finger coughed lightly and chose to change the topic.

Indeed, the principal's office is not too far from the Valhalla. It is a double-storey building that is not very eye-catching, surrounded by bushes, and at first glance it looks like an ordinary garage.

But Mo Qiuran felt that with the principal's exquisiteness, it was probably a different story. After all, even Finger once said that the principal was the most sexy old man he had ever seen. How could a slutty old man have a simple office?

So after knocking on the door and getting a reply from the invitation, they entered the principal's office that the students of Kassel College dreamed of.

As expected, Mo Qiuran was not wrong.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiuran guessed wrong again.

If you guess wrong, it means that there is indeed a different world in this office, and if you guess wrong, it means that the layout in this office is not anything Mo Qiuran had thought.

Books, books are everywhere.

The principal's office is not so much an office, but a huge bookshelves. There is no partition between the first and second floors, and it is completely opened, so it looks particularly spacious. On the central patio is a huge skylight full of green and yellow leaves. The morning sun shines in from the window, and it is not warm at all. Apart from the huge oil paintings, there are bookshelfs that are high to the top, and there are complete sets of hardcover books, neatly pleasing to the eye. The bookshelf is equipped with high and low stairs and platforms, which are convenient for people who climb up the mountain or sit on the stairs to pull out a book to start reading. At this time, you only need another cup of coffee, listen to the gentle music, and sometimes enjoy the Bermuda lawn outside the window... It is two words - comfort.

"Like my office?" The old man on the chair behind the desk said with a smile. In front of him was a cup of steaming tea, and next to it was a small plate of exquisite cranberry biscuits. On the large solid wood table was an old-fashioned radio, which looked like the kind that could play tapes, and melodious singing was coming from it.
Chapter completed!