"It's the first time you've called me on your own initiative."

Principal Angers said after answering the phone.

"Is that true?" The old cowboy was stunned. "Nonsense, why do you old slut call you for nothing?"

"So is it something you call now?" said the principal.

"Yes!" said the old cowboy, "I just inspected Mo Qiuran."

"So quickly?" the principal was stunned. "I thought it would take a long time to thaw."

"He has an incredible ability to control his own words," said the old cowboy, recalling the scene he saw before, couldn't help but twitching his eyes, "It's just a bit outrageous."

"What happened?" asked the principal.

"He scrapped an experimental well from the equipment department." said the old cowboy.

"Oh, it turns out that's it... Wait, the experimental well? It's scrapped? What did you do! The experimental well of the equipment department cost a lot of money!" The principal was shocked after reacting, "Didn't you go and thaw the cocoon of the pure blood dragon clan to facilitate the research? Why did the experimental well be scrapped? What does this matter have to do with Mo Qiuran? Did he accidentally start the self-destruction procedure of the experimental well?"

"Of course not! Wait, why does an experimental well have a self-destructive program?" The old cowboy was stunned.

"God knows what those guys in the equipment department think. I remember that when they reported to me, the reason they said seemed to be that the traces and surface substances left by the explosion were also possible to reverse the weapon experiments they were doing, so they had to install a self-destructive function." The principal pondered for a moment and recalled.

"Why don't you steal information directly if you can enter that kind of place? You can spend this kind of money in vain?" The old cowboy found it unbelievable.

"What does it have to do with me? It's not my money! Those guys from the Secret Party have too much money. It's a good thing for someone to spend it on them, otherwise it's easy to get moldy... So why did the experimental well be destroyed?" The principal answered with confidence and 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. "He needed to release and dilute the ice elements when thawing, so he removed the insulation laboratory just made by the research department..."

"Wait, does the research department mean that the laboratory that was previously invested in me with a huge amount of funds to manufacture?" The principal was shocked again.

"What's the point of interruption? It's not your money!" The old cowboy said angrily, "Don't interrupt!"

"You keep going." The principal thought it was indeed very reasonable and irrefutable.

"Then I transported the Jibing Crystal to the experimental well of the equipment department, and then it started to thaw, and then... the experimental well was gone, and the special alloy metal on the well wall was completely frozen and cracked. When I left with Mo Qiuran and Chu Zihang, the well wall covered with thick ice was still cracking, and the sound was similar to playing the pipa," the old cowboy recalled the scene at that time and described it.

"Did you leave directly?" the principal was stunned.

"Otherwise! It's hard for me to do it. The Minister of Equipment Department looked at the experimental well and looked like he saw the mother who gave birth to countless children passed away!" The old cowboy said, "If you don't take them away, I'm worried that the Equipment Department will be destroyed today... The new student made such a big noise and was just breathing slightly. I didn't even see a little fatigue on his face. Can you believe it? It's outrageous! Also, didn't you hear that noise?"

"I heard a loud noise from the experimental well, but this is indeed something that happens more frequently..." said the principal.

"Anyway... I don't describe the situation on the scene, but you can go to the scene to see it," the old cowboy lowered his voice, "Where did you find such a person? I really jumped out for no reason? If that's the case, I think his identity is a bit suspicious..."

"He is indeed not in my plan. As for his identity...his identity is related to the ancient mixed-race family in China," said the principal. "You know, that is a force that can compete with the Secret Party."

"So that's what it is..." The old cowboy suddenly realized.

"I am looking forward to the expressions of the guys from the Secret Party. The better Mo Qiuran performs, the more I look forward to it." The principal's voice was filled with a hint of comfort, as if he was happy about such a situation.

"Have you reached this point?" asked the old cowboy.

"It's almost the same. They've seen me more and more disliked over the years. I guess I want to find someone who can replace me. Caesar Gattuso is their choice, but it takes too much time to grow," said the principal. "My differences with them are that no matter how Caesar performs, I will do my best to train my students. As long as he comes to slay the dragon, the Secret Party will not be willing to spend time and energy on people who are not under their control."

"Yes, you are a lunatic who has lived to this day to kill dragons. What else can be more important to you than killing dragons?" The old cowboy sighed.

"That's probably just seeing a young man who is excellent enough to lead a mixed race." said the principal.

"I won't say it anymore. I'll have to study that thing later. Damn it. The number of times I've been out these days is almost as high as the number of times I've been out in the past year!" The old cowboy complained.

"It's good for your body," the principal persuaded. "Look at how you look, I remember when I went to Texas to recruit you with a recruitment letter, you were still a handsome cowboy with a standard figure."

"I'm also a cowboy now!" said the old cowboy, "What's more, did you recruit me back then? You knocked me out and carried me back!"

"Yes, but the recruitment letter is still in your hands, right?" said the principal. "To be honest, you look like a potato in a denim suit."

"This is a disguise. Do you understand the disguise? I am accumulating energy!" The old cowboy hung up the phone angrily, picked up a bottle of whiskey and opened it and started to start to have a ton of tons. He was preparing to have a bottle of one by one and then consider whether to go to the ice cellar to dissect and study the matter of the pure blood dragon clan. In the end, he successfully convinced himself with the reason "I am the vice principal now, and when the old slut is frivolous, the principal's position is mine, so I am doing things for the future me."

However, just as he drank the bottle of whiskey and was about to set off, the phone rang again. He picked it up and unexpectedly found that it was from the S-level freshman Mo Qiuran who had just shocked him not long ago.

Wait, it’s not that the equipment department is popular, but I came to the door and was wiped out by the group, so call me and let me deal with it!

The old cowboy trembled his hand and pressed the answer button.

"Vice Principal, you are nice to Senior Finger, saying that being the president of the news agency requires your approval in order to guide the correct values ​​and social views of the college students, so I want to serve as the president of the school news agency!" As soon as the phone answered Mo Qiuran's words, half of the punctuation pause was hit without scattering.

Finger, who was on the other hand, said that he was very calm. With his relationship with the vice principal, it would be a hell if the vice principal agreed so easily!

The old cowboy felt relieved when she heard what Mo Qiuran said.

What? It turns out that I didn’t destroy the equipment department!

"Okay, it's just a trivial matter. I'll talk to Norma when I look back!" The old cowboy waved his hand and agreed boldly.

Finger: "???"

No, what happened?
Chapter completed!