Haizhou·Jiangcheng·Ancient Blood Academy Branch

Nine o'clock in the morning.

In the spacious and bright office, a tall old man was sitting upright in front of a mahogany desk, with a stack of documents, a round glass of wine, and a bottle of open-ended aged white wine.

When Luo Qiuman walked into the office, the old man just picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and the whole room was filled with the fragrance of wine.

She looked at the old man in front of her and advised helplessly: "Dean, drink less wine."

Du Chengye, who was over fifty years old but was still addicted to alcohol, shook his head, "I'm an old problem. If I don't drink a little every day, my stomach will itch and my body will feel uncomfortable."

"You asked me to come, do you have any tasks?" Luo Qiuman said curiously. The academy has just been established, and it can be said that it is in a mess and there are many things to be done.

She just sorted out documents and materials in the office of the Academic Affairs Office. As a student of the Normal University who has just graduated, she is full of confidence in her future and hopes to show her strength in this newly established school.

However, hope is beautiful, reality is always extremely cruel. The old man's words brought her back to the cruel reality: "I want you to pick up a new teacher, a big shot from the headquarters."

"Big man?" Luo Qiuman smiled bitterly, "Are you talking about Mo Yun? I saw his information when I was sorting out the documents just now. He is less than twenty-five years old this year."

"Where are you?" the old man asked with a smile.

"I'm twenty-four." She replied subconsciously.

"Isn't that just right? You and the big guys from the headquarters should have a common topic."

When the old man mentioned the three words "Big Man", he deliberately aggravated his tone, which was obviously ironic.

"What do the headquarters think?" Luo Qiuman said with a bitter face, "Don't they believe us? A young man in his twenties was obviously here to monitor us, and we were in the way. How did you agree..."

"Do you think I'm willing?" the old man sighed, "but the one who gave the order was the one who was just an ordinary member of our second team. Now he has become the commander and the best-known figure in the headquarters. If I dare to refuse, maybe that guy dares to fly over in a helicopter and throw me into the sea."

"Is it so exaggerated?" Luo Qiuman curled his lips to the old man and begged, "Can you change my mission? I don't want to take care of a child."

"Don't want to take care of the children?" the dean asked, "What do you think is the meaning of our college?"

"this……"

Luo Qiuman couldn't find a reason to refute it for a while. This academy was very special. All the students recruited were children with "special abilities", and most of them came from various local high schools.

What happened during this period made her feel magical, as if she was living in a world in a fantasy movie.

However, the college began to gradually disclose relevant information from a very early stage, so these situations were within her acceptance.

In a sense, she herself is also an "ancient blood man", but she is just the weakest one.

According to the latest rating criteria, she compared it and thought that she should be the weakest ‘F’ level, with an average physical strength that is more powerful than that of an ordinary person. She has never breathed since she was a child. She can beat the children in the same class to cry in elementary and junior high school.

However, she did not have any special abilities - according to the information, a more professional statement is that the blood power in her body has become very thin when it comes to her, like an alcoholic beverage filled with water.

"You really believe that the young man from the headquarters is very strong? He is 'A' level?" Luo Qiuman asked.

"I don't really believe that Mo Yun, but I believe the commander won't lie to me." The old man said calmly, "As for his strength, I think we will naturally know in the future."

"So this task cannot be rejected?" Luo Qiuman asked with a bitter face.

"That's right. The big man from the headquarters is just a newcomer, so he naturally needs a friendly and beautiful female assistant who serves as a guide and introduces him to the local situation and the work of the college. He tries to satisfy him as much as possible and has no time to report to the headquarters."

The old man stared at the slim girl in front of him and smiled slightly, "You are Lao Luo's daughter, and you fully meet all standards, so this task is yours."

"Oh my God..." Luo Qiuman covered his face and felt his future be dim.

"Where should I pick him up? Time and place?"

Despite her complaints, Luo Qiuman still quickly entered the work state. Even if she didn't like it, work is work, and tasks are tasks, and there is no room for bargaining.

This is the truth her father instilled in her since childhood.

"His train arrived at Jiangcheng Station at 11:00 noon. The station will be closed and will be open only for him, so you can just go there." The old man said lightly.

"Open only for him?" Luo Qiuman said in disbelief.

"That's right." The old man smiled, "By his identity, he can enjoy such treatment."

"Isn't he the guy sent from the headquarters to monitor us? What's his identity?"

Luo Qiuman almost doubted life.

But she didn't ask much and turned around and left the office.

It was already nine o'clock and the train would arrive in two hours. She had to prepare during this time period, so she hurriedly left.

The old man put down his wine glass, looked at Luo Qiuman who had left in a hurry, and sighed slightly.

Some information, as Luo Qiuman's identity, is not qualified to know. The young man who was almost the same age as her was actually not just an ordinary person sent by the headquarters to monitor them, but also the director of the special countermeasures bureau that had been established.

The so-called special countermeasures are violent organs targeting the clans and those esoteric religious believers. They are equivalent to an expanded version of the special combat team. They control all powerful ancient blood people, even the academy, must be subject to the countermeasures.

But he couldn't believe that the always steady commander actually handed over such an important task to a young man in his twenties.

In the eyes of the old man, this is simply a fantasy.

He originally thought that a respected and senior ancient blood man would be sent to the headquarters, but he did not expect that it would be a child.

However, the old man remembered what the commander said to him on the phone, "Old Du, don't underestimate that child, he is the captain's son. To put it bluntly, now he can beat you more than a dozen of you who were not injured before, and after he breaks through, he should be able to beat one hundred."
Chapter completed!