"I heard from Professor Schneider that Jiang Xun was a little nervous about the fact that he failed to get the scholarship. This really made us misconsider.

If a student with the ability to solve the A-level mixed race is treated unfairly because of his bloodline rating, it is a dereliction of duty for us educators." The principal's sincere voice came from the phone.

"Oh? Does the principal mean to give me a supplementary scholarship?" Jiang Xun said.

"Yes, I think such an excellent student as Jiang Xun is definitely worthy of an excellent scholarship. Moreover, your current Z-level authority is basically nothing except for checking the class schedule. You can't even speak on campus forums and can only browse other people's posts. It's too unfair to an excellent student like you." said the principal.

"That's right, that's right." Jiang Xun agreed. He had not considered the authority at the beginning, but had obtained Chu Tianjiao's dragon-slaying equipment before. He originally thought that he would use a student card to open it after being admitted to Kassel College.

Now I remember that even if he went to Kassel Academy, he would not be able to open the weapon box if he did not have enough authority.

"It's a pity that some stubborn guys on the school board opposed the issue of blood. Finally, at my strong request, the school board agreed to give you a scholarship, but there will be a test first." The principal instructed slowly.

His tone was like an educator who discovered a hidden genius. The educator who felt sorry for this genius who was covered in dust now wants to give this genius a chance to prove himself.

"Okay, what do I need to do." Jiang Xun didn't know what the principal had, but since it was related to the previous fog ghost, he had the opportunity to earn experience and gold coins. His butcher knife was already hungry and thirsty.

He has been practicing Yasuo's wind-controlling swordsmanship during this period, although he has a chance to go to Summoner Canyon to challenge the Canyon Pioneer once a day.

But this cheating system has increased the difficulty of the Canyon Pioneer. It is really not easy for him to cut a giant beetle as tall as a building with a knife.

This mission can help him earn scholarships and improve his campus account permissions, so he must go there.

"Very good, I like your courage. I am worthy of being a young man who is optimistic about Professor Schneider and I. The specific information is that the specialist of this mission is Ms. Dong Suyan from the China branch. I will tell you that your mission this time is to assist her in completing the mission as an assistant."

"no problem."

"I hope that the first task Jiang Xun will be executed after entering Kassel College will be delivered with a perfect answer."

Anger put down the phone in his hand and picked up the folding knife from the ground. The blade of the folding knife was stained with something brownish yellow. He frowned. It was too dirty. He was a little reluctant to wipe the folding knife with a handkerchief.

"Is this really good? If a freshman solves this problem, it will be more troublesome if he or she does not send a team of more than ten people to fight.

I now seriously suspect that you, a false educator, are pushing the thorny student who asks you for a scholarship into the fire pit.

The best way to solve the problem is to solve the person who raises the problem. This way of dealing with the problem seems to be very popular in China. It seems that the school has done a good job in Chinese education in the past two years. You are the leader, comrade of the principal."

After the night watchman finished speaking, he continued to squint his eyes and pour whiskey on his bed that was like a doghouse.

"I have always been proud of being a qualified educator, and I want to correct you a little bit, Jiang Xun is not a thorny student.

Soldiers who don’t want to be generals are not good soldiers, but those who want to get scholarships are excellent students.

Of course it will be troublesome for normal freshmen, but my vice principal, do you really think that normal freshmen can kill a dragon-formed A-level mixed-race species without any harm?” Anger asked back.

"Yes, the bloodline is weak, but the battle is not as strong as humans. This is a monster. A monster cannot satisfy you, so you found a new monster?" asked the Night Watch.

"As long as you can mourn the dragon clan, I naturally hope that the more monsters, the better." Although Anger picked a book from the adult magazines all over the ground that didn't look so dirty, he tore off the cover and wiped the folding knife in his hand.

"The Chinese say that they can drive the wolf to swallow the tiger. Do you drive monsters to destroy the dragon clan? Aren't you afraid of being backfired by the monsters first?"

"If the monster is disobedient and wants to bite me, I will cut off its neck first." Angers spoke lines that belonged to the thug in the most standard London accent.

The night watchman sat up from the bed and covered his round belly and said, "Anger, so many years have passed, and you have been living by hatred for the dragon clan.

I have been wondering recently, if we successfully destroy the Dragon Clan one day, will you become even more decadent than me?"

The Night Watcher used to be a handsome man with eight-pack abs, but now he looks like a vulgar and fat uncle.

“This room is like hell to me.”

Anger looked at the loft at the top of the bell tower of the college church. The walls were covered with posters of low-cut girls, empty wine bottles and adult magazines all over the floor, and the temperament of Anger in a suit and ties was completely inconsistent with the temperament of her.

"But if I can destroy the dragon clan, it doesn't matter if I lock me in such a place for my whole life."

"I seem to hear your dissatisfaction with my warm hut. Don't you think...wait, Angers." The night watchman's face changed drastically.

Angers stopped wiping the folding knife in his hand and asked seriously: "What's wrong?"

Is there anything big going to happen if the night watchman, whose bloodline is second only to the first generation, can he be so nervous?

"Let me see the magazine in your hand." said the night watchman tremblingly.

Angers raised the magazine in his hand.

"Ahhhhh" the night watchman shouted crazy: This is Betty Peggy, you actually used her photo to rub peanut butter, Anger, you bastard!"

"So it's peanut butter?" Anger breathed a sigh of relief.

"Aren't you a playboy? This woman is the woman Hugh Hefner, the founder of Play                                                                                                                 �

"I prefer their soft bodies to the photos of the beauties."

"Wait, put down that magazine, I beg you, you have ruined the best episode of Play                                                                                                                   �

The roar of the night watchman came from the attic.

...

After leaving the Internet cafe, Jiang Xun followed the principal's instructions to get on a Wuling Hongguang parked at the entrance of the Internet cafe.

In myths and legends, dragons have the habit of collecting gold, silver and treasures. As a mixed-race species that inherits the blood of the dragon clan, it seems that they have also inherited this habit.

The mixed races in Jiang Xun's memory seem to be quite rich. They smoke famous cigarettes, drink famous wine, and perm their hair. They don't go out without driving a sports car.

I didn’t expect that there would be people driving such civilian magic cars. I don’t know if it’s because of its unique taste or low-key personality.
Chapter completed!