Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 136 Stupid old man (two in one, please subscribe!)

Andrew was in a mess. Before that, he had many negative labels for Angers in his mind, such as hateful, terrible, even shameful... But where does the word "poor" come from?

"Do you know that Principal Ange is honored this year?" Fingel wiped away his tears and asked abruptly.

"If the file is correct... I remember it was 130 years old." Andrew said blankly. Why did the classmate named Finger ask him this.

"Yes, 130 years old!" Fingel kept kneeling in front of Andrew, and slapped his thigh with a broad palm, "Can you imagine? A 130-year-old old man is still teaching? Ordinary old people live At this age, the son's son's son is about to have a son, and he should have sat in a wheelchair with a blanket on and listened to his grandson's grandson telling Grimm's fairy tales... But what about the principal, an old man? He has never married and devoted his whole life to slaughtering dragons In the great cause of education! This is so epic!"

"But I heard..." Andrew clutched his slapped legs. He originally wanted to say that although Ange was not married, he heard that the old man had a flirtatious nature.

But his words were interrupted.

"I know, I know that great people are always subject to slander, just like our principal, an old man, who has worked hard all his life. Because of teaching for a hundred years, his throat often suffers from pharyngitis; because he always goes to the battlefield in person, he takes off his clothes At that time, there was not a single place on his body that was not engraved with hideous scars, and the pain was unbearable when it rained... But even such a great educator, there are still young people who try to slander him with slanderous words!" Fingel revealed his true feelings , burst into tears.

What is professionalism, this is professionalism!This guy is not only a professional paparazzi, but also a quality actor!
"But the information in my hand shows that Angers embezzled public funds and bought private manors in seven countries around the world, spending 12 billion US dollars." Andrew cited one of Angers' most serious crimes, "Great educator, so Need a house to live in? I even thought he was working part-time as a real estate supplier."

"Have you been discovered?" Fingel was taken aback and sighed, then he took out a few black and white photos from the lining pocket of his school uniform and handed them to Andrew.

Andrew took the photo, rubbed his fingers at the edge of the photo, and the sense of touch broke the atmosphere of the age, and when he saw the content of the photo, he seemed to see something incredible, his pupils shrank, and he murmured: "How could this be... …how so!"

"Yeah, no one thought that this is the truth!" Fingel flipped through the photos, recalling the wasted years.

"This one is Principal Angers' Baisha Manor in Tonga. He has recruited more than 100 mixed-race orphans who have not yet awakened. He also spent a lot of money to hire local teachers and administrators to teach common sense and mixed-race orphans. The enlightenment of culture, this photo is a group photo of the principal and the children when the manor was established...Look at them, how happy they are smiling!"

"This one is Principal Ange's Kuskovo Manor in Russia, where post-war veterans who were secret agents in World War II were accommodated. The principal spent a lot of money to hire local nurses and professional psychologists to take care of these homeless people. The old guys of the company and regularly conduct psychological counseling, he will visit them every year and take a group photo...Look at them, how happy they are smiling!"

"This one is Principal Angers' Crimson Rose Manor in Mauritius, where the war criminals captured by the Executive Department in the dangerous mixed-race battlefields of all sizes have been collected over the years...Look at them, how happy they are smiling!"

"..."

Flipping through the photos one by one, the student named Finger told him seven touching stories. In the stories, it seemed that all the good qualities in the world were mixed in this old man. He was gentle but iron-blooded, loving. As for Wei An, he is a philanthropist, a military strategist, and a world-class heritage protector...but he is not a selfish old fool!
Andrew was stunned for a moment, he was dizzy and had lost the ability to discern the facts.The information given to him by the school board did say that Angers embezzled public funds to buy the manor, and the transfer and land purchase records are all available, and the evidence is convincing... But the report did not say at all what the old man bought the manor for!

Could it be that they made a mistake?

The secretary, Passy, ​​who was sitting next to Andrew, leaned over and whispered something in his ear, and the chief inspector, who was almost influenced by Finger, gave another look.

"Student Fingal, my information about you says that you have been studying at Cassel College for eight years and have not yet graduated, and your grades have dropped from 'A' to an unprecedented 'F'. I remember you said on the phone Don’t be afraid to raise the opinions that your principal has accumulated for many years!”

"If you are worried about being retaliated by the principal so you keep talking about him, I can tell you responsibly that you don't have to! Because the more opinions you provide, the faster you can replace him with a better principal. You Graduation is just around the corner!" Andrew whispered, his tone full of temptation.

"Really?" Fingel raised his teary eyes, "I have too many opinions on the principal!"

Andrew smiled with satisfaction, this should be the correct direction of the plot, he nodded to signal Fingel to speak freely.

"Principal, the old man really...doesn't care about himself! I have never seen such a dedicated old man. He has always been in poor health. Can you imagine that a 130-year-old man has a high fever of [-] degrees and insists on sitting Teaching in a wheelchair and wearing a blanket, even in the wind and rain, I never miss a lesson!"

"Huh?" Andrew was stunned.

"The principal is too strict! Of course, I'm talking about himself. I've never seen such a self-disciplined old man. He wears stars and wears the moon, and dances when he hears chickens. His figure is either shuttling in the research room at night or in the gymnasium at noon!"

"Didn't you just say that he has always been in poor health?" Andrew frowned.

"That's right! No matter how powerful the bloodline is, the mixed race can't stand such torture. This is completely self-harm! The old man is too stubborn, and he won't listen to anyone's advice!"

Fingel grabbed Andrew's hand.

"But now I'm finally looking forward to you, please help persuade our old principal, you can't be so disrespectful to yourself!"

Andrew's hands were grabbed by Finger and held violently in the air. He had no idea of ​​breaking free, because he was completely dumbfounded, and his three views were being violently impacted... Where is that bad old man with moral scum?What about that lawless old ruffian?Why is everything completely different from what he expected?
Hell, he's here to impeach the other party, why is it like representing the school board to express condolences to the hard-working century-old principal and issue a certificate of retirement honor?He didn't have that kind of thing on him, only densely packed complaint documents and dismissal letters, with the joint signatures of representatives of all mixed-race families on the school board.

"Ange...Principal, what about others?" Andrew unconsciously added honorifics during the question.

"Ah!" Fingel sighed heavily, pointing to the students who were holding flowers outside the car window, all of them were downcast.

"He... died?" Andrew exclaimed.

"It's sick!" The sloppy uncle who picked them up in the car said with a serious expression, "My old friend has been obsessed with work for many years, he is too tired, and finally his body is exhausted. Now he is in the college. In the ICU ward, his body was covered with catheters for nutrient solution, his face was covered with an oxygen mask, and he was bedridden. His condition was quite serious..."

"Isn't the physique of a mixed race not easy to get sick? Besides, Principal Angers is an 'S' class." Andrew murmured.

"Yes, the 'S' class can still fall ill, so can you imagine how dedicated Angers is?" The sloppy uncle's eyes were wet, "We agreed to stroll along the cultural corridor in Kassel in autumn , must recover, my old friend!"

"By the way...you are?" Andrew looked at the sloppy uncle, his brain was still confused, and even from being brought into the car until now, he had forgotten to ask the other person's name.

Percy leaned closer to Andrew's ear again, and whispered: "This is the vice principal of the college, that is, the night watchman. His title is empty, and he is not responsible for any specific work."

"You can just call me Lao Mei." The night watchman had a serious expression. He poured himself a glass of vodka and drank it down. It seemed that his old friend's serious illness made him very depressed.

The three words "night watchman" pricked Andrew's nerves. He looked up and down at this man who drank heavily and had an image between a sloppy uncle and a sloppy old man. No matter what, he couldn't compare him with the man in the photo. get in touch.

The No. 1934 figure in the academy, the "Night Watchman", is an important role hidden in the dark.Andrew studied him before coming here, and got a photo, although it was taken in a Bolivian tavern in [-]... But the butcher's knife of the years is too merciless, it is almost like a knife carving eight pieces What about the abs?What about that sexy and playful rocker with long wavy hair?What about the eyes full of vicissitudes and melancholy like Robert Baggio, which make women fall deeply into it at a glance?

Except for the guy in front of him wearing the same cowboy outfit, Andrew can’t fit into the charming western handsome man he used to be. He doesn’t look melancholic at all when he’s pouring hard alcohol...more like a homeless man who was kicked out by his wife. Returnable bum!
Andrew was taken aback for a moment, looking at the night watchman whose image had changed drastically before him, he suddenly realized... Maybe the information he obtained and the actual situation were really very different?A handsome man can be turned into a slovenly vagabond, why can't a fatuous tyrant become a kind and loving father?

Lengthened Lincoln drove into the main entrance of Kassel, and a long banner was also pulled up on the pillar of the magnificent gate, which read "Hope our dear Principal Angers recovers soon", and it was filled with dense black spots, which are hundreds of Signatures of students to express their love and deep concern for the principal.

Andrew looked at the thick stack of accusation documents in Passy's hand and the "Abraham Blood Deed" in his own hand, and found himself in trouble.

Obviously he finally wanted to stand on the side of justice this time, but "justice" seemed to just meet him face-to-face and then slipped away with a smile... Just like the girl who couldn't love him when he was young, Andrew's order in the school board Difficulty with the condemnation of conscience... Until the Lincoln car passed through the crowd, he accidentally looked up and saw a picture that made him startled.

A playful girl in a short skirt is standing at the end of the crowd. She is holding an ice cream cone in her hand. The girl is licking it like a cat, and she doesn't forget to chat and laugh with the old man who looks like a great-grandfather beside her...

And the old man who looked like a great-grandfather stood there straight in a suit and leather shoes, with long silver-gray hair tied behind his head. The old man was healthy and burly, and he could vaguely see the muscles that were about to tear his shirt in the open-necked suit. .He also held an identical ice cream in his hand, ate it with big mouthfuls, laughed with the girl, and patted the girl's shoulder and delicate hands from time to time when he laughed, like a lustful old pervert!
"Hilbert Jean Angers!" The name was almost squeezed out of Andrew's teeth. He instantly realized that he might be tricked. Andrew turned his head and stared at the night watchman and Fingel. The anger almost overflowed.

"Please give me a reasonable explanation."

The night watchman quickly gave Fingel a "quickly make up a lie" look, and the latter's brain twitched rapidly, "Well...maybe healed, you know, the body of the mixed race is not easy to get sick, and the principal It's an 'S' class, and the disease comes and goes quickly...Maybe while we were picking you up, the principal drove away the serious illness, pulled out the catheter and jumped up from the hospital bed, alive and well again... Hey, this Isn't it worth celebrating! How about the banquet tonight? We have authentic noodles and Erguotou imported from China..."

"Night watchman, Fingal! Playing with the representatives of the school board, you... very good!" Andrew forcibly suppressed the urge to slap the "Deed of Abraham's Lineage" on the faces of these two bitches, he opened the car door, coldly He dropped a sentence, "You two will also be included in the list to be thoroughly investigated, see you at the hearing!"

Percy hesitated for a moment, bowed slightly to the two, and then followed Ender away.

Fingel sighed, and then looked at the night watchman bitterly, "Does this count as losing your wife and losing your army?"

"It's all your fault, what kind of excuse did you find? Did the principal get rid of the illness? Why didn't you say that the principal became Ultraman?" the night watchman cursed.

"Damn it, I can say it, people have to be able to believe it!" Fingel was not to be outdone, and pointed to Angers in the distance, "That stupid old man is standing there, holding a girl with ice cream in his left hand and holding a girl in his right hand. Looks like he's just recovering from a serious illness? I hope the serious illness will defeat him!"

"It makes sense!" The night watchman kicked the car door. He pushed away the crowded students, like pushing through a black tide, and came straight to Angers.

"Hey, old friend, let me introduce new student Xia Mi. By the way, the mint-flavored ice cream is pretty good, do you want to try it..." Anger didn't finish his sentence.

"I'll taste your grandma's leg, stupid old man!" The night watchman jumped up high, and slapped Angers on the back of the head, and the old man's face was covered with sauce-yellow ice cream.

(End of this chapter)