"Professor Schneider also said that we met on the battlefield, so I will teach you how to use swords," Finger said vaguely, "Now it seems that you don't need to teach how to use swords, because you bring your own cannons!"

"The senior has been awarded, and we still have a lot to learn," Mo Qiuran said seriously, "for example, your ability to collect intelligence..."

"This is my ability to eat at home!" Finger suddenly became alert, like a dog protecting food.

"How much does it cost?" Mo Qiuran asked.

"Oh, how embarrassed this is! Do you think senior, I am like the kind of person who does everything for the sake of interests?" Finger instantly changed into a smiling expression.

"That's right, you are!" Chu Zihang and Mo Qiuran thought to themselves.

"Ahem... junior brother, you only need to grant me some rights...such as portrait rights and news rights..." Finger said vaguely, stretching out his right hand and opening his palm, "We will share all profits with 70% of the money! In this way, I can safely and boldly teach you what I have learned throughout my life!"

"Qi San is too much." Mo Qiuran's face turned cold.

"June 4th?" Finger tried, and after seeing that Mo Qiuran's face had not changed, he looked cruel, "Five, Five Elements!"

"Five 5 is OK, I like Five 5 Kai." Mo Qiuran smiled happily in an instant, "Then let's just say that!"

"Trade!" Finger looked sore.

Chu Zihang didn't say anything during the whole process. Although Mo Qiuran and Finger's transaction also included his portrait rights and news rights... But he didn't care about this kind of thing anyway. Mo Qiuran has always had more plans than him, so he would just ask again when he had the chance.

Now his character is a wallet where he frys steak and eats beef.

The steaming heat turned into a cloud of white mist under the bright yellow light, and was pulled away like a winding snake. The beef intertwined with red and white was placed on the hot stone slab, and it suddenly sizzled. After a while, the hot oil flowed down the plump lines, emitting an attractive fragrance.

Then it was quickly forked away, cut, dipped in black pepper sauce, stuffed into your mouth, and swallowed it like a voracious meal.

This situation occurred to Mo Qiuran and Finger at the same time. The baking speed of their food was completely impossible to keep up with the speed of their eating. It seemed that they were comparing who could eat faster and more. Fortunately, this was a self-service mode for customers to bake on their own, otherwise other customers would probably have to wait.

"It only costs fifty dollars to eat at will. This is not much better than those steaks that are only a few thousand dollars larger than one piece?" Finger said proudly.

"It's really great!" Mo Qiuran swallowed the beef in his mouth. The hunger in his belly had already eased a lot, but it was still quite far from filling.

This is a sequelae after using projection, but some differences are that Mo Qiuran was not as sleepy this time as last time.

"Is it because there is no too much activity?" Mo Qiuran thought while eating, "Last time, he used the temporary projection of the man with sword to fight with Ji De Mai, but this time he only used the power of ice, so he wouldn't be sleepy?"

Since he did not specify the details of his golden fingers and was not artificially retarded, Mo Qiuran could only guess everything himself.

Look at other people’s golden fingers, and then look at you! Mo Qiuran despises his golden fingers in his heart in his daily life.

At this moment, a slightly noisy sound made Mo Qiuran come to his senses. He looked in the direction where the sound came and found that an old man in a suit walked in with several bodybuilders who looked like "Schwarzenegger".

The old man looked very old, but his tall body, calm steps and sharp eyes gave people the feeling of a young lion.

The old man looked around, then walked straight towards them and came to them.

"Grandpa KFC?" Mo Qiuran.

The old man was stunned when he heard this.

What a hell is this opening remark!

"I'm willing to do it, this is the principal!" Finger said quickly swallowing the beef in his mouth.

"Oh, sit down quickly! Are you going to have a piece of it?" Mo Qiuran reluctantly gave out the piece of steak he was baking.

"Is this classmate Mo Qiuran right... Thank you, I just had a meal when I came." The principal hesitated and said, looking at the steak that was pushed in front of him.

Hesitation is not because he is considering whether to eat, but because he is thinking - is Mo Qiuran a foodie?

The principal at this time did not understand Mo Qiuran's personality.

But it didn't take long before he understood.

Mo Qiuran forked the steak back in the second and said righteously: "Yes, it's me, so I'll solve it. You can't waste food!"

"..." The principal didn't know how to answer at the first time. He hadn't met such a student in so many years since he became the principal. He was so... unrestrained?

"Hello, principal." said the wallet where he was frying steaks on the side, "Please sit down, that's what he is like, just get used to it."

"Okay, is Chu Zihang right?" the principal sat down and praised, "Your ability is very strong."

"It's not strong enough." Chu Zihang replied, his uneven tone and plain voice made his words sound not like modesty but rather an explanation of a fact.

headmaster:"……"

So are all the freshmen these days like this?

"Principal, how has the matter been resolved over there?" Finger spoke, probably because he couldn't bear to watch it.

"The college has dispatched the School Department, Medical Department, and Logistics Department to carry out follow-up treatment and ice transportation. It is basically impossible for this level of pure blood dragon clan to capture it completely, not to mention that it is in the process of 'cocoonization', which has very important research significance." The principal replied, and then seemed to remember something, looking at Finger, "You..."

"So there is a bonus!" Mo Qiuran asked as if she had heard something amazing.

"Bonus?" The principal was stunned.

"Yes, it has great research significance!" Mo Qiuran nodded like pounding garlic.

"Of course there will be. The college never treats outstanding students unfairly. The rewards are often equal to the contribution, or even beyond that. Given what you have done..." the principal smiled, "I haven't seen such an excellent battle in a long time."

"Didn't you see it, Principal?" Mo Qiuran asked.
Chapter completed!