There was a rush of footsteps in the corridor, and the sound became faster and faster, louder and louder, and...
Snapped!
The door was suddenly pushed open.
A man with gray and fluffy hair appeared in the center of the door. The man wore a pair of dark glasses on the bridge of his nose, a pair of baggy trousers, and a sloppy suit that was half-worn.
"Guderian, what are you doing? Just be gentle on my door. I just asked the school workers to replace it with a new one a few days ago. Don't break it."
Manstein was sitting at the desk in his room, wearing a retro monocle and a long thin chain hanging from his eye sockets to his shoulders. He was lowering his head and seemed to be studying some ancient writings.
He glanced at the visitor and rolled his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so excited. I'm so excited." Guderian closed the door softly and walked towards Manstein by the window with a smile on his face.
"Had breakfast?"
"Not yet? What's wrong?" Manstein looked at the other person up and down with a strange light in his eyes.
He knew this guy very well. He had never seen him take the initiative to ask whether he had breakfast in so many years.
"I brought you some. Look, your favorite waffles, bacon, cheese, and the best combination, maple syrup. If you prefer a cup of hot milk, I'll call you right away from the cafeteria service
Arrangements. They will also prepare the most..."
"Stop, stop, stop." Manstein leaned back in flattery.
"Old guy, if you have anything to ask me for, just tell me. If you do this, I'm going to call the school administration department."
"What's the matter? Didn't I see you just came back from abroad and miss you very much? Here you go..."
"Hey, Norma, transfer me to the school administration department."
"Hey, don't, don't, don't, I said, I said." Guderian looked at Manstein hesitantly. He put the large and small bags he was carrying on the table, hesitated for a moment, opened his mouth, and hesitated again.
, open your mouth.
It was so direct without any buffering and lubrication, making it difficult for him to speak.
"I heard that you brought back a new student from abroad?" Guderian finally spoke.
"Oh, it turns out you are also here for Fu Nian, a prospective S-class freshman."
"Yes, yes." Guderian looked like he was an old friend, you know me. He was indeed a genius who had stayed in the same hospital as me.
"You also know that I still lack the opportunity to successfully become a tenured professor."
"You still have the nerve to say that there are so many people in the school and so many students graduate every year, but the students you lead have not graduated yet. They suddenly dropped from grade A to grade F! Who dares to apply to you?
"Manstein was melancholy.
"Fingel was very good at the beginning!" Guderian argued vigorously.
"So you've beaten us to the F level, and you want to beat our S level this year?" Manstein took off his glasses, "Guderian, what if you really beat the S level that we haven't seen in decades?
, the principal is not just as simple as throwing you back into a mental illness."
"Manstein, you can't question my professionalism. I'm also a tenured professor at Harvard University."
"I didn't question your professionalism. On the contrary, I recognized your professionalism, but I questioned your inconsistent way of teaching students." Manstein looked at Guderian helplessly.
"And!" Manstein's voice changed.
"Yesterday afternoon, Schneider came to my door because of the matter of tutor Fu Nian."
"Schneider?!" Guderian sounded startled, "Didn't he stop accepting students?"
"And Mance."
"Damn it." Guderian was shocked. "Didn't he just accept first-year freshmen Chen Motong and Chen Xiaoxiao!"
"If Masashi Toyama is not a professor and lacks competitiveness, otherwise he would have to apply to the principal to be Fu Nian's tutor."
"Guderian, you came too late. The professor who attaches great importance to this matter had already put the application form on the principal's desk yesterday. But you only came to my room to ask now.
Moreover, the principal also made some adjustments to his original apartment last night and arranged him to live in Chu Zihang's room."
"Didn't I drink too much last night..." Guderian muttered in a low voice. "Wait a minute! I arranged to be in Chu Zihang's room, isn't that right?"
Manstein nodded. "The principal has this tendency."
"What about you?" Guderian suddenly looked at his old friend. "Don't you still have no students?"
"I had already sent the application form to the principal's mailbox and desk through Norma before I joined the college."
"Damn it! Old guy, you didn't tell me!!" Guderian blew his nose and glared instantly.
Manstein was taken aback for a moment, he said something.
He looked at the breakfast on his desk again.
The corners of his mouth softened instantly.
"Next time, next time, definitely next time." Manstein sneered. They had always been old brothers on the united front, and he was indeed a bit unkind in this regard.
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Norton Hall, Student Union.
Caesar was holding coffee in one hand, leaning on the door next to the window and looking at the morning scenery of the college. This was the leisure time he enjoyed every day.
At this time, the secretary in the student union will take a notebook and report to him today's arrangements and what may happen or is happening.
"Fu Nian, the new student, is expected to enter the examination room at nine o'clock today to officially start the 3E exam. If nothing else happens, Norma's pedigree rating for him will not change. He will be another S-level in our academy after forty-two years.
He is a mixed race. The academy will attach great importance to him."
"S-level?" Caesar smacked his mouth. He looked at the white pigeons soaring on the lawn in the distance. The excitement in his eyes could not be concealed.
At this moment, he was even happier than Fu Nian.
"Chu Zihang should also be very happy."
"Yes. According to our observations today, Chu Zihang usually goes out for a run at five o'clock, but he showed up at the college's No. 1 playground at four o'clock this morning and did not return until eight o'clock."
"There were three other people traveling with him," the secretary continued.
"Oh?" Caesar turned his head curiously and looked behind him for the first time.
"It's Fu Nian, and first-year Chen Xiaoxiao. And..."
"Susie, right?"
"Yes."
"Hahahaha." Caesar laughed happily. "It's so interesting. I didn't expect that the president of our Lion Heart Society, who is famous for being cold, would have such a big career this time."
"President, should we launch a plan to win over Fu Nian? If this continues, Fu Nian will join the Lion Heart Club sooner or later. In this way, we will be...maybe suppressed in the competition with the Lion Heart Club."
"You are too tactful." Caesar looked at the secretary behind him with a smile, "When Fu Nian joins the Lion Heart Club, we will be absolutely suppressed. A true S-level terror is not something I can fight against at the moment. I can feel it.
On that day, he didn't use all his strength towards me.
If he goes all out, I might be killed instantly." Caesar looked calmly at the white dove landing in the distance, his mouth still bright and confident.
"Ah!" The secretary looked at Caesar in surprise, with a look of disbelief on his face.
"If you haven't been in contact with him, you won't understand his terror. If you have the opportunity, ask the members who were instantly killed by him. You will naturally have a profound understanding."
"Then let's..." The secretary obviously felt a sense of urgency.