[90% of it is the original text. I have sorted it out. This plot is very interesting. I have replayed Dragon II n times without skipping this section. If you are really not interested, please don’t miss the last paragraph]
The cc1000 branch line express runs through the wilderness in early autumn.
Looking around, under the washed blue sky, the vegetation changes from dark green to golden to reddish brown, like rainbow.
Andrew Gattuso, the leader of the investigation team, calmly and dignifiedly admired the magnificent scenery outside the window, with ups and downs in his heart.
He is the chief legal adviser to the Gattuso family. He graduated from Yale University's law department and attended the same school as several U.S. presidents. He is also of mixed race.
Unfortunately, his talent in speaking and spiritual matters was limited, so he spent the first half of his life in charge of the legal affairs of the consortium, and was not directly involved in the "Academy", the family's largest investment project.
But he clearly understood the meaning of "college".
It was a money-burning institution, but it was more important than all the family's money-making institutions.
There are mixed-race elites in all aspects gathered there. A mixed-race who has never set foot in the academy, has never sat down and talked with the tenured professors, and been recognized by them, no matter how successful you are in the purely human world, you will not be able to survive in the mixed-race world.
In his eyes, he is just a second-rate commodity.
Today he finally got this opportunity, not to go on a pilgrimage to the college, but to obtain the highest authorization from the school board of directors to impeach the powerful principal of the college.
He will demonstrate his talents in front of the top mixed-race elites. His critical thinking, his sense of logic, and his touching eloquence seem to have been prepared for this day.
Andrew Gattuso, this name will go down in history as a legal genius among mixed races! And the code he holds is the sacred "Abraham Bloodline"!
"We will arrive at the terminal in five minutes, and the train has begun to slow down." The carriage bowed slightly.
Andrew nodded slightly, indicating that he was quite satisfied with the secretary's ability.
This secretary named Passi is the secretary appointed by Mr. Frost Gattuso, and he is said to be a young man worthy of training.
Andrew felt that although he was far less energetic than when he was young, he was still well-behaved.
But Andrew didn't like Patsy's aesthetic style of hairstyle. The secretary always combed his beautiful blond hair into long bangs to cover his eyes. Andrew could never see his eyes clearly. When facing his boss, he looked directly at him insincerely. Andrew felt that
This is very bad.
"Have you notified the school of our arrival time?" Andrew adjusted his collar.
"We have been notified and they said they will greet you at the station."
"Yes, you are very careful." Andrew generously expressed his encouragement to the young people, "Are their emotions still stable?"
Andrew imagined that the old guy who had occupied the principal's chair for nearly a hundred years would feel like a thunderbolt when he heard that the school board was openly investigating him, right?
"You can't hear that on the phone."
Andrew thought of something and grimaced, "Remember, we are here to represent the school board. Everything is official. Don't have too much contact with them outside of work to avoid being influenced by them."
"Understood!" Patsy hesitated, "But to impeach the president, the school board alone is not enough. All tenured professors need to vote. Can our attitude be softened before the president of Angers is found to be derelict in his duties?
"
"Rou Rui?" Andrew said coldly, "We already have enough evidence about Angers and that student Chu Zihang!"
"One is the president of the Lionheart Club, a student leader, and the other is the principal. If the behavior is inappropriate," Patsy said softly, "I'm worried that the students' emotions will get out of control."
Andrew sneered, not bothering to comment on Patsy's childish worries.
What if students lose their temper? Fight the school board? Riot?
Don’t forget that the school board, or the Secret Party Presbyterian Council, itself is the most powerful violent organization!
"Arrange a schedule for me. I will visit the deans of each department and all tenured professors one by one. If Angers cooperates with our investigation, I can have a friendly conversation with him. If he chooses to resist, then there is no need for me to see him.
!" Andrew's tone was very strong.
"clear."
As the whistle sounded, Andrew stood up suddenly, straightened his face and straightened his chest, like a warrior about to go to the battlefield, "The original intention of the establishment of Kassel Academy was to be a military academy for the dragon clan. Now it is back to
It’s time to get back on track!”
"Welcome, welcome! Warmly welcome!"
“Welcome the school board’s investigation team to visit and provide guidance.”
"Thank you for your hard work, Teacher Andrew!"
As soon as Andrew took a step out of the carriage, he was greeted by cheers like this.
What's going on? There seems to be something wrong. Did you stop at the wrong station? Or did you hallucinate? Shouldn't it be the principal with a sad expression standing next to a black car, waiting cautiously for his imperial envoy?
Andrew was already prepared. If Ange tried to curry favor with him by "inviting him to afternoon tea" before the investigation began, he would refuse in a principled manner and say, "I'm here to work, not to drink tea."
But why a float?
What's going on with these flying colorful flags and those boys and girls holding flowers on the platform?
Damn it! A middle-aged uncle suddenly appeared next to him, wearing a bright red Hawaiian shirt and plastic-framed sunglasses. He stood up and wanted to hug him!
You must have entered some wrong space, right? That's why you saw the strange scene. You should go back, close the car door and open it again and it will return to normal!
Andrew didn't even have time to close the car door. He was hugged deeply by the sloppy uncle.
The uncle slapped his back violently, as if to relieve his cough. The strong smell of alcohol made Andrew dizzy, and a beautiful girl appeared next to him and put a Hawaiian-style lei on him.
He was surrounded and stumbled onto the red and green float.
"Is this...is this a hijacking?" Andrew was completely confused.
Patsy quickly followed up and leaned into Andrew's ear, "This should be the motorcade sent by the college to greet you. This gentleman is probably... the vice principal!"
"Vice principal?" Andrew's mind went blank.
He has seen documents related to the college. Does this college have such a thing as a "vice president"? Andrew has not seen the signature of the vice president in any document.
"He's the night watchman," Patsy whispered. "The title is vice-principal, which is a false title and is not responsible for any specific work."
The words "night watchman" shocked Andrew.
He looked up and down at this figure who was somewhere between a sloppy uncle and a sloppy grandpa, but he couldn't connect him with the person in the photo.
The number two figure in the academy, the "Night Watcher", is an important figure hidden in the shadows. Andrew studied him before coming and also obtained the photo. Although it was taken in Bolivia in 1934... no matter how time flies, time will not change.
Is that big?
What about the sculptural handsome face? What about the tall Greek nose? What about the slender curly hair that is between a libertine and a rock youth? What about that look between coquettishness and innocence that seduce everyone from young women to old ladies?
Woolen cloth?
Time has completely turned this old guy into a tragedy!
The vice-principal probably didn't expect what Andrew was thinking at all, so he nodded enthusiastically, "But since I've been waiting for you to come, I already thought I should touch him! He lives as long as a tortoise! It hurts me.
I have been the vice principal for so many years!”
Hundreds of boys and girls raised bouquets in their hands and surrounded the float. The float moved slowly, and there was a roar of people. Balloons and ribbons were flying in the air, and there was the faint sound of champagne being opened. It seemed that they were all happy about the visit of the investigation team.
Make this survey a grand garden party for the college.
The vice-principal put his arm around Andrew's shoulders, his face full of pride, "Are the students in good spirits?"
He gave a strong thumbs up, "I know the investigation team will be satisfied!"
He didn't give Andrew any chance to answer. He raised his arms and said, "Hello, classmates! Thank you for your hard work, classmates!"
The students responded loudly, "Hello, teacher! Teacher is the hardest..."
At this time, Andrew had no idea that this "wrong welcome party" was just the beginning of a series of mistakes...
Starting from the dinner party, this mistake fell towards the completely irreversible abyss!
Principal Hilbert Jean Angers did not show up at all, let alone an invitation for afternoon tea. It was said that he suffered from severe pharyngitis.
The hospitable vice-principal took over all the reception work on behalf of the college’s management team.
"Come and investigate him, he has emotions in his heart!" the vice-principal told Andrew privately.
"We don't care about him. It's not easy to come here. We need to eat well. We don't want to see anyone outside. Just call me Lao Mei." The vice-principal held Andrew's hand tightly the whole way.
The dinner was an authentic Chinese style. The appetizer was Malantou shredded tofu salad, the main course was roast duck, and the soup was hot and sour soup with lumps underneath...
The sommelier poured everyone a cup of a strong liquor called Erguotou.
Andrew was hugged by the vice-principal and sat down without any explanation.
"If you don't drink with me, I won't help you get angry. You have to give me face!" The vice-principal showed his intention to fight against the school board of directors.
Andrew, who was used to drinking red wine, had no idea that the pure and transparent liquid was so spicy. When the vice-principal raised his glass and said, "Let's go one," and then drank it up, he thought it was some kind of custom and drank it up.
"Good drinker!" the vice-principal praised, so the next program was to open bottles of Erguotou with great arrogance, just like opening champagne at a grand wedding.
Andrew had no choice but to accept this kindness, because the vice president not only expressed his loyalty to the school board, but also invited the deans of departments and tenured professors to accompany him.
These were the people Andrew had prepared to "differentiate and win over" before he came, so he could only muster up the courage to imitate the vice-principal and carry a small glass jug, and go around the round table to drink from them one by one.
"Mr. Vice-Principal, you... seem to be French?" A shaken Andrew finally realized that this reception was simply the style of Chinese towns and villages welcoming leaders for inspection. He had once visited China to inspect the investment environment on behalf of a consortium.
"Yes, I was born and raised in Paris," the vice-principal glared. "You think I have a bit of a Chinese sentiment, don't you? During World War II, I worked with Chennault in China on the Flying Tigers. I lived there for more than ten years, and I can still sing.
Chinese folk songs..."
So the excited vice-principal sang several songs. The only lyrics that Andrew could remember were "When friends come, there is good wine. If the jackal comes, he will be greeted with shotguns..."
…
…
The next day, Andrew was woken up by a phone call from the excited vice-principal even though he was still hungover. He visited the college's special project, radio gymnastics, which was said to be the advanced experience the vice-principal learned during China's war against Japan. This college has been in the college for nearly ten years.
Chinese education also came from the vice-principal’s proposal.
The program on the third day was a visit to the college’s “Three Good Students” award ceremony, which was naturally a Chinese education tradition. The scene was serious but lively, but at the end, Andrew discovered that this year’s “Three Good Students” winner was Chu, the subject of his investigation.
Zihang...
The program on the fourth day was to visit the girls’ deep water certificate examination.
Andrew had to change into swimming trunks according to the kind arrangement of the vice principal, and sat on the lounge chair by the pool with the vice principal, drinking Erguotou with ice while watching the girls in white bikinis jumping into the water, like lotus roots.
His arms rose and fell, breaking open a pool of clear water.
"Are you good-looking?" the vice-principal was beaming and lowered his voice, "I think the girls in our college have good figures!"
Andrew's entire outlook on life was on the verge of collapse in the past few days. He didn't know what kind of people his family's investment over the years had fostered in this college.
Isn’t he a landmark figure in the scientific world? Isn’t he the Taishan Beidou in the field of mysticism? Isn’t he a specialist in the executive department with an iron will?
This is supposed to be a sacred academic palace that all mixed races admire, but in addition to the coquettish and hegemonic principal, there is also an even more coquettish and wretched vice-principal!
In a very sad and angry mood, he called Frost Gattuso in Rome on the evening of the fourth day.
…
At midnight, Percy, the secretary of the investigation team, sat in the darkness and took a deep breath.
After he confirmed that he was in the best condition, he opened the notebook in front of him. The dim light illuminated his face, and the flat lenses reflected rows of flashing dark green characters.
He took out a black envelope from the hard aluminum alloy password box and poured out a silver-white metal card. It was a pure piece of metal, with no chips exposed and no magnetic strips. Patsy's fingers swept across the surface of the card.
, feel the subtle texture.
The special card slot has been connected to the USB port of the notebook. Percy put the metal card in gently. After a few seconds, the interface refreshed. This was an extremely crude-looking interface, with simple color blocks and text with rough edges. There was no
Any art modification is the most primitive engineering style. The reason why the network backend of Cassel College is rough is not because it is not high enough, but because there are too few people who can use it.
People who can use this page don't care about aesthetics, they just care about permissions.
Highest authority.
"Mr. Gattuso, I have connected to Norma," Passi answered the phone and turned on the speakerphone, "waiting for your order."
"Very good," Frost Gattuso said in a stern voice, "You have now obtained the highest authority of Norma. This is given to you by the white card. You can access every corner of Norma, but everyone else can
There is no way to check your access record. You should use this power with caution. Originally, I shouldn't have given you the white card for safekeeping, but they were so shameless that they cut off the Internet, so I had to let you log in inside the college."
"Yes, sir."
That afternoon, Frost was unable to establish contact with Norma as usual in Europe.
To be precise, Internet communications were disrupted across the entire North American continent and Europe.
According to Reuters, the Atlantic submarine cable may have been bitten by a sperm whale. But only Frost knew the cause and consequences of the incident. Just a few hours before the cable was interrupted, the investigation team announced a major decision to hold a hearing.
When the cable was interrupted, the tugboat Monyach, which had carried out the "Bronze Plan" in the Three Gorges, coincidentally passed through that area...
Frost thought that these two old guys would not be so shameless.
"There is part of the data in Norma's core memory that we have been unable to decrypt. We back up this part of the data every month. They must have hidden something in these encrypted files. Once Angers is dismissed as principal, we will
Take over Norma. They will definitely delete these data first. They have two black cards of the principal and deputy principal, but you are holding the white card now and have supreme authority! First, set the data to 'read-only' attribute, and then start the backup
."
"Understood." Patsy's fingers danced rapidly on the keyboard, like a peerless dancer dancing on a hot iron plate.
At the same time, the central control room.
All entrances and exits were locked, and no outsiders, even those from the execution department, were allowed to approach. A top-secret team moved in before midnight.
Kassel Academy, Department of Journalism.
The alchemy cipher machine prints at high speed, making a crisp "pop" sound; bypassing the academy's secret server unit in Asia, massive news pictures are downloaded, and the video is displayed in the center of the hall with a 3D projection...
If the data flow is represented by the dark green string of numbers in "The Matrix", at this moment, there is a digital frenzy all over the world rushing towards the person in the center of the hall, overwhelming the sky, and all rivers are returning to the sea.
The man had his feet up on the expensive walnut desk, sipping Coke, looking at one document and throwing another. Printing paper was scattered all over the floor. There was a pile of documents as high as a mountain on the table, and there were so many empty Coke cans.
Can arrange dominoes.
"This is a post from 'Tianya Community', titled "Holy shit! What is a superpower? This is a superpower!" The author of this post should have witnessed Chu Zihang releasing 'Junyan'. The number of views is 76,239,
Reply 8734, it has been on the headlines!" The head of the first section of the Information Department came over quickly and handed over the web page information printed on paper.
"Do you still need to inform me about such a trivial matter? Ask the brothers to post another 2,000 replies and ask the administrator to change the posting time. The reply content is 'Don't be stupid, are you crazy?' or 'Hahahaha, that's right'
My second cousin who is a magician, you were fooled by him!' or 'The poster always posts such alarmist posts, can you stop making false accusations and be down-to-earth?', you know! Go ahead!" Fingel waved his hand.
"The brothers of the Associated Press will take down the report from their website for one thousand dollars!" someone shouted.
"Give him two thousand and ask him to clear his comments for me!" Fingel waved his hand again.
"The minister is so majestic!" the younger brother who was massaging his shoulders praised him.
"Then, what is efficiency? This is called efficiency!" Fingel snorted.
"Can you pay us back after graduation this time?" the younger brother asked cautiously.
"No problem!" Fingel looked at him sideways, "The principal said that if this thing is done well, not only will I graduate, but I will also clear my credit card balance and help me pay off my debt!"
The younger brother almost burst into tears, "Brothers, we will definitely try our best to ensure that the eldest brother graduates! From this moment on, in our eyes, Chu Zihang is a perfect person without any shortcomings! Who dares to tell us that Chu Zihang is not good?
, we are not done with him!”
"We're not done with him!" the paparazzi who were busy in front of their notebooks raised their hands and shouted. These people are Fingel's juniors, younger brothers, and his creditors. They all have not recovered from their senses when they first entered the news department.
When they arrived, Fingel coerced them into borrowing various amounts of money. They had been loyal to the News Department for so many years... and they also wanted to keep an eye on the guy who owed them money.
"Boss, there is something difficult to deal with here...it's a video." someone said.
"Project to the center screen!" Fingel threw the empty Coke can.
It should be a black and white video shot by a surveillance camera. It is densely packed with snowflakes and has extremely poor definition. It is a shot from above of an old building in the night, with dark windows and light beams from bottom to top. The time in the lower right corner flashes and is very quiet.
It makes people feel bad.
"Why is it like a horror movie?" someone whispered.
Suddenly, a dark figure appeared on the screen. He jumped out after smashing a window. Then a figure jumped out, holding a knife in one hand and a fire nylon pipe in the other. The two people fell together.
, the second man kicked the wall violently. At that moment, he found a point of leverage and threw the long knife in his hand. The long knife penetrated the first man's chest. The man's heart should have broken.
The blood spurted out from the wound on his back, as if a huge spray paint tube had sprayed a stream of dripping red on the facade. Finally, the human figure covered in blood hit the ground heavily, and the second person grabbed the nylon tube and was safe.
After landing, he looked around coldly, walked to the body, pulled out a long knife, wiped the blood on the soles of his shoes and was about to leave, when he suddenly noticed the camera, stepped closer, and only snowflakes were left on the screen.
His face could not be seen clearly, but his burning eyes made the paparazzi have no doubt about this man's identity.
"Too cold and harsh... too cruel!" someone said tremblingly.
"What is this?" Fingel asked.
"The New York Times' front-page headline in April 2009 stated that the case of infant cesarean was solved and the murderer died tragically. That was actually a mission carried out by Chu Zihang. A mixed-race species committed a crime in a hospital in Brooklyn, New York, and removed the baby from the belly of a pregnant woman.
The fetus that was about to be born was cut open. It was probably used for some kind of black magic alchemy experiment. Chu Zihang disguised himself as a pregnant woman and lurked in that hospital, and finally found the target. In the end, the guy was killed by Chu Zihang throwing a knife. This is
Surveillance video of that hospital. Chu Zihang was given a demerit because the scene was too scary. Half of the walls of the hospital were blood red. It triggered widespread media coverage and threatened the concealment of the college." Someone said.
"If this video is used as evidence, it will be very detrimental to us." Someone sighed.
"It's immoral!" Fingel sighed.
"Boss, I used the wrong word. It means cruelty and cruelty." The chief of the second section corrected.
"Oh, I mean Chu Zihang actually stayed in the hospital with pregnant women for eleven days, peeking at the naked bodies of pregnant mothers..."
The younger brothers looked at each other and were silent for a long time, "Boss... it's a little troublesome. Time is tight, but this guy's criminal record is as high as a floor! In addition to this, there is an even bigger headache. He was blown up during the operation in Cape Town.
A building! It wouldn't matter if he blew up just an ordinary building, but what he bombed was the Cape Town Baseball Center. That night was the baseball final between local professional teams. Tens of thousands of spectators were waiting outside to enter and witnessed the entire process.
…”
"If it were explained as a collective hallucination of tens of thousands of people... probably no one would believe it, right?" Fingel pondered.
"In the 'Night Wanderer' serial murder case in Stockholm in April 2010, the murderer was contaminated by the dragon bloodline of unknown origin and transformed into a 'Deadpool'. Chu Zihang had an encounter with him before the early morning, and used a rope to trap him.
He was hanged in front of the 'City Hall', a tourist attraction that must be passed by... The scene was very religious, and the locals believed that this was God's punishment for the murderer. The Pope even came in person to say a grand mass for the victims!"
"In December 2009, the west wall of the 13th to 15th floors of the Hancock Building in Chicago was instantly damaged by a shock wave. This was because Chu Zihang used a weapon that the Equipment Department claimed was still in the 'experimental stage' during the mission.
——'Dragon's Breath of Light and Dust'. Originally it was considered to be a reliable and portable individual combat equipment, similar to a pistol... but I don't know why the final effect was a high-intensity shock wave. This weapon was reforged after the operation...
...has not yet returned to actual combat.”
"That's enough for him!" Fingel inserted his fingers into his messy hair.
The atmosphere was very solemn. Although they considered themselves masters of washing coal balls, the paparazzi were still demoralized in front of such a mountain of cases. Once the matter was revealed to the news media, it would be difficult to deal with it. The influence of the public media was too great, and they could neither
Even if millions of newspapers are taken back and destroyed, they cannot brainwash the world.
"Why don't we deny it! What does the hanged perverted killer and the collapsed Cape Town baseball stadium have to do with Chu Zihang?" A paparazzi stood up and slammed the table. He showed a desperate ferocity.
, "It's just that Chu Zihang happened to go there to perform a mission at that time. Coincidence! Everything is a coincidence! The CIA has done this kind of thing before, sending agents to small countries in Latin America to rebel against the military, and then they came back and said that the coup had nothing to do with us. We
I just happened to travel there and bought some cigars."
"Naive!" Fingel criticized with a serious expression, "We don't have to admit it. The problem is that we don't have the final say in the hearing. The final say lies in the hands of the tenured professors. If those old science geeks and old magicians think it's true
Zihang is related to these things, it doesn't matter whether we admit it or not."
"The best way to prove that these things were not done by Chu Zihang is to show that other people did these things." A paparazzi obviously has legal literacy, "The best way to prove that a suspect is innocent is
Find the real murderer."
"You mean framed, right?" someone asked.
"You can also say that the wording is rough and not elegant enough." The legal paparazzi was a little embarrassed.
"You're a fool! It doesn't matter if you're elegant or not! As long as you can win the debate, it's fine. This is a debate, just talking," Fingel said, "but there is some truth in what you said."
"The problem is that these things are not something that ordinary people can do. They are obviously related to hybrids or dragons." A younger brother frowned, "If it wasn't Chu Zihang, a madman who did this, then other madmen must have done this. To be able to do this
There aren’t many people who are framed.”
"I know a group of people! They are very suitable!" Fingel slapped his thigh, his eyes burning.
The download progress bar on the screen has exceeded 95%, and soon all the hidden files on Norma's memory will be backed up in Patsy's hard drive matrix. No one can prevent this backup, because no one's authority can exceed the white card.
White card holders fly like gods within Norma's network, while other users are like ants, crawling around without knowing that gods are looking down on them.
The traffic in and out of the central control room suddenly began to increase again. It seemed that the paparazzi had regrouped and started working enthusiastically, but they did not know that all the data coming and going was under Patsy's surveillance.
Patsy tried to switch to their interface to see what these paparazzi were doing.
"Hi, hello, I don't know who you are, but unfortunately your access has to be terminated. Although I'm sorry, there is nothing I can do. Someone with higher authority has given the order." Suddenly, a high-precision 3D simulated character appeared.
On the screen, there was a girl wearing a white nightgown, who seemed to be floating in the air, with long curly hair and a smile.
The contrast between her and the rough interface is sharp, as if a full-HD beautiful girl on PS3 suddenly jumped out of Nintendo's red and white console. For a moment, Patsy leaned back, as if to avoid the weight of her beauty.
He subconsciously pressed "esc". This is an emergency operation, interrupting remote control.
He thought he had been invaded, but he immediately realized that he could not be invaded. He is now a god-level existence, who can invade the temple?
"esc" is invalid.
In the beautiful girl's bow, the entire page went dark, leaving only the dark red download progress bar. It had reached 98%, but it no longer moved forward, but quickly retreated.
Percy reached out and tried to unplug the data cable connected to the hard drive matrix.
But it was too late, the progress bar returned to zero, everything downloaded just now was cleared remotely, and the white card popped out of the card slot with a "pop" sound.
He was rejected.
He felt himself enveloped by a shadow.
Before coming, they did sufficient research and collected a lot of information. Moreover, they are directly under the school board of directors, so they think they know the campus well enough.
But from the moment I stepped into this place and met the legendary vice-principal, all the unknown things hidden in the dark began to come to the fore.
He is surrounded and must break out.
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…
When the first ray of sunlight shone into the central control room, the faces of the entire press department were as gray as dogs, but their eyes were as bright as stars.
They will be a legend in the history of paparazzi. Under the leadership of the great leader Fingel, they have completely broken through the lower limit.
Everything from WikiLeaks to Diana's paparazzi car chase case will all be reduced to nothing worth mentioning in the face of their great achievements tonight!
The News Department is fully operational, and it definitely not only covers the college. They have close relationships with major media. Under the personal guidance and teachings of the Vice President, this team firmly believes that news can change the world, so it has already accumulated a large amount of media
Resources, accumulated over several years, are completely released this night.
They are confident that they will surprise the investigation team...
Of course it could be that he was furious...
Even cried loudly...
Fingel waved his hand, "We're done! Take away everything we brought! But no piece of writing paper or any storage device is allowed to leave this room! Not a word of what happened here tonight is allowed to be spread out!"
"clear!"
Fingel lowered his head and suddenly froze.
A document was accidentally pulled out, from the academy's confidential folder, the "Pignetry Files."
He clicked in.
"Application for Marriage with "A" Grade Student Chen Motong (Student Number A09003)" - Applicant "Caesar Gattuso".
Fingel narrowed his eyes.
This is a document with an old-fashioned format. It is estimated that Caesar found some template and copied it. The main content is his and Nuonuo’s resume, the time they met, how they got along, and the principle of "excellent bloodlines add to each other to cultivate outstanding offspring"
With good wishes, I attached a report issued by the Department of Genetic Sciences of the college, stating that based on blood sample analysis, there is a small possibility that the offspring of Caesar and Chen Motong will have unstable genes.
The procedures seemed to be complete. If the principal was not suddenly attacked by the investigation team and all procedures in the college were suspended, this application might have been approved.
After a few casual glances, Fingel curled his lips and turned it off.
I originally wanted to print a copy and give it to my junior brother to take a look at so that he could be mentally prepared.
But then he thought about it.
It seems unnecessary...
That guy sees things more openly than he does. Now he holds the computer with a crazy smile all day and night. He exchanges emails with people every day and doesn't know who he is sending them to. Anyway, it is definitely not Chen Motong.
Fingel originally wanted to hack this guy's computer, but he followed the clues and discovered that it was actually Norma...
That’s outrageous!
Fingel stood up, put his hands in his trouser pockets and hummed a song of victory.
His steps suddenly stopped.
But...it seems like this guy has really found the person he likes?
He rubbed his chin and began to think about how to get information about the girl.
He felt a little sad for no reason.
How come you end up being the only single person in the dormitory?
Let's go see her at the dance tomorrow night.
Miss her a little.
Fingel scratched his head and walked out of the central control room.