If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon.

Eat well in the morning, feel full in the middle of the day, and eat less in the evening.

This was Lin Xian's kind instruction to his younger brother. Drinking afternoon tea on an empty stomach was not healthy, so Chevy did not go directly to the principal's office, but passed by the student cafeteria on the way.

When Lin Nian walked into the cafeteria, it was like a great man inspecting the food of the army. All the students stood up and paid attention to him, and then an unknown student applauded. The thunderous applause almost lifted the ceiling of the cafeteria. During this period, Lin Nian even saw someone banging a dinner plate with a rice spoon.

Seeing Lin Nian walking towards the meal station, the queue automatically separated into two lanes. The students crowded around him and came to the window. When the meal aunt saw Lin Nian, she couldn't help but show an expression of approval on her face, nodded three times, and then I fished out two pickled pork knuckles and gave them to him without asking for any money, saying they were from the canteen just to congratulate the hero on his triumphant return.

What a gift of pig knuckles upon return in triumph.

Lunch was done, but Lin Nian was a little confused holding two pork knuckles. As he walked in the cafeteria, people came up to shake hands with him from time to time. He was holding a plastic bag containing the pork knuckles in one hand, and the other hand was held by different people. Shaking, everyone looked at him with extremely pious eyes. The senior brothers were automatically reduced to younger brothers, and the senior sisters were transformed into loyal fans. They only had to write the phone number on his palm with lipstick. Really someone did this, just wrote half of the lipstick to Lin Xian on the side was broken.

"You have truly become a celebrity now. The Night Watch forum said that you perfectly proved your 'S' level in this mission. Actual combat is the only true way to test purity. A large number of people now regard you as the future leader of the Secret Party. You, the destined dragon-slaying hero, I feel like I just have to give you a statue in the Hall of Valor." Back on the Chevrolet, Lin Xian explained to Lin Nian.

"Statue? Have they ever seen a destined dragon slayer carrying two pig knuckles?" Lin Nian's eyes widened: "Is it necessary to be so exaggerated just for a mission? Is this school really a believer in respecting the strong? It seemed like a few girls were picking at my palms just now, making me so itchy!"

"Destined dragon slayers also have to be lucky." Lin Xian scratched his eyebrows that were as curved as the moon: "As for the girl, it's probably the photo on the Night Watch forum that caused the trouble. Be careful when you go out recently. , don’t bring girls you don’t know back to the dormitory. Although you are very popular now, you are still underage. Although your sister and I promote free love, I still have to check this link for you."

"Wait, what photo?" Lin Nian keenly sensed the key information.

"Didn't you go to the Night Watch Forum during the mission?" Lin Xian reached for Lin Nian's phone, glanced at the screen with one hand and pressed it a few times before handing it back to him: "It's gone crazy in the school."

Lin Nian glanced at it and was petrified. It was a high-quality post on the Night Watch Forum. The title was just three words "Sleeping Beauty". There was a photo on the first floor without saying any nonsense. Keywords: window, Boy, take a nap.

"Who the hell filmed me sleeping during a mission?" Lin Nian almost smashed the screen.

"I don't know, the pixels are not high, it seems to be a frame cut out from the pinhole camera video." Lin Xian said: "Many girls now use this photo as a screensaver. It's a pity that I use a PHS, otherwise I wouldn't By the way, I have already told you that you have the potential to defeat that Caesar Gattuso even if you put on makeup. You see, you entered school half a year later than him and still became the public's lover."

Lin Nian quickly browsed the forum and found the ID of the poster who posted the photo. When he saw the ID name, he knew he was an old acquaintance.

"Damn Fingel, why is it you again?" Lin Nian didn't understand at all how this bitch was able to get these things from the execution department's assignment. The paparazzi were really pervasive, and there were also people in the execution department. Their spies?

"Good things are all good things. Now many people are calling on you to participate in the Academy Star competition." Lin Xian said with a smile.

"What's that?"

"Hmm, a talent competition? But I heard that in recent years, the vice-principals of Academy Stars have stepped in to be elected as judges, so there is a bit of a beauty pageant in it."

"Isn't the vice principal a man?" Lin Nian felt a chill for no reason.

"I'm a boy and I like you too. The vice-principal has the word "vice". If there are unspoken rules, you probably have to tell them by the principal." Lin Xian glanced at Lin Nian and smiled. The latter didn't even think about throwing a sanitary ball at her. Ignore her.

After a while, the Chevrolet stopped in front of a two-story building not far from the Hall of Valor. A large number of trees surrounded the building. The walls were covered with ivy. Dead leaves fell in front of the door and no one cleaned it. Compared to the principal's office, This place is more like a rundown garage.

"arrive?"

"We're here, let's go in." Lin Xian watched as Lin Nian opened the car door, opened the umbrella and got out: "Call if you have anything to do. It will probably rain for a while, and I have to pick up Mandy from get out of class to make ends meet."

"Go shopping together again?" Lin Nian asked, holding an umbrella.

"Why are we going shopping in this weather? We're going to watch Japanese dramas in her dormitory." Lin Xian waved his hand.

When Lin Nian closed the car door, the Chevrolet drove into the heavy rain. Lin Nian shook his head and sighed. He held an umbrella in one hand and a plastic bag containing pig knuckles in the other and walked towards the door of the two-story building. There was a small retro bronze bell on the door. Lin Nian hesitated for a moment and then rang the bell rhythmically.

After a while, Lin Nian heard an angry voice from inside the door in the rain:

"Lin Nian? Come in."

*

Lin Nian pushed open the door of the principal's office. The door was unlocked and it seemed that he was already ready to welcome guests.

After entering the door, the first thing Lin Nian did was not to find Angers, but couldn't help but look around at the quaint bookshelves extending toward the dome and the dazzling collection of books.

The first and second floors of the entire two-story building have been opened up. They are surrounded by bookshelves. There are no windows on the walls. The stairs spiral up and are scattered among the bookshelves. The only window looking up at the dome is in the center of the ceiling. It is a skylight. Too bright light shines into the room, and the red squirrel huddles in the corner of the bookshelf, builds a nest, and hibernates quietly.

Under the skylight on the top floor, Angers was sitting at the table, holding a book in his hand and looking down at Lin Nian at the door: "You came very early. Did you come as soon as you got back to the academy?"

"Hello, principal." Lin Nian nodded slightly and walked up the stairs to the top floor. As he walked, he said, "I didn't come here directly. I also went to the cafeteria on the way."

"Do you still like the food in the cafeteria? I'm quite satisfied with the cooking skills of our school chef." Ange looked at Lin Nian who was slowly walking up with a smile.

"The pork knuckle is quite good." Lin Nian answered honestly. After all, he had eaten the most pig knuckles for so long since he had been in school. This was also due to a certain guy in the dormitory who loved cannibalism.

"It seems that you like German food. I remember that your roommate Fingel is German. I think he and you should have a lot in common." Angers closed the book and looked at Lin Nian who was walking up to the top floor.

"Does the principal remember every student's name?" Lin Nian was a little surprised that someone like Ange could remember the name of a piece of trash so clearly.

"As people get older, their memory is no longer useful. In the past, it was fine. Now I can only remember the names of some outstanding students." Ange folded his hands on his raised knees and watched Lin Nian come to the table. Bian: "Fingel was once an 'A'-level student, not much worse than you and Caesar. You are both one of my proud students."

Lin Nian paused for a moment. During the days in the dormitory, he had always heard Fingel bragging about his glorious days. He only thought that the other party was bragging, but he did not expect that Ange would now prove the other party's views. It sounds ridiculous, even useless people have their moments of awesomeness, and everyone has a little bit of their unknown past.

"Then what is he doing now?"

"I was injured during a mission." Angers nodded: "Working in the execution department is very dangerous. I think you should be well aware of this."

Lin Nian pursed his lips slightly. For a moment, he thought of the big white wings and the livid figure in the corridor. He nodded: "It seems that everyone has gone through a difficult period."

"Fingal's time was particularly difficult, but now it seems that he has survived and is living happily," the principal said.

"It's quite delicious. Every night, he tries his best to get me a late-night snack. He gnaws on the buy-one-get-one-free pork knuckle and wants to eat the bone marrow." Lin Nian put his hand on the chair at the table and asked with his eyes. Anger, the principal smiled and stretched out his hands to express that it would be okay to sit down.

"Did you bring me lunch? Sautéed pork knuckles? That's really troublesome." Ange was surprised when he saw the plastic bag placed on the table by Lin Nian who was sitting down.

"No, this is my lunch. My sister said it's not good to drink tea on an empty stomach." Lin Nian held his forehead.

"Two pork knuckles are a bit boring from the perspective of diet structure. It is recommended to eat more vegetarian food. It is also very important to stay in shape as an 'S' class." The principal smiled.

"No, this is actually the principal of the cafeteria. Do you want to eat it? I can give you a piece." Lin Nian was too tired to explain.

"I ate it earlier." Angers waved his hand casually to decline the kindness: "I think we'd better get to the point."

"Main topic?"

"To the point."

Angers stood up, walked to a corner, and opened the mahogany tea cabinet. Hundreds of tea cans were placed quietly, and the smells intertwined and filled the air with a strange tea fragrance.

"We are having afternoon tea now, and the main topic is of course tea." Ange raised his hand to pick out one or two tea cans, and put them back as if he was a little dissatisfied: "What do you want to drink? Wuyi Rock or gold inlaid jade?"

"With all due respect, principal, you also know my previous family environment. My favorite tea is tartary buckwheat." Lin Nian said.

"Tartary buckwheat tea? That's fine, I like its unique wheat aroma." Unexpectedly, Ange nodded and took out an iron can from the tea cabinet, walked to the table and mixed two spoonfuls of black tartary buckwheat. Put it into the prepared bone china cup and add scalding boiling water. The aroma of the tea instantly overflows to the edge of the table: "It is specially harvested in the alpine zone of Liangshan, China, at an altitude of 2,500 meters. The appearance is top-notch, and the taste is top-notch."

"Principal, your collection is really extensive." Lin Nian looked at Ange who put the tin can back into the tea cabinet: "The tartary buckwheat I'm talking about is usually the kind you can drink for free on the street."

"It's good to drink something good occasionally. It doesn't mean anything if you haven't drunk it, because there will always be time to come into contact with these new things in the future, and there will be plenty of time to like them and play with them." Angers sat back with his hands in his hands. He crossed his legs at the table and raised his head slightly to look over: "While waiting for the tea to be served, are you interested in talking about something with me, an old man? Lin Nian."

"What are you talking about?" Lin Nian sniffed. In fact, the smell stronger than the scent of tea on the table was the pickled pork knuckles in the plastic bag. He regretted bringing this thing to the principal's office.

"For example, some details of this war practice class." Angers said lightly: "And your words."

Lin Nian raised his head, and his attention suddenly fell on Anger's quiet gaze in the mist.