Global Cards: I Create Eastern Mythic Card Deck

"You should have the contact information of that guy Li Wenfeng, right?" Wang Jindong smiled and said, "You can call him now and ask him who I am."

Li Wenfeng is the vice principal of No. 3 Middle School.

If a new principal with great background hadn't fallen from the sky, the position would most likely have fallen to him.

But even if he did not become the legitimate boss of No. 3 Middle School, he was still responsible for all the affairs of No. 3 Middle School when the new principal had been invisible for many years, and he was almost no different from the principal.

And because he always has a cold face and is resolute and strict in office teaching, he is a "devil"-like existence in the eyes of the teachers and students of No. 3 Middle School, which can be said to be full of oppression.

Ji Nian, who had never been in the other party's hands, felt no psychological burden. He raised his hand and dialed the phone.

Soon, the call was connected, and a steady voice came from the receiver:

"Classmate Ji Nian, what do you want from me? Is the training too stressful? Wei Ya is serious too. I told her a long time ago not to put all the pressure on the children..."

Li Wenfeng muttered slowly, his tone was very gentle, not at all like the "cold-faced devil" in the rumors.

"Sure enough, no matter which world they are in, good students always enjoy certain privileges when facing their teachers."

Ji Nian sighed in his heart and explained: "Thank you, principal, for your concern. I'm in good condition and have gained a lot recently. I'm calling you so late..."

"Kid, give me the phone."

Wang Jingdong suddenly spoke, interrupting the polite words that Ji Nian had just said. He raised his hand to take the phone from his hand, put it on speakerphone, and started the video.

Soon, Li Wenfeng, who had a Mediterranean hairstyle that is standard for strong men, appeared on the screen, with a kind smile on his face that could shock the jaws of all the teachers and students of No. 3 Middle School.

"Uncle Dong?!"

After seeing the figure on the other end of the video clearly, he suddenly exclaimed, stood up at the speed of light, and almost instinctively gave the standard Zhenyuan Army military salute: "Uncle Dong!"

Zhenyuan Army, a combat unit under the Card Division Alliance.

Abyss is the alias of the secret realm, and the Suppressing Abyss Army, as the name suggests, is the army that suppresses Abyss.

As the old saying goes: "The best warriors are often born on the cruelest battlefields."

The Zhenyuan Army, where strong men emerge in large numbers and has cultivated many "towering trees", is known as the "cradle of the strong".

According to incomplete statistics, three out of every ten senior members of the Card Master Alliance have joined the Zhenyuan Army.

The rest, even if they did not join directly, had more or less performed some auxiliary combat work.

This shows the position of this institution in the alliance.

"Okay, stop messing with those stupid people. Fengzi, tell this kid who I am."

Li Wenfeng is also a smart man. After hearing Wang Jingdong's words, he immediately figured out the cause and effect, and hurriedly said: "Classmate Ji Nian, this is the principal of our No. 3 Middle School. You may have never seen him before..."

The video hung up with a "pop" sound, and Wang Jingdong threw the phone back to the calendar.

"I have been a teacher for several years. I have not learned the good stuff, but I have learned all about talking nonsense."

He said in a calm tone, and then smiled: "You should finally trust my identity now, right?"

"headmaster!"

Ji Nian hurriedly got up and said hello, and then sat back on the sofa after being waved by the other party.

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the aura of the other party was stronger than that of Fan Lei and Su Wen who were in their prime.

"For such a ruthless character, even if he were to step down and become an education director at the Provincial Card Makers Association, it would be more than enough. Why did he choose No. 3 Middle School, a card school that is not ranked among the top three in the city, to be the principal?"

This doubt flashed through Ji Nian's mind.

But what he is most concerned about is why the other party is looking for him at this time.

As if he could see what was going on in his mind, Wang Jindong leaned back the next moment, and after moving his eyes around Seventh Master, Eighth Master and the coffin parked next to him, he said with a smile:

"Ziliang called me just now and told me that you created the third summoning card. I still didn't believe it. Looking at it now, genius cannot be judged by common sense. Your talent is really beyond my imagination."

Without waiting for a few words of humility, he continued: "Son, are you interested in bringing your talents into the military camp? With your potential, if everything goes well, it is almost certain that you will become a general in twenty years."

Hearing the other party's words, Ji Nian weighed the pros and cons and said, "Sorry, principal, I'm used to being free and easy, so I may not be suitable for military life..."

This sentence is naturally just an excuse.

He also dare not say whether he will join or form a force in the future.

But for now, with a treasure trove of knowledge about Chinese mythology that has not yet been fully developed, he is really not suitable to step into the melting pot of the army. He still wants to follow the path of "lone wolf", so he decisively rejected the opponent.

Wang Jindong nodded, as if he had guessed that he would say this, and he didn't seem surprised: "It doesn't matter if you continue to go to school. If you want to join the army someday, you can tell me at any time."

After saying that, he raised his finger lightly.

A disposable paper cup flew out of the storage basket under the coffee table, and then landed in his hand with a full cup of hot water.

A few pieces of green tea leaves appeared out of thin air and slowly fell down.

"I came to see you this time mainly because I wanted to ask if you are interested in visiting the Taoyuan Secret Realm."

"Having successfully created three summoning cards, you are now qualified to enter the outer reaches of the secret realm."

"Anyway, this step will have to be taken sooner or later. Instead of following an inferior expedition team and worrying about it, it is better to find some equally outstanding partners to help each other."

He told it lightly.

In his words, the extremely dangerous Taoyuan Secret Land seems to be just a tourist attraction for "fun".

"It just so happens that two weeks later, that is, the third day after your training, the Zhenyuan Army stationed in Taoyuan City will organize a two-day secret exploration activity for young officers."

"If you are interested, you can bring my letter of recommendation and join as Wang Jingdong's disciple. You will definitely earn a lot of money."

After saying that, Uncle Dong took a sip of tea, took out a thin envelope from his pocket, and handed it to Ji Nian.

Ji Nian's response was very quick. He hugged her decisively, raised his hand to collect the letter, and said with a smile on his face: "Thank you, principal. Don't worry. When I get to the secret realm, I will do my best and never lose your name." head."

"it is good."

Wang Jindong chuckled and nodded. After saying this, he patted his straight trousers and stood up calmly.

Looking at the darkening sky, he said without looking back: "By the way, don't tell anyone about the fact that I came to see you today."

"I just said hello to Ziliang. When you two meet in the future, don't mention this matter. Just pretend that nothing happened."

Ji Nian nodded when he heard this and didn't say much.

Curiosity killed the cat. Regardless of Wang Jingdong’s reasons for requesting confidentiality, it has nothing to do with him.

Just take care of yourself.