Rebirth: I am the American leader

"Sometimes I really wonder if you are the Captain America, because you look like a teenager who has been poisoned by pop culture."

Tony said helplessly. Steve didn't care what he said at all. Instead, he turned his head to look at Hou Yinsen who had been quite silent all the way.

"Hello, let me introduce myself, Steve Rogers. I think you should have heard that I am a school principal. I want to ask you, are you interested in becoming a teacher in our school?"

To be honest, his character may be really bad.

But no one could say anything substantial to reject him after seeing his face.

Hou Yinsen looked at Steve's outstretched hand and spoke with some stammering.

"Mr. Principal, I understand your good intentions. But are you really Steve Rogers? I mean, are you really the Steve Rogers that I understand you to be?"

"If it's true, I'm really Steve Rogers. Due to some accidents, you see me still in a young state."

Hou Yinsen looked at Steve and spoke after a long while.

"The world is getting crazy. You look younger than me and you come to tell me that you are Captain America?"

"If it's true, I can even agree to take a DNA test."

Steve stretched after he finished speaking.

"From now on, you should follow Old John. He is the dean of academic affairs I just found. I originally planned to wait until everyone is gathered and come here again, but your name is in the information Colson gave me, so I asked him to come here first. Picked up his new employee.

You know, very few people want to teach in our schools. "

In fact, the person he was most worried about during this trip was not Tony Stark.

But this little-known physicist, to him, this guy's actual significance is much more important than Tony.

If nothing unexpected happens in the next ten years or so, Hell High School is destined to be his base.

In his opinion, the more powerful the fundamentals are, the better. This kind of power is not only powerful in terms of force, but also powerful in various senses.

Great teachers, smart students, and tough security.

"What's the name of your school?"

"Hell High School? Actually, that school doesn't have a name. We are just used to naming it after the name of the community. But when you said that, I suddenly remembered a book "Laozi's Sea" written by Hemingway. How about this, from now on? Our school is called San Diego High School.”

Steve was talking nonsense casually, and Hou Yinsen couldn't help but twitching his mouth when he saw the other party's indifferent expression.

"Even though I know who Santiago is, I don't think he's the protagonist of that book. Well, at least now we have a name that makes sense."

Hou Yinsen nodded, accepting his fate.

He wanted to find Old John, but the problem was that the old guy was not in a good situation now.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like the actor from A Nightmare on Elm Street?"

Old John held a homemade cigar in his mouth and stared at Wade as he spoke word by word.

"Hahaha! Are you serious? I have no idea that I look like that handsome blond guy, although I used to be quite handsome. But you know, people change. I am no longer as charming as I used to be. "

"No, I think you misunderstood. The hero of A Nightmare on Elm Street should be that ghost. What's his name? It doesn't matter, he has a burning dick face just like you.

Did the director of that movie know you? I mean, is it possible that he took inspiration from you? "

Old John stared at Wade, and Caesar sitting next to him couldn't help but laughed.

"Hey! This isn't funny at all, you son of a bitch, does it make you happy to laugh at other people's physical deformities?"

"It depends on who it is. Speaking of which, shouldn't your biggest physical disability be mental illness?"

Old John showed no intention of stopping, "Speaking of which, is it only your face that's like this, or your whole body?"

"Oh my God, do you elderly people like to pry into other people's privacy like this? I was put into a pure oxygen tank and then exploded. Do you think my face would be like this?"

"Wow, your dick actually got burned."

Old John said something nonchalantly, and Wade was so angry that he pulled out the knife.

"Damn it! I'm going to slit your throat!"

"boom!"

Old John shot directly at him.

Then the unfortunate man's eyes widened and he fell down in shock.

"Anesthetic bullets, I'm pretty good at dealing with guys like this. There was a time in the past when I worked as a nurse in a mental hospital."

"Hahahaha, I like you, old guy, you look so funny."

Caesar laughed loudly, not caring about Wade who fell asleep.

"Hi, hello, I'm Hou Yinsen. Principal Steve asked me to come and report to you. He said you are the Dean of Studies at San Diego Middle School."

"Oh, my God. This kid is really not going to let me go for a day. I thought it was outrageous enough to let me go deep into the desert alone. Now, why do you want me to be the dean of students?"

"Well, I'm better at physics and got a PhD at Columbia University."

"My dear Hou Yinsen, look at what you are saying. Our San Diego Middle School needs talents like you. You just said that you have a Ph.D. in physics. In this case, look at the position of physics teaching team leader. Look at you. not interested?"

Old John's face suddenly changed after hearing Hou Yinsen introduce himself.

He knew that it didn't matter whether he was the dean or not, but if he dared to tell Hou Yinsen not to come to San Diego Middle School.

Then Steve will definitely let him see what a sea burial looks like.

"I don't have any problem. Who are those kids? I want to know, maybe I can recruit some kids from my hometown?"

"No problem. As long as it doesn't affect the normal operation of Santiago Middle School, I think the principal won't mind."

How else to say that people become mature with age?

The conversation between Hou Yinsen and Old John seemed to promise everything.

But if you really get serious, you'll find that this old guy didn't even promise shit.

The main one, you put it here and this?

"Although I don't really want to say it, isn't your poaching behavior not very good?"

Tony, who was sitting next to Steve, spoke up while holding his glass.

Steve took a look at the amber wine in the glass, smelled the pungent smell it emitted, then took the glass and poured it on the ground.

"Come on, didn't you poach me in front of me? And you, kid, drink less."