American Comic Super Principal

My name is Phil Coulson, an agent from the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Agency. This time I was ordered to visit a former billionaire and current high school principal.

This principal may have the most terrifying actual combat capabilities and the most complicated and troubled background in the world. It is definitely 10,000 times more difficult than the principals of Harvard and Cambridge. Therefore, this is not an easy and safe task. In case of anger, He may soon turn into minced meat, like the "hell dunes" discovered in the Afghan desert.

When he pushed open the door of the principal's office with a slightly nervous and solemn mood, Colson was really shocked. What did I see? This reserve "Devil King" was hiding in the office playing "electric shock" , the scene was filled with sparks and passion. Dian's body was cramping and he couldn't bear to stop. But this is a school. Your students are still in class. Principal, can you be more reserved?

The image of the mysterious, powerful, moody and elusive "emerging overlord" that existed in Colson's imagination collapsed in an instant. There was only one capital word "pervert" left in his mind, and he was blinded by the sudden flash. I wish I had never been here.

The current atmosphere was also extremely stiff. Coulson hesitated and froze at the door, unsure whether he should leave with a polite yet awkward smile, or whether he should wait for his resignation honestly, because "I know." "Too many" have been silenced. It seems that nothing is suitable now, so we have to fight for survival.

In front of outsiders, the system finally suspended the "treatment" to save face, and sighed with unfinished content: "With a few more electrotherapy treatments, your psychological problems will be completely recovered."

"Thank you, Mr. System, for your kindness, but I really don't need it anymore. I'm healthy and have nothing wrong with me." Zhang Fan seemed to have returned to the world from the eighteenth level of hell in an instant. Every cell in his body was fighting to escape. Congratulations, at this moment, he really tasted the taste of happiness. It turned out that those pretentious young people did not lie. The taste of happiness is so sweet.

Colson felt that Monk Zhang Er was confused. After watching the electric sparks dancing on Zhang Fan's body disappear, he was still immersed in his own world talking to himself and enjoying himself. He completely ignored what he meant and had no choice but to stand on the door. Knocking again proved that there was still a big living person standing here.

Only then did Zhang Fan come back to his senses. He quickly sat upright and acted as if nothing had happened. However, on his temporarily paralyzed face, the awe-inspiring murderous intent could hardly be concealed. The cold light in his eyes was as sharp as a knife. It can kill someone, but the trembling fingertips are more damaging to the painting style.

"Mr. Principal, actually I didn't see anything. I swear by my faith and reputation. Please stay calm. If I lie, just let all my hair fall out." Colson was sweating on his forehead and fingering nervously. He swore a curse, fearing that if he didn't respond in time, he would be turned into a puddle of red and white debris by some unknown mysterious method, and smeared on the wall behind him. This way of death was too tragic, so please forgive him for not being able to accept it.

"Phil Coulson" Zhang Fan remembered his self-introduction at the beginning, and looked at his harmless and friendly temperament and the severely receding hairline on his head. He nodded silently and took the number. People are right

Colson also followed Zhang Fan's gaze and touched his bare forehead, showing his signature gentle smile, as shy and friendly as a herbivore man, and said with an embarrassed smile: "Middle-aged men always suffer from severe hair loss. , so every hair is important to me."

The tense atmosphere dissipated in an instant, and Zhang Fan couldn't help but smile. He secretly thought that Phil Coulson, as a supporting role in the Marvel world, is crucial to the connection between many superheroes. , there must be a "side plot", and the level is probably not too low, and the favorability level is worth checking.

Coulson noticed the "evil" smile on the corner of Zhang Fan's mouth and stared straight at him. His throat suddenly went dry and the hairs on his body stood on end. He had never been so scared in more than ten years as an agent. At that time, I even made up my mind in despair. I would rather die than lose my "innocence", leaving the last bullet for myself.

"You are an agent. You must have come to me to complete a certain task." Zhang Fan stood up and walked over. His attitude changed drastically. It could be seen that he was in a very happy mood now, as if he had just woken up early in the morning and saw a The white rabbit broke into the wolf's den and welcomed him with a warm and friendly smile, "I can try my best to cooperate with your mission, I just need you to agree to one condition."

"Sure enough." Colson smiled bitterly and took one last longing look at the beautiful and colorful world. In his clenched left fist, he quietly rubbed his thumb on the surface of a ring. There was a poisonous needle hidden inside. It would pop out and pierce when touched. If it enters the finger, it will be fatal within a few seconds. It is used to prevent operators from leaking important information. It is nicknamed by them as the "last bullet" and can only be kept for yourself.

"As long as you agree to join me as a teacher at Xincheng Middle School, I will try my best to cooperate with you. You don't need to stay in the school to teach all year round. I just need to ensure that you have at least one class per month. You can teach students whatever you know. The requirements are not high and it won't be too demanding. If it delays your normal work, you can complete the task quickly and smoothly if you agree. It’s a mutually beneficial thing, so I hope you won’t refuse.”

Zhang Fan racked his brains and tried his best to trick this senior agent into accepting a position as a middle school teacher. He walked around Colson repeatedly, trying to put more pressure on him. It was best to scare him into accepting the job with a weird painting style. "part-time job".

"The road to improving favorability is indeed long and difficult. Comrades still need to work hard." Zhang Fande couldn't help but sigh silently as his mouth went dry.

"It's impossible not to agree. What you said is true." Colson raised his head in surprise, and his dull eyes instantly glowed. He asked again in disbelief: "You just want me to stay in the new city." Being a teacher in a middle school is a part-time job and you only need to attend class once a month.”

"Of course, what else can I do? If it were a beautiful agent girl, I would still be in the mood to treat her to a romantic lunch, but you are a middle-aged, semi-bald man. I really have lost my appetite. I'm sorry," Zhang Fan apologized without sincerity, saying that Coulson was only worth a few A-level subplots at most, and he was not worthy of letting me swallow my anger and suppress my appetite to eat with him. If I had the time, I might as well go to Mindy.

At least I have to be a boss like Thor who is worthy of S-level and above side plots, so that I can happily accompany an old man to eat, even if it is very unappetizing, it is worth it.

"Great, great, God, thank you for your blessing." Colson also collapsed on the carpet, smiling like a fool.

My name is Phil Coulson. Today's experience was really terrible. Fortunately, things ended well in the end. I'm very satisfied. Really.