American Comic Super Principal

"This is Chinese martial arts, right? Can I learn it?" As soon as Zhang Fan stood up, he held on to his weak muscles and leaned over eagerly, with a look of longing on his face.

The system flicked the corner of its fiery red skirt and sneered at Zhang Fan, "This is the national martial art you know, yes, but I don't teach it, Chou refuses."

Zhang Fan choked hard, touched his handsome face again, smiled bitterly and said, "My appearance is not bad. This is the first time in my memory that I have been rejected by someone ugly. Is your system's aesthetics correct?" Not the same as humans”

The system waved its hand and apologized without sincerity, "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm used to pinching my face when playing games, and my requirements for appearance have been raised a lot without knowing it. I'm a little disgusted by my own appearance, let alone you. Oh, it’s so ugly.”

Zhang Fan raised his head and looked at his "grand beauty", and became even more unwilling to accept it. "Practice of martial arts has nothing to do with appearance, and appearance does not equal combat effectiveness."

"Your martial arts talent is too poor to be trained." The impatient system raised his eyes and finally told the truth, but the effect was even more heartbreaking.

"If you don't listen to a good white lie, you have to listen to the truth. Don't you know that telling the truth will hurt your feelings more?"

As a krypton gold player and a cheat warrior, how are your cultivation talents? Don’t you have some skills in your heart? You have to play a technical profession, and you are looking for abuse in a fancy way.

I think you're drifting off again. It's best to give you electrotherapy to wake you up."

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Zhang Fan thought about it for a while, then said shamelessly and implicitly, "I think my Daoist heart and perseverance are not bad. The difference in my ability can be made up for by using natural resources and treasures. The difference in understanding can be spent with time. In short, I think my martial arts dream is not bad." Let’s save it again”

The system decisively responded, "It can't be cured, just wait to die, and say goodbye."

"I'd better go to bed and get some rest. Maybe I'll feel better when I wake up."

Zhang Fan slumped down and rested his head on the desk, like a salted fish that had given up on his dream.

"Duk duk duk" The door was suddenly knocked again, and a middle-aged man's voice came in, "Principal Zhang Fan, hello, I am Colson, is it convenient for me to come in now?"

Coulson, who learned the lesson from last time, firmly rejected the practice of walking in directly without saying hello this time. This approach can put pressure on ordinary people, but for big bosses, it is their ordinary agents who bear the pressure. How can I break the news when my mouth is silenced when I see something I shouldn’t?

For example, a new boss’s “special hobby”

"Oh, it's Coulson, come in."

Zhang Fan lazily raised his head, with a "fairy spirit" look on his face, staying up late to practice immortality, just to catch up on his sleep. This was the first time he had been interrupted.

After getting the boss's permission, Colson opened the door and walked in with a smile on his face. At first glance, the smile froze on his face.

I saw a certain boss taking a nap on the table with a "kidney deficiency" look on his face, while another Chinese girl I had never seen before was sitting on the table generously and swinging her two ivory and jade legs. Her posture and movements were very arrogant.

The "development" of the matter is clear at a glance. Is there any other possibility besides being the lover of the boss's wife?

"The principal is a little weak. Well, I seem to have discovered some great secret. Why do I have to be so strong in logical reasoning? I seem to know a little too much."

Colson smiled dryly and sat in the corner consciously, looking intently as if he didn't know anything.

The system glanced at Coulson suspiciously, and then he was stunned again. He had no interest in such weak and unattractive passers-by, A, B, C, and D.

Zhang Fan regained his composure, raised his head and asked, "Colson, what's the matter? That General Ross got into trouble by jumping up and down again after he returned."

"That's not true. I'm afraid he has no intention of provoking you at the moment. Two military fighter jets were shot down again."

Having said this, Coulson looked at Zhang Fan with a strange expression, and added: "Both pilots this time are alive and were saved by the attackers."

Zhang Fan suddenly became interested and asked guessing: "It's Tony Stark. His steel suit has also been built."

"Haha, that's right, it's him, a steel suit painted in gold and red. The overall structure is the same as yours, so he was warned and attacked by the military as soon as he went up to the sky, and then..."

Coulson shrugged, looking quite helpless.

"Then he is really unlucky. Okay, I understand. Now I have another question to ask. Did your director of SHIELD buy shares of Stark Industries and care so much about him?"

Zhang Fan asked with a playful look, skillfully playing the role of "ignorant novice".

Coulson's eyes flickered slightly: "He is a well-known super genius and is very important to the development of human science and technology."

"Haha," Zhang Fan stood up and smiled, turned to the system and asked, "I'm going to see Tony Stark, are you going?"

"His female secretary, Pepper Potts, looks average, but has a great temperament. I'm a little interested. It would be interesting to dig into her."

A nasty smile appeared on the system's face, looking like a playboy looking for beauty.

"She is" Colson was stunned, a little hesitant to call Tony to remind him.

Zhang Fan reached out and patted Colson on the shoulder, and said with deep sympathy: "Yes, he claims to be a man, so he will naturally be interested in women."

Colson twitched his lips and sighed silently: "The aristocratic world is so chaotic. I really can't understand the life of rich people."

After the three of them left Xincheng Middle School, Zhang Fan waved subconsciously and stopped a taxi.

Coulson was a little dazed: "Don't you drive your own car when traveling? I thought you would be equipped with an ultra-modern high-tech tank, like Batman's Batmobile."

"Unfortunately, these are not available. In fact, I am not very good at driving. Especially after using the steel suit to fly in the sky, I am no longer interested in cars."

Zhang Fan was calm and calm, and pretended to be cool, which made Colson stunned again. As for the truth that it is hard to change his nature as a homebody, and that he had a habit of taking taxis in his previous life, there was no need to tell the truth.

"Well, although the driving experience of most cars is average and not as good as flying a fighter jet, some cars are indeed a pleasure to drive, such as my Laura, which can take off and land vertically and fly at low altitudes, and is equipped with a flame launcher and jet engine, but unfortunately it was sent for maintenance today.”

"Beep, beep, beep." The stopped taxi suddenly honked its horn. A middle-aged black woman's head stuck out from the window and roared irritably:

"Whether you want to take the bus or not? If you want to brag, go back to your home and brag slowly. Don't disturb me to make money."

Zhang Fan and Colson looked at each other, then got into the taxi dejectedly.

The system snickered and sat in the front seat, her smile blooming like a flower, instantly calming the driver's aunt's manic mood.

She hummed in embarrassment: "Sorry, madam, I didn't target you. The main reason is that your two companions are too unreliable. They are bragging without any boundaries and are just lies.

I also flew fighter jets and private cars at low altitudes, haha, but one of them sent the car for maintenance, and the other was not interested in cars.

I'm afraid they have never driven a luxury car, they just talk nonsense to attract your attention. You'd better be wary of them in the future."

The system turned back and blinked at Zhang Fan with a snicker, and then asked: "That young man in the back row, does it look familiar to you? Does he look like the superhero Iron Man from Xincheng Middle School?"

"Asian faces all look the same to me and I can't recognize them. Moreover, that Iron Man was the principal of Xincheng Middle School. His parents were super rich in New York at that time. He is not the same as a young man who can't afford a luxury car and can only rely on sexual intercourse." Same

Besides, how could I be so lucky to meet him when he came out to experience life in a taxi? Now I have long passed the age when I was obsessed with fairy tales.

Listen to my aunt’s advice: young people should not always watch love TV dramas about princes and Cinderella, as this can easily lower their IQ. Watch more political dramas like House of Cards when you have time. This is the real reality.”

When the black aunt got excited, she talked endlessly about all kinds of "political secrets."

After a while, Colson finally couldn't help it anymore, coughed twice and said: "There are many facts in political dramas, but there are also many fictional and modified parts. After all, some secrets are not suitable for ordinary people to know. "

"Ha, I'm talking like you know, I'm an ordinary person, aren't you?" The aunt turned around and retorted, giving him a middle finger.

Coulson was silent for a moment and said weakly: "I am an agent."

The black aunt was even more contemptuous: "If you are an agent, I will be the director of the agent, your immediate boss."

Suddenly, Zhang Fan thought of Fury's braised egg head and couldn't help but said, "Okay, this is very powerful."

The next moment, in his ear, Coulson sighed quietly: "If you are really the director, I would not be surprised at all. Yes, he can indeed do such a thing."