The Supreme One

Not enough people in the tribe? Then train humans as slaves!

Are there too many species in the forest? Then cultivate the human race to reduce them manually!

Too few forest species? Then cultivate humans to introduce and cultivate more species!

No matter what the problem is, the right thing to do is to cultivate the human race!

Workers of all races say it’s good!

This is the current situation of the human race in the forest tribe, and it is also the current situation of the human race in the entire world.

In this way, the plan was finalized, and the members of the Sen tribe were not in a hurry to leave. They continued to chat as they had not seen each other for a long time.

Most of them were talking about the human race. Some were showing off how many slaves they had trained, some were talking about how many forest people they had converted, and some were talking about their experiences in training the human race.

Whenever he heard this topic, Sen Qing would rush over and carefully learn from the experience of his predecessors. For a time, the whole family was in harmony.

Human beings, who are the source of happiness, continue to live as usual.

Just like Xia Xian, he got up early the next day, went downstairs and stayed for a few minutes, and then the familiar petite figure walked down the stairs.

"Sleeping in again." Xia Xian made a joke and when no one responded he just treated it as normal.

After taking two deep breaths, he took a step and started running quickly.

Just like in the past, even if he used his full speed, it was difficult for him to create a distance of more than two meters between him and the person behind him.

He ran all the way to school and was about to run to the cafeteria when Xia Xian's footsteps suddenly paused, and the figure behind him immediately stopped.

"headmaster?!"

Surprise, big surprise!

Xia Xian was still thinking about when he could have a chance encounter with the principal and ask him for a chance to enter the library.

He was not in a hurry. According to his experience from the previous semester, the principal would come around the school from time to time. Xia Xian, who always stayed in one place, had the opportunity to meet him three times.

So there will definitely be a chance for us to meet this semester.

What Xia Xian didn't expect was that by coincidence today, he entered the school at the same time as the principal.

Now that they had met, Xia Xian naturally couldn't let go of this good opportunity. He immediately gave instructions to the girl behind him and hurried forward.

"Lizi, go eat first. I have something to do."

After saying this, Xia Xian took only three or two steps and came directly to the principal's side.

Xia Xian's arrival naturally could not be hidden from this person's perception. Seeing his classmates coming to him with excitement, he naturally greeted these little admirers with a kind smile as usual.

"Good boy, you came so early. If you practice so hard, you will definitely become a pillar of the Sen tribe in the future."

After saying this, Xia Xian naturally knew that he had misunderstood, but it didn't matter if it was a misunderstanding. Don't hit someone who smiles at you. Fans are all family members!

Seizing the opportunity and climbing up the pole, Xia Xian was about to take another step forward, but suddenly he froze in place, watching the principal and his black-faced henchman gradually go away.

"I'm free, let's go and eat."

It was not until Mo Li pulled him aside that Xia Xian suddenly came back to his senses. Cold sweat instantly flowed down his body like water, soaking his clothes.

At this time, a senior who had seen the show came over, patted Xia Xian on the shoulder, and said earnestly: "Little brother, next time you meet the principal, no matter how excited you are, don't rush up to him. Remember, three steps away is a safe distance!"

After saying this, he turned and left with a bleak look on his face, as if he was remembering some unpleasant past event.

Obviously this person has also learned a lesson.

Xia Xian wiped the sweat off his face, and only then did his body react to the terrifying threat and he breathed heavily.

Horrible, too scary!

This black-faced man is too scary!

He just wanted to get closer to talk, but he was glared at like that. Xia Xian felt like his soul was about to be scared out of his body.

No, he should have been scared away. Fortunately, Mo Li pulled him back to his senses from the terrifying threat.

At this time, he also remembered who that person was.

The legendary black-faced monster, the dean of studies Zhao Hai!

At the beginning of the school year, he gave a speech on behalf of the school. At the time, Xia Xian just listened casually and didn't take it seriously at all. But now, he feels that he is several levels stronger than Old Wang.

When he met the principal before, this black-faced Zhao was also standing guard on the side. He thought that he had nothing to ask for at that time, so Xia Xian naturally had no interest in admiring these strong men.

But now that I think about it, I find that it seems to be true. The group of people who surrounded me and screamed at that time did restrain their steps and did not take more than three steps.

No one actually taught this kind of survival secret in school. Xia Xian was so angry that he wanted to bite his teeth.

I just wanted to get closer and talk, is it necessary to be so strict?

Feeling depressed, Xia Xian took Mo Li beside him and quickly went to have breakfast, then went to their respective classrooms.

Today is Wednesday, and there is a general education class, so Xia Xian naturally doesn’t need to study it.

So he went straight to the training ground to train. After waiting for a while, the leisurely Sheng Wuya arrived at the training ground.

Xia Xian hurriedly practiced while asking him about the news of the principal and the dean of studies.

Sure enough, this guy knew all about these things very well. He even had a survival book before entering school, which recorded the survival skills learned by many members of his family in the school.

It also mentioned news about the principal and the dean of studies, Zhao Hai.

No one knows the exact years that the principal, Lin Feiyang, served as principal. Of course, this is because no one has checked, and it is not something that requires much attention.

It is rumored that the Dean of Studies, Zhao Hai, was his playmate during his school days and had followed him all the way to today.

So it can basically be said that where there is a principal, there is Zhao Hai, and where there is Zhao Hai, no one can get within three steps of the principal.

After understanding the situation clearly, Xia Xian was speechless.

"Is it necessary? Is it necessary? The principal is such a grown-up now! Does he still need someone to protect him so closely?"

"What can we do? They have been living like this for so many years. Maybe they are used to it." Sheng Wuya also shook his head helplessly. Even his family had no way to deal with these big shots.

"What should we do? We can't even take this road?"

This is indeed the only solution he can find at the moment. Sheng Wuya also knows what his brother wants, but unfortunately he is still young and cannot use the power of his family.

As long as he becomes the head of the family, he will do his best to help his brother enter Heliu Library.

Well, we just need to wait a few thousand or tens of thousands of years and everything will be fine.

Thinking of this, Sheng Wuya couldn't help but feel happy.

Looking at Sheng Wuya who suddenly smiled foolishly, Xia Xian shook his head. It seemed that he could not rely on this guy anymore. He could only continue to think of a solution himself.