Know Yourself in the Dragon World

"I'm not a god, so I can't control the overall situation." Han Qiu rubbed his stomach, "Give me something to eat."

"Hamburger."

"one comes."

"Here's the money. $100."

"Why don't you go and rob it?" Han Qiu cursed, "It's too dark, isn't it?"

"If you want to eat it, eat it. If you don't want to eat it, forget it." Xia Mi glared at Han Qiu fiercely.

"Okay, okay, I'll give it to you at the academy."

"If you don't give it to me, I'll kill you."

The hamburger fell into Han Qiu's hands in a parabola.

"How dare the Dragon King threaten me for such a small amount of money?" Han Qiu opened the bag and started eating from the meat pie.

"Do you think it's so easy to be a dragon?" Xia Mi sighed: "To be precise, it's a dragon of this era."

"Forget about regaining your glory days. At most, you can just live a decent life." Han Qiu shook his hand. "Go back quickly. I'm just afraid that you'll mess around in the academy, so I want to talk to you."

"I think you're very humorous." Xia Mi's momentum instantly rose, as if she was ready to crush Han Qiu to death at any time, "Are you qualified to talk to me like this?"

"You're so arrogant in front of me? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Han Qiu was neither humble nor arrogant. Under his words, there were even some traces of elemental turbulence. He became gentle again, "I'm also thinking about our safety, mainly your safety."

Xia Mi looked into the distance calmly, her eyes becoming more peaceful because of the dimming lights. "Don't worry, I won't kill anyone. As for you, don't worry about me for now. I dare say the academy has been keeping an eye on you. If you show any sign of weakness, you will definitely die more miserably than I did."

"There's nothing wrong with what you said, but don't worry, I have the advantage." Han Qiu chewed the meat pie with great confidence, "I think you should not get too close to Chu Zihang."

"I'm looking for candidates." Xia Mi said.

"Candidate? What are you going to do..."

“No one is more qualified than him.”

"By the way, are you really not going to give that memory back to him?" Han Qiu imitated Chu Zihang's tone: "Have we met before?"

Xia Mi frowned, "You really owe it."

"I'm just complaining about injustice." Han Qiu spread his hands, looking like he was asking, "What can you do to me?"

"Wait for the academy to take action, and I will return it to him. You are really weird, helping the academy but ready to betray it at any time."

"I just feel reluctant to leave my friends. As for the academy, or the secret party, I can't say I have a great affection for it. You went to the academy to be an undercover agent, and I went to train myself." Han Qiu sighed: "What the academy teaches is actually very useful."

"A bunch of history of castration, and alchemical techniques that even children can use, you call that useful?"

“For me, it’s quite useful.”

Not everyone can compare with Jörmungandr. Even with Mr. Han's support, Han Qiu cannot know everything about the world.

Mr. Han can popularize some knowledge, but things like fighting skills still need specialized people to teach.

Everything taught in the academy can be used seriously on the dragon-slaying battlefield.

……

“It’s not finished yet…” Lu Mingfei stood in front of the notice at the train station and complained, “It takes two days to repair the track. That’s too slow!”

"In terms of construction speed, it can't compare to your hometown." A magnetic voice sounded behind him.

A hand was placed on Lu Mingfei's shoulder and patted him gently.

Lu Mingfei turned around suddenly and exclaimed, "Principal, why are you here?"

Ange took off his sunglasses and smiled like a gentleman. "I came over here to take care of something. What about you?"

"Waiting for the car. I've been waiting for two days. I come from the hotel every day to check on you." Lu Mingfei leaned closer and asked in a low voice: "Principal, as the principal, you should have a private plane, right? Can you give us a ride?"

"you?"

"Yes, it's me, Chu Zihang, Han Qiu, and a new student, Xia Mi, who is a super, super pretty school girl."

"As expected, young people are all interested in pretty schoolgirls." Angers said leisurely, "As for a private plane, of course I have one, and I can take you with me, but you have to do me a favor. This is considered... a deal, and also a mission, how about it?"

Hearing the word "deal", Lu Mingfei shuddered instinctively.

"Principal, can I help you in any way?"

"Don't underestimate yourself. If you don't want to help, I can call Chu Zihang now. However, it may be difficult for you to get a full score in my class in the new semester."

"Principal, why are you still threatening me?" Lu Mingfei said with a sad face.

In the first grade, Lu Mingfei almost failed in Angers' class and barely managed to get through it.

"A threat?" Ange smiled nonchalantly. "Not really. Do me a favor in exchange for a private jet and full marks in the course. This is more cost-effective than staying in a hotel with a pretty school girl."

"Okay, I agree."

"Don't you want to ask what the favor is?"

"I don't think you would come to me if something is too difficult." Lu Mingfei said awkwardly: "If there is really danger, don't you still have me?"

Ange took the rose from his chest pocket and placed it in Lu Mingfei's hand. "It's really not dangerous, nor difficult, but it's not convenient for me to show up. Let's go and talk in the car."

Lu Mingfei was holding a rose. Seeing Angers step into the Maserati sports car parked on the side of the road, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Principal, you have such a handsome sports car?"

What a crap question.

If you think about it carefully, as a school principal, it might be normal for Angers to have an aircraft carrier.

"Get in the car." Angé picked up the wine glass in the car and made an invitation.

Lu Mingfei muttered as he buckled his seat belt: "Principal, you can't drink and drive."

"I got it from the vice-president. It's fine red wine. Would you like a glass?"

"Forget it. Won't the traffic police come to check on you soon?"

Ange said nonchalantly: "Don't worry, they can't catch up."

"..."

Ange held the steering wheel with one hand and the red wine with the other, tasting it slowly. He stepped on the pedal rhythmically and the car made a roar like thunder.

As the last sip of red wine went down his throat, Ange said calmly, "Let's go."

He couldn't figure out whether it was a whoosh or a bang, Lu Mingfei only felt a strong push on his back, and the car rushed out of the neighborhood like an arrow shot from a fully drawn bow.

"Principal, you were speeding..." Lu Mingfei calmed down, "Drinking and driving and speeding will result in your driver's license being revoked!"

"Driver's license? I took it in 1899, but it should be expired now."

"Should? Well, Principal, I think you should take another exam."

"I don't think the government will allow a 130-year-old man to renew his driver's license." Angers enjoyed the wind blowing in his face and handed the cup in his hand to Lu Mingfei, "Pour me a glass of wine. The wine is in the wine cabinet. Thank you."

After saying that, Ange took out a cigar and lit it.

Lu Mingfei felt a little regretful. He didn't even have the courage to look towards the side of the road. The principal's madness was beyond his imagination.

"There was an auction some time ago, and there was a set of stuff that we really need. A buyer bought it and then sold it on the Hunter website. I scheduled a meeting for today. You need to help me buy that thing, and if possible, the price should be as low as possible."

The cigar smoke was blown away as soon as it was exhaled.

Lu Mingfei wanted to say: Principal, you look very cool driving a sports car with one hand, but I am afraid...

"I'll give you proof of identity and some money, and you'll need to change your clothes." Ange turned his head and smiled, "How is it? It's simple, right?"

"Um... Principal, can you please watch the road?" Lu Mingfei handed the half-filled red wine glass to Ange, "A lot of it spilled on the car, I'm sorry, Principal."

"It's okay, just clean it up later." Ange put out the cigar in the box beside him, and took the wine glass with a smile, "Thank you. At my age, only speed and passion can make me feel young again."

"Principal, do you also watch "Fast and Furious"? "

"I'm not talking about the movies."