sbdcsierra Chapter 120 Investigation Team (Part )
Chapter 120 Investigation Team (Part )
"Ahem." Flamel cleared his throat and picked up the microphone.
"Students, let us warmly welcome the investigation team!"
The sound was broadcast to every corner of the college.
The students' cheers were getting louder and louder, overwhelming and heading towards Andrew and the others.
Pairs of golden eyes all looked towards the investigation team.
At this moment, Andrew's scalp tingled. He should be thankful that it was daytime.
How can this be called a welcome...
Only Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes and looked at the platform where Andrew was.
"Why don't I see Finkel?" Han Qiu looked around.
"Oh, he said he was in a hurry to go down the stairs yesterday, and he rolled all the way down from the sixth floor, breaking both of his arms." Lu Mingfei answered nonchalantly, "He's resting in the dormitory."
"Oh?" Han Qiu smiled jokingly.
"Don't laugh at him. What's wrong with your hand?" Lu Mingfei asked.
I've wanted to ask this for a long time. When I saw Han Qiu an hour ago, I wondered why both of his hands were wrapped in bandages.
The words were on the tip of my tongue, but I forgot about them as I thought about rushing to see the girls dance.
"I hit the corner of the wall and got two cracks on my hand," said Han Qiu.
"You and Finkel are really..."
"Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick." Han Qiu took over the conversation.
"You are so narcissistic..." Lu Mingfei rolled his eyes at Han Qiu.
"Forehead……"
Han Qiu wanted to say: This word is derogatory.
However, in this timeline, Crouching Dragon and Phoenix Chick still describe a smart person.
Forget it, don’t worry about it anymore.
Zero appeared on stage, dancing solo, Swan Lake.
It was originally a ballet dance for ten people, but the other nine thought that the gap between themselves and Zero was too big, so big that it would affect the viewing experience, so they simply let Zero dance solo.
Don't underestimate today's performances and competitions, they are invisible competitions.
Xia Mi represents the Lionheart Club, Ling represents the Freshman Fraternity, and Nono, who is diving, represents the Student Union.
Not to mention, the student union also has a beauty group.
Caesar is so terrifying, but the student union is not only powerful in combat, but also has so many beautiful girls that it overwhelms the two major clubs, the Lionheart Club and the Freshman Fraternity.
"Lao Lu, work harder. This year's new students have not been snatched up yet. Recruit more female students." Han Qiu said earnestly.
“This… Senior Brother and Caesar are too good-looking. The freshman social needs a handsome guy who can rival them first.” Lu Mingfei thought for a moment and said this.
"Isn't there one?" Han Qiu straightened his chest, "I am willing to be this golden signboard."
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Ange took the test tube handed to him by the nurse, which contained Chu Zihang's blood sample, which had just been drawn.
He glanced past the nurse and looked at Chu Zihang who was unconscious on the hospital bed, and sighed softly.
However, time does not allow Angers to continue to grieve here, he must quickly test the blood sample.
Time is tight, but we must ensure that everything goes well.
When I just had a blood transfusion surgery last night, I had a test and the blood sample was in line with expectations.
Eight hours have passed now. According to Flamel, if Chu Zihang's blood sample is still normal after eight hours, then he can really fool people.
God knows how strong the heart in Chu Zihang's body is. After realizing that the existing blood does not match the previous one, will it work at full capacity and replace the replaced blood?
Ange took the blood sample to the ice cellar and handed it to the researchers.
He sat outside the analysis room waiting. At this moment, he looked more like a father than a principal.
There is a phrase in Chinese: like a teacher, like a father.
A successful educator needs to learn how to be a father.
Inexplicably, Ange thought of a person. When they first met, he was still a teenager, but now many years have passed, and he should have grown old.
If you get a chance, go meet him.
"Principal, the results are out. The bloodline is stable and judged to be A." An analyst in a white lab coat came out with a report.
Ange picked up the report, glanced at it, smiled with satisfaction, and then returned the report to the analyst.
"All records of this test will be destroyed, do you understand?" asked Angers.
"Roger that!" The analyst stood at attention, like a soldier.
……
Andrew wanted to die, but was dragged by Flamel to watch the three-hour performance.
Given Flamel's identity, Frost couldn't say much, let alone Andrew.
On some matters, the major families have almost reached a consensus.
That is, there is no need to target Flamel unless it is absolutely necessary.
You have to know that Ange is the principal, and Flamel, as the vice-principal, almost never participates in the management of the college and stays in the bell tower all day.
No matter how Frost targeted the academy, he could not target Flamel.
This old guy is just a light-hearted person.
But he was not completely innocent. His alchemy skills could make the secret party bow down. It was said that when Angers founded Cassel, he spent a lot of effort to bring Flamel from the west.
Targeting Flamel without sufficient reasons? If this mentor, who is widely known as a mentor, ran away, Gattuso would have to accept the criticism from other families in the secret party.
"Teacher Flamel, we still have to be busy." Andrew whispered.
"That's fine. The event is almost over." Flamel's smile was a little strange in the dusk. "I have to go back to the bell tower. I'm old and need to rest. If you need any help, let the professors handle it."
"Okay, Mr. Flamel, thank you for your hospitality today." Frost smiled and said, "I have to go back to Gattuso too."
"Would you like to stay a little longer?" Flamel asked.
"I feel at ease with Andrew here. Actually, I also want to stay for a while, but there are still things to deal with within the family." Frost said.
It is indeed an important matter. Gattuso is interrogating Pompey these days.
As the acting head of the family, Frost needs to be present. If he is lucky, he may be promoted from acting head of the family to official head of the family.
Of course, the probability is very low, as there are too many elders who like Pompeii.
Besides, Frost’s bloodline…is so different from Pompeii’s.
"Well, I won't see you off." Flamel looked at Manstein and the others, "You can see the school director off. As for what the investigation team needs, you must do your best to cooperate."
"I understand, Vice-Principal." Manstein nodded.
"Call me dad!" Flamel suddenly looked strange and corrected Manstein's address.
Guderian and Schneider looked at each other, both trying to hold back their laughter.
Manstein looked at the crowd and said helplessly, "I know, Dad."
You may think Flamel is weird, but in fact, Flamel is indeed Manstein's father, at least from the perspective of bloodline.
The grace of raising has nothing to do with it, it's just the matter of giving birth, and Flamel provided a little sperm.
"Yeah." Flamel walked towards the bell tower with satisfaction.
Frost left with the farewell of the investigation team and the professors.
Amid the roar of the plane taking off, the sun completely sank and the sky turned dark in an instant.
As night falls, the real battle has just begun.
Without Frost and Flamel present, Andrew straightened his back completely.
The head of the investigation team smiled unkindly at the professors.