Principal Theodore, who believes in God, has an unusually rich imagination.

Doug, unaware, gently closed the door to the principal's office.

Although Tang Tuo outside the door had a cold face and seemed to have no expression, his complicated eyes had already exposed his surging thoughts clearly.

Yes, who would have thought that the little homeless man a few days ago would become a student of the headmaster?

"Hello Donto!" said Doug, in a relaxed mood.

Although the students who become the principal of Theodore need to give up some of their fame and fortune, they will only gain more.

Today's America, unlike later generations, both the upper and lower classes respect knowledge and those who possess it.

The United States, where anti-intellectualism is not pervasive, has a teacher whose students are at the forefront of all walks of life, and it is easy to see how convenient it is.

"Hello. Donto, who was Principal Theodore's confidant, bowed slightly.

Doug accepted everything calmly, without the slightest panic of a small person. He didn't even pay attention to this "big villain" who had caused him a lot of trouble in the past. Instead, he was thinking about how to maximize the interests of Theodore, the president of Yale College.

Just as he was imagining the future, Williams suddenly rushed over in a panic. When he saw Doug, it was like a camel in the desert seeing a juicy cactus, and he pounced on it.

"Old ...... Teacher! Something big is wrong! They ...... They're going to burn all of Monopoly!" Williams said in a panic. The rapid running caused some unsightly wrinkles in his gentleman's suit, which was not adapted to intense sports.

When Doug heard this, he just nodded, and waited for Williams to stabilize a little before asking, "Who are they? Who are they? Who are the main groups? Who is the leader?"

Williams looked at Doug's composure and composure, and he slowly calmed down.

He frowned and tried his best to think, trying to recall the scene he had just seen in his mind, "There are a lot of them, holding white banners, and they are very aggressive. Led by ...... Professor Wilvan, he ...... Behind him was Lecturer Scott. There are still many teachers and students left......

Mr. Scott, with a torch in his hand, rushed up and snatched all the Monopoly you gave me. Sprinkle grease and burn it on fire!

Teacher...... I...... I didn't do what you gave me!"

The more Williams talked, the more aggrieved he became, and as he spoke, the tears in his eyes actually smashed to the ground.

"It's good that people are okay. Doug comforted absentmindedly. Listening to Williams's slightly unfocused description, I knew who the person who found fault was.

Lecturer Scott, who was slammed on the podium and hung on the blackboard by Doug, became the joke of the entire Yale College.

Professor Wilvan, who is also Lecturer Scott's teacher.

Seemingly...... Revenge is coming!

Isn't losing once bad enough, and isn't the lesson deep enough?

Doug patted Williams' sobbing body and walked forward with his head held high and full of fighting spirit.

Williams looked up and saw Doug's back, and he shouted, "Teacher, don't go, danger!"

"Dangerous, how dangerous, do they have guns?" asked Doug, holding the civilization stick in his hand.

Williams subconsciously shook his head when he heard Doug ask if he had a gun.

"Why should they be afraid when they don't have guns, they don't threaten their lives?" Williams, you look like a timid groundhog. ”

"There are a lot ......of them," Williams said with a slightly red face and some hesitation when he heard Doug's reprimand.

"The most people in them means that their voices are loud, and a loud voice does not mean that they are justified! Not to mention that they have snatched all the "Monopoly" in your hands, and threatened your personal safety, even if they don't come to me, I will ask them for an explanation!" Doug said in a sonorous voice.

When Williams heard that Doug was concerned about his confident personal safety, he couldn't help himself, plucked up his courage, and shouted emotionally, "Teacher, I'll go with you!"

Doug stepped out of the slightly gloomy corridor, the warm sun enveloping him, and unknown birds chirping crisply in the branches. A rabble greets you.

A long white banner with black dye attached to it indicts the chaos that Monopoly has brought to the school's teaching order.

"To learn, not to entertain, "Monopoly" get out of Yale!"

There are dozens of people standing behind the banner, not to mention dozens of people, and it is impossible to tell who is who.

There are two people standing in front of the banner, Professor Wilwin on the left and Lecturer Scott on the right.

One was dressed in formal clothes and solemn, and the other was holding a torch in a majestic manner.

Doug's eyes were calm and fearless, even though he had only himself and cowardly Williams on his side.

Williams saw so many people again, his legs began to go limp, and the inexplicable pressure pressed on him like the whole Berkshire Mountain, making him breathless.

It seemed as if he had added even one more speck of dust, and he would collapse.

But......

When he saw Doug's slightly thin but determined figure, he suddenly seemed to have strength.

The crooked back gradually straightened, and the collapsed mentality gradually tightened.

When he stood up completely straight, he found himself standing on the top of a mountain, and the people who had just put a great deal of pressure on him looked down like a swarm of ants.

When the two sides confronted each other, the students who came from all over the world not only occupied a large lawn, but also pushed open the windows of nearby buildings to watch in all aspects.

Professor Wilvan felt that there were enough people, so he exclaimed, "Doug Claydon, are you going to destroy Yale?"

Doug took two steps forward, not making any justification for his actions, but directly asked rhetorically, "Professor Wilwin, why do you say that?"

Professor Wilwin's momentum froze. The previous appearance of Williams running away gave him the illusion that when Doug Claydon saw him, he was afraid that he would kneel on the ground and ask God for forgiveness.

But for now, this damn little beggar has no intention of repenting.

It's like a devil who has been tempted by Lucifer.

He cleared his mind a little, cleared his throat, which was always talking and suffering from severe laryngitis, and said loudly, "Doug Claydon! My student Scott is kind-hearted and allows you to sit in. When you do something, you use your fallacies to argue with him.

You fool their teachers with your distorted perceptions and writing essays on behalf of students.

You're still using your ridiculous game to erode students' minds.

Are you going to ruin Yale?"