Jason's call was to Edward.

In relation to the 'Ghost Squad', Jason thinks Edward should know and be able to give him more professional advice.

Of course, when Edward clearly didn't know about the 'mysterious side', Jason just used the same effect to save time.

"Using hypnosis to influence the students of St. Mungo's Academy?"

"Mika, bastard!"

"Did he give up even the last bit of glory as a soldier?"

Even if Jason didn't have to look at it, he could feel Edward's anger at the moment, and the voice was almost a roar.

"There must be something in St. Mungo's College that Mika cares about."

"That guy doesn't go untargeted."

"Jason, please look into it first."

"I'll be there shortly."

After admonishing him, Edward hung up.

It is clear that the leader of the special operations group can't wait.

Jason put down the phone and thanked Tedney.

"No, I don't."

"You are already an instructor in our student council, and you have the right to use the phone here."

"And ......"

"Can I treat you to afternoon tea?"

The female student council president waved her hand again and again, and then issued an invitation.

Jason had helped her a lot to stop Dadas from committing suicide, and she had to be thankful.

This was an extremely important part of her education.

She couldn't ignore it.

Therefore, the female student councillor does not have the shyness and hesitation of ordinary little girls.

Instead, take the initiative.

If you hesitate, you will lose!

The words taught by my mother are taken to heart by the chair of the student council.

Of course, there are some things that she won't just say while standing at the door of the old school building.

Not only is it out of place, but it also undermines one's sincerity.

So, afternoon tea is a good excuse.

Of course, before you say those words again, you must need skill, and don't let Mr. Jason misunderstand anything.

Out of concern for Jason's self-esteem, the student council dean thought carefully.

"Okay, where?"

Jason asked dryly.

Survey?

He did not forget.

An afternoon tea doesn't waste much time.

What's more, who says you can't investigate while having afternoon tea?

You know, his way of investigating is different from others.

"In the shop near the dormitory."

"There's a café there."

Said the female student council president.

"Hmm."

"Let's go."

After Jason finished speaking, he walked in the direction of the dormitory.

He had previously been led by a female pastry chef and had a general idea of the layout of the 'St. Mungo's Academy'.

Therefore, you will not get lost.

Looking at Jason, who was full of action, the female student council president couldn't help but smile.

She doesn't hate men who do what she says.

Moreover, I don't know if it's an illusion, the female student council president always felt that Jason's eyes lit up when she asked for afternoon tea.

Looking forward to afternoon tea?

No!

No, no!

I guessed my true purpose.

As someone who has been trained on the battlefield, he guessed my thoughts in an instant.

The female student council president couldn't help but smile in her eyes.

For such a man, the female student council president does not hate it.

In fact, she loves smart people.

Especially when this smart man is still very strong.

At least......

This is what the female student council president thought before stepping into the 'Flowers and Herbs and Zizi Coffee Pot'.

Twenty minutes after stepping into the shop, the student councillor was silent as she looked at the two stacks of plates on the table that were almost up to the ceiling.

She felt like she had made a big mistake.

Not that she just promised.

But......

The conditions given to Jason when he hired him before: a weekly salary of 35 yuan, including three meals!

All meals included!

Three meals!

Meal!

Watching Jason wave to the waiter and signal for another one, the female student council president couldn't help but speak.

"Mr. Jason, haven't you eaten at noon?"

The female student council president was a little reluctant.

She wanted Jason to answer yes.

I didn't eat at noon, I was very hungry in the afternoon, and it is understandable that a strong man eats so much.

Because, that means not all meals are eaten so much.

Only, the next moment, Jason shattered her illusions.

"Eat."

"Gixier's craftsmanship is very good."

"I love that huge banana boat."

Jason replied as he picked up the signature chicken onion rings and grilled chicken wings from the 'Flowers and Herbs & Zizi Coffee Maker' and stuffed them into his mouth.

An extra-large banana boat?

Large?

Plate?

Quickly recalling the huge plate on the counter that she saw when she entered the door, the female student president was in a trance.

Isn't that a plate that is only used at banquets?

And it's only used for large banquets!

Why do you use such a big plate alone?

If you have a big appetite, you have to have a limit!

The student council president gasped.

"You ate it all alone?"

With a dry laugh, the student council president asked.

"Hmm."

Jason nodded.

He had nothing to hide in such a matter.

What he eats, he eats.

And the female student council president is completely messy.

I couldn't help but breathe fast.

After a few dozen seconds, she confirmed for the last time:

"How much can you eat at every meal?"

"It's not."

Jason immediately shook his head.

Suddenly, the female student council president breathed a sigh of relief.

I'll just say it.

How can a person eat so much at a meal.

A smile reappeared on the face of the female student council president.

But, the next moment—

"I just ate a nice 'food' and wasn't too hungry."

Jason replied.

Not too hungry!

The female student council president raised her head blankly, looking at the dinner plate that had reached the ceiling, and the smile on her face was completely stiff.

She just felt like the world was spinning.

Finished!

The budget of the canteen is going to be overrun!

No!

It's not a matter of overspending your budget anymore!

It's about being eaten up and eating the rhythm of bankruptcy!

Looking at Jason, who was waving to the waiter again with great interest, the schooless president seemed to see a huge, terrifying monster lying on the cafeteria of 'St. Mungo' College and roaring—

Hungry!!!

Then, while breathing fire, grab the food and throw it into your mouth.

No wonder there is no information about his discharge from the army.

It must be too tasty!

Eat up the whole logistics!

That's right!

It must be that!

The female student council president, who thinks she has found a key point, can't help but sigh.

She took a deep breath.

Mistakes, she has already made.

The rest can only be made up by her.

Deal......

Sold the car.

Subsidized canteens.

As for more?

Just now she was too young to understand the sinister nature of society.

Now, she needs to calm down and think again.

"Mr. Jason, I'll go to the bathroom."

With that, the student council president stood up and prepared to walk towards the restroom in the café.

But at this moment, a figure sitting at the table next to him, as if looking at the scenery outside the window, suddenly took out his gun, turned around and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the back of the female student president.

Syllable!