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Chapter 74

Assignment as well as mentors

"Finally, the principal is invited to the stage!" the host yelled, and the two waiters carried the microphone stand and stool onto the stage, and then left in a hurry.

Under the watchful eye, the principal of the Black Molar Academy finally appeared.

One twist, one twist, another twist......

An emperor penguin, armed with a miniature version of a cane and no taller than an adult's calf, appeared above the stage. With great difficulty, it walked slowly to the front of the stool, then lifted a pair of small wings and climbed up with difficulty, then stood on tiptoe and aimed its beak at the microphone that had been turned to the lowest.

"Ahem, hello students, I'm the current principal of the Black Molar Academy, Bo!"

It's not a pet! That thing actually spoke! It's still the headmaster!

At this moment, Western Sahara's worldview completely collapsed. Not only him, but countless new students around him have grown up and cannot accept this cruel reality. In the stands at the rear, the seniors who were already 'coming over' all looked at this year's freshmen with funny expressions, and they had the same expressions back then.

"You must be surprised by my identity, yes! I'm a penguin, but I'm not an ordinary penguin!" Hardly pestle the cane, the headmaster said loudly, "Do you think I'm a monster when you hear me speak?" Hmph, you underestimate me too much, my true identity is definitely worthy of the title of headmaster! My identity will definitely impress you!"

"Sa, the headmaster is sick again!" said the lizard-headed Ekman on the edge of the stands helplessly covered his face and said thoughtlessly.

"Then you go and stop him, it's still too late. The head in Memnon's bosom spoke.

"You think I don't want to? The whole school is going to be wiped clean by it! Unfortunately, I don't dare. Aikman leaned feebly against a large tree and gave up on the idea of stopping the penguins.

"Lily. Memnon's head spoke suddenly.

"Yes, sir!" replied the little secretary with glasses behind him.

"In a moment you come up to the stage and persuade the principal to come down. This is my test for you, and I must complete it!" said Memnon lightly.

"Yes, sir, I promise to complete the task!" replied the little secretary with an excited face.

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Throwing away the crutches, the penguin jumped high, grabbed the microphone on the stand, then jumped off the stool, stood on the stage and said excitedly: "Hey, hey, students, do you really want to know what kind of creature I am? Since you are so eager to know my identity, then I will be very merciful to you! I am not only an emperor penguin, but also a god!"

With that, a terrifying coercion swept through the audience, destroying all the new students present like a storm. The threat came so abruptly that Cesar was unprepared, and at this moment, he felt like a flat boat, floating helplessly on the stormy sea, and could be destroyed at any moment.

The coercion came and went as quickly as possible, and the Penguin Principal only released a trace of divine coercion and took it back. Even so, one-third of the ordinary students present unfortunately passed out in a coma. The other students, who were still awake, stared at the penguins on the stage with the fearful gaze of a rabbit looking at a dragon. At this moment, no one dared to underestimate this principal.

"Have you treated me differently? Do you feel honored? Principal Spirit! I am a god! I am a god who is just one step away from becoming a true god! Worship me, mortals! Join the Cult of Wildlife Conservation, and become my faithful follower! I grant you the grace of free tuition!" Principal Penguin shouted as he spoke, dancing and shouting.

"Headmaster, you have lost your temper, hurry up and leave, or you will lose the face of the academy. Memnon's little secretary rushed to the stage and persuaded with a flushed face.

"Shut up! You nasty bad woman, I'm going to eat green edamame, hear me clearly, it's green! Mao! Beans! Why do you always feed me sardines? You damn human beings, you dare to defy the gods! You think this is not my god's domain, I can't do anything about you? Hateful you and that severed head demon of Memnon have joined forces to oppress me, embezzle the public money used to buy green edamame, and replace them with cheap sardines! I hate eating fish the most, especially raw! The most excessive thing is that you don't even add coriander!" Speaking of sadness, the penguin principal, who kept punching and kicking the little secretary, actually left tears.

"Come on, drag it down for me!"

A polite man chuckled, strode onto the stage, and dragged the headmaster down.

The farce is over, and Memnon takes the stage again. The freshman stood there without knowing what to do. The stimulus came too suddenly, wave after wave, and Cesar, who thought he had a strong ability to accept, also had a trace of anxiety about the future life of the academy. With such a strange principal, the teacher is not much better, right?

"Alright, the opening ceremony is officially over, take the students who passed out, and then disband! ”

Hearing the order, the freshmen scattered noisily, leaving only Cesar's group of capable people to stare wide-eyed. It's almost time to eat, what are you going to do here? Do you really want to join that unreliable-sounding 'Cult of Wildlife Conservation'?

"Here is the transcript of your quiz and the best allocation scheme given by the college, if you have doubts, you can ask questions. Memnon beckoned, and Aikman walked onto the stage carrying a large cardboard box.

Placing the cardboard box on the ground, Aikman kicked it on. The cardboard box was kicked off and cracked in the air, leaking many paper airplanes. The plane was windless and automatic, and after circling in the air for a while, it flew towards different freshmen.

Grabbing his own paper airplane, Cesar unfolded it and looked at it:

Cesar: Male, thirteen years old, death attribute, talent unknown, suspected to be related to flies. Use fly magic.

Test scores: Black card, none. Red card, eighty-seven. Qualifying, thirteenth.

Overall score: 11th.

Rating: Assigned 'Plague Line'.

"Huh, no, my red card has already broken 100, why are there only more than 80 left? Sark, what about yours?" After reading his report card, Cesar turned his head to look at Sark's again.

"I have a lot fewer red cards, but they still stay at more than 100. Sack gave the ninth-place finish to Cesar.

"Huh, you've been sorted into the 'undead family'!" Cesar regretted.

"Okay, you can ask questions. Memnon spoke.

"Teacher ......"

Before Cesar could ask, someone spoke, also about the discrepancy between the number of red cards and the grades.

At the end of the exam, the cards obtained by the test taker by any means will not be counted towards the final score, and the cards in their hands will not be counted towards the final score. Before entering the black molars, the cards that Cesara used to buy snacks and the cards that were given to Bakken were all deducted from the overall score.

"So insidious! If I don't buy those foods, won't I be in the top ten?" said Cesar regretfully.

"I also bought drinks and minus red cards. Your low score has nothing to do with the number of cards, it is entirely due to the fact that the comprehensive table is too poor. "Sack has debunked the truth.

"Still have questions?" asked Memnon, who was on the stage, after answering a few questions.

"I!Can I change the department? I want to join the undead department!" asked Cesar with a raised hand.

"No, the school has the right allocation scheme. Your name is Cesar, right? Your talent must be related to flies, and you've shown your ability to manipulate venom in the exam room. You are born strong, but your talent also limits the direction of your future. Like you, if you learn the plague, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort, and learn the undead, just the opposite. Memnon replied.

"But I'd love to learn about the undead, and I'm very fond of zombies!" said Cesar.

"You might be mistaken. Entering the plague department does not mean that you are not allowed to learn the knowledge of the undead, there are only more than 200 awakened people in the whole grade, and the 'death power course' offered by the academy is all combined classes, and you can't help if you don't want to learn the knowledge of the undead. The purpose of dividing the departments is to help you identify the core of your studies and not to give up on the basics. After the third grade, when all the basic knowledge is taught, the two departments will be separated. At that time, different students would choose different exhibition routes according to their hobbies and strengths. Even if it is the same series, there will be several branches. Memnon patiently explained.

"Oh, thank you!" said Cesar, knowingly.

"Does anyone still have any questions?...... If not, move on to the next step. This year, several tutors will choose to pass on their disciples privately, and the selected students will go directly with the tutors, and the others will go to the cafeteria to eat, and report to classroom C17 on the 22nd floor at 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and choose courses to receive teaching materials. Sark, you come with me. ”

With that, Memnon gave way. Several instructors took the stage one by one, read out the names of the students they valued, and then led the disciples away.

Matthew, who finished first overall, was ignored, and Morgan, who was second, was favored by a martial arts teacher who was mixed with black smoke up and down, but Morgan didn't bird him, but turned away and went straight to the cafeteria.

Cecilia is a native and seems to have a way out, and no one is affected by her. The mushroom girl followed the beautiful teacher 'Blue' away.

Lulu was chosen by a middle-aged man who looked equally gloomy and slimy, and the two seemed to know each other, and after a few words of conversation, they left in a hurry. Before leaving, Lulu deliberately glanced back at Cesar, both provocative and declaring war.

The stitching freak named Dimon picked an honest boy who looked ordinary and didn't see any features. In addition, three teachers picked up three students whom Cesar did not know.

Finally, Tata Merse smiled and gave Cesar's name and led him away.

"Wait!Cesar-san's horns look cute, can you give it to me?" On the path leading to the school building, one arm blocked Tatamores' way, and Snow's head tilted slightly, revealing a dangerous look that was hidden by the sea.

"Hehe, is Mr. Snow joking?" replied Tata Murse, standing still, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Do I look like a joke?" said Snow, revealing a row of white teeth.

"It's time for you to take your medicine! Get out of the way, I'm entrusted by Cesara's parents, don't mess around. Morce's expression darkened, and he said coldly.

"Hmph! Garbage, your skills can only be used in the real yàn room, and you are simply a chicken! I can break your neck as easily! Since you promised the elders of other people, don't mistake people's children! Give me Cesar, at least I can teach him some life-saving skills. Snow said without concessions.

"Teacher Snow, have you said enough? Please note that I am the head of the plague department, and you are only a teacher of the department of the undead!" said Merce in displeasure.

"Hey, hey, hey......" Snow, who was confronting Mers, suddenly laughed nervously, "Admit that you are not as good as me, so you use your identity to press me? Tata Mers, you listen, before Lao Tzu joined the black molar, he killed 2,000 people with his own hands, indirectly killed more than 10,000 people, and was wanted by the Church of Heaven's Damnation, and there were 167 people in the danger of the investigation form! This is my confidence in picking students, you guys who can only engage in research, it is better to get out of the way as soon as possible. ”

"Psychopath, only people like you would show off these things. Why do you think I'm here for the Black Molar?Have you heard of the 'Scourge Virus?By the way, you won't forget the 'Demonic Bomb', right?"

"Soul Fade, did you do it?!" Snow asked with red eyes as he pulled Merce's collar at the collar.

"It's true that I haven't killed anyone, but if I want to, at least at the level of a slaughter. In my opinion, you're just the kind of low-level butcher with no technical content. If I want to make a move, I will definitely destroy the race!"

"Did you do it?!"

Snow's fingers dug deep into Tata Merce's neck, black blood running down the wound and running down his palm, but Merce smiled unconcernedly. In a moment, Snow's palm was covered with black marks, and unknown toxins had invaded his veins.

'Boom!'

With a wave of his left hand, Snow did not hesitate to break off his right hand, and completely broke it off and threw it to the ground.

"Enough, Merce has nothing to do with that. It was only after he added the molars that he came into contact with the 'Demonic Bullet' and was able to decipher it. You two calm down, since you both have a crush on this kid, you might as well teach it together. With the inheritance of two people, this kid will definitely become stronger. What's the matter?Are you interested in comparing and seeing who this apprentice's skills are more inclined to?" The lizard-headed Aikman suddenly interjected, separating the two of them, and then opened his bloody mouth and said.

"Okay, I'm fine...... I wish Sisara could learn more, but I don't know if some people will teach me. Tata Merse glanced at Snow.

"Cesar, from now on, you are my Snow's student. Whoever dares to provoke you in the future will kill him directly, and I will help you deal with the aftermath. Also, from tomorrow, every Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and July evenings, come to study with me. Regardless of Cesar's attitude, Snow spoke.

"Listen to him, go to him on one, three, five, and come to me on two, four, six, and rest by yourself on weekends. Your course Elsa has already been chosen, and it will be good to receive the textbook directly in the afternoon. Let's go, go to my place to eat. Walking up to Cesar, Tata Merse said. At this moment, the scar on his neck had disappeared without a trace.

"Remember, this is my address, I'll invite you to the fifteenth floor for a big dinner in the afternoon!" handed the address to Cesar, Snow said with a smile.

At this time, Snow seemed to forget about the unhappiness with Merce, with a sincere smile on his face, and he didn't care about the broken arm of the blood, and stood there constantly waving his hand to Cesar.

"Morse, you have to take good care of Cesar, if you don't feed him, I will kill you!"

Seeing Snow, who seemed to be broken, Cesar felt that he was 'hairy'!

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4,000 words, isn't it? Isn't it time to vote?