Kassel College, Illinois, USA

An old professor hurried to the parking lot with a gray chicken coop head and a suitcase in his hand.

In order to save his own time, Professor Guderian even went straight to the Chancellor's precious Bermuda lawn.

If the principal knew about this, he would probably have deducted his salary, but he couldn't care about it anymore.

In fact, Professor Guderian's attendance award for this month has been deducted, because he received a whistle-blowing call from his friend Manstein in the middle of class, and learned that Schneider's wolf-ambitious bastard was going to China's small southern city to recruit students.

This made Guderian so anxious that he hung up the phone and hurried out of the classroom, and then sent a text message to the school secretary Norma, asking her to help book the nearest flight, not caring what seat it was, even if it was economy class, or even if he threw him in the cargo hold of the plane as luggage to China, the sooner the better, he had to strike first.

In that small southern city in China, there is a noble S-class student hidden in it, and there has not been a student of S-class blood in the academy for many years.

The tallest among the current students is none other than Chu Zihang, a super-A-level mixed-race race.

Chu Zihang's mentor is Schneider, bastard Schneider, you are not satisfied with Chu Zihang, and you still want to rob my students, the hateful bloodline collector.

This S-class hybrid Professor Guderian is determined to succeed, if he succeeds in recruiting this gifted student, and after carefully teaching and training him to become a talent, he will be able to get rid of his status as an assistant professor for more than ten years, be promoted and raised, and become a tenured professor at the Kassel Academy is just around the corner.

Professor Guderian's only wish in life was to become a tenured professor at the Kassel Academy, for which he gave up his tenure as a professor at Harvard University and became an assistant professor at the Kassel Academy.

Even if the enemy was Schneider, the head of the Executive Directorate, the most violent institution of the Kassel Academy, he would not give in.

Only he Professor Guderian was the most suitable tutor for that gifted student, and recently Guderian was studying Chinese, and there was a word in it called "match made in heaven", which he felt was extremely appropriate to describe himself and his students.

He and S-class geniuses are a match made in heaven!

Guderian arrived at the parking lot, laboriously shoved his ass into the old cushion of his little Corolla, twisted the key, lit the fire, and was about to shift gears to start, when the passenger door was pulled open from the outside, and a man with a black mask covering his face, like a cyborg, sat up.

"I'm going to the airport too, wouldn't you mind giving me a ride? Professor Guderian. The man spoke.

His voice was cold and hoarse, and his breathing was low and sticky, as if he were pulling a broken bellows.

"Of course... Of course not, Professor Schneider. Guderian stammered.

A long silence ensued, and neither said a word until they checked in and boarded the same plane.

What's even more embarrassing is that Norma placed the two of them in the same row when arranging their positions.

Schneider didn't like to talk because of his cold personality, and Guderian was still thinking about how to save the innocent S-class genius from the violent male leader.

Finally, Guderian couldn't hold his breath anymore and asked, "Professor Schneider, can you take the liberty of asking about the purpose of your trip to China?" ”

Schneider's iron-gray eyes glanced at Guderian coldly and said, "Go interview a Chinese student." ”

What?

Chinese students, the key to my promotion, the precious genius, do you want to compete with me?

Guderian was furious, but he didn't dare to make eye contact with Schneider, because the man's eyes were as sharp as knives.

He plucked up the courage to protest in a weak voice of mosquitoes and flies: "I know that Ming Fei is an S-level peerless genius, everyone is a teacher, and seeing excellent students is the same as seeing beautiful women, I can also understand it, but the principal has obviously assigned Ming Fei to me." ”

Obviously, I came first, and Professor Guderian was very aggrieved.

"S-class?" Schneider glanced at Guderian strangely, "The student I recruited is not an S-class genius, he should be the least gifted student in the history of the Kassel Academy, even worse than your student Fingal." ”

Guderian straightened up all of a sudden, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and he said with a face full of incredulity: "How is it possible? Is there really a guy in this world who is even more useless than Fingal? ”

Schneider nodded and said, "His bloodline is extremely meager, and such a low bloodline naturally can't pass the bloodline test of the Kassel Academy." But he had just taken out a fugitive wanted mulatto in China. The fugitive used illegal drugs to forcibly pull his bloodline to Class A.

An unscathed Z-class bloodline super scrap killed the mad A-class, I don't know if he's a genius or a scrap, or should I call him a monster? ”

…

After giving the driver a hundred yuan, Jiang Xun took a taxi to his destination, an industrial park on the edge of the city.

The driver was reluctant to go in when he drove near the industrial park, and even if Jiang Xun was willing to add money, he would not go in.

He had to give another hundred yuan to the driver, and asked him to wait for him outside the industrial park, and he turned on the flashlight and walked into the dark high-tech heavy industrial area alone.

No wonder drivers are reluctant to come in, this abandoned industrial park can hardly see any lights, not even a wild cat or wild dog, like a ghost town.

After passing through the blackened factories, Jiang Xun came to a small gray-and-white three-story building.

He looked through the window next to him, and there were no night guards inside, and after making sure it was safe, he pried open a window and got inside, through the long hallway, and down the stairs to an underground warehouse filled the air with the smell of kerosene.

A door wrapped in iron blocked his way, and he took out a set of tools from his bag to skillfully pick the lock, and with a "click", the door opened.

Jiang Xun in his previous life would not have been able to unlock this magical skill, and this set of special tools and unlocking techniques came from the memory of the body he occupied.

Jiang Xun's family can own ten houses, and this ancestral lock-picking skill is indispensable.

He pushed open the door and walked in, inside was an ordinary dormitory, because it was uninhabited all year round, and a lot of dust had fallen, but there was no peculiar smell, and the air smelled better than the outside.

The owner of this room is called Chu Tianjiao, as his name suggests, a super S-level hybrid who can master the BUG-level spirit of time zero, a super dragon slayer, a real generation of Tianjiao.

The current Jiang Xun has no power to fight back if he faces Chu Tianjiao's words.

In the realm of Time Zero, the user can speed up himself, slowing down time in disguise, while acting on others in the realm. 1s was enough time for Chu Tianjiao to kill Jiang Xun 100 times.

But such a powerful existence is disguised as an ordinary driver, nodding and driving people all day long.

Chu Tianjiao is a very good actor, and he plays a man who has no interest in it seamlessly, making his beloved woman and baby son mistakenly think that he is a complete wreck.

He watched silently like a wreck as his wife divorced him after being completely disappointed in him, and took his son to remarry a balding rich man, and he did nothing.

He even said that he was his uncle in front of his son Chu Zihang's classmates and teachers, saying that he was afraid that his son's stepfather would misunderstand.

If it is said that the waste of the nest and the waste wood will also be rated, Chu Tianjiao's status in the waste of the nest is equivalent to Lu Mingfei's status in the waste of firewood, he is the SSR in the waste of the nest.

Jiang Xun walked to the ordinary double bed and lifted the mattress on it, and there was an iron secret door wrapped under the mattress.

He took out a crowbar, pried open the secret door, and climbed down the iron rod, and then he came to the secret room belonging to the legendary dragon slayer, the super commissioner on the gray list of the Kassel Academy Executive Board, and the super dragon slayer Chu Tianjiao.

Entering Chu Tianjiao's secret room, the first thing that catches your eye is a row of neatly arranged vinyl records, encapsulated superb Cuban cigars, the strongest island whiskey, and vintage cameras......

These old and expensive antiques and famous cigarettes and liquor are not something that an ordinary driver can consume, take records as an example, there are many treasures worth tens of thousands of dollars in those vinyl records.

The value of the items in this house, according to Chu Tianjiao's identity as a driver, he can't afford to pay for a lifetime.

This is the real Chu Tianjiao, he switches freely between the two identities, on the surface he is an ordinary middle-aged man who can only drive, worldly and cowardly, likes to eat double perverted spicy chicken wings and braised large intestines, and his biggest hobby is to brag and fart with people.

And secretly, he is a great dragon slayer who licks blood on the tip of a knife, exchanging the blood of sinners and the head of an evil dragon for money to buy wine and drink, and silently guarding the city with a mission.

It has always been difficult for a person with blood on his hands to have a good death, not to mention that his hands are stained with the blood of a brutal dragon, in order not to harm his family, he personally pushed his wife and children into the arms of others.

Some people are so stubborn that they think that as long as the people they love can be happy, it doesn't matter if they are not with themselves.

Hide all the unknown pain under that optimistic and open-minded face, and in the dead of night, look at the happy smiling face of your lover and lick your wounds alone.