Early the next morning, although the class was scheduled for the last two periods in the morning, Fang Qingnuan made an appointment to meet with the head teacher of (1), so she still went out in a hurry.

Thanks to the resumption of her college life, her originally irregular routine has become regular.

She took a nap on the hoverbus as usual, and after sobering up, she half-freely thought about the problems that she couldn't solve last night, she couldn't find the token, she couldn't find Mr. De'an, and she couldn't contact the unknown number.

Do you want to continue to stand still? Will it be dangerous?

She even suspects that the author's undeveloped cannon fodder identity is rationalized by the plot in this novel, and her absurd death is most likely not manslaughter.

So, before going to bed last night, she said a bunch of things to Zhaocai, and choked up and asked the kitten if she wanted to be with her, and if she wanted to spend the rest of her life safely, she would help it find a competent new shovel officer......

In the end, this unilateral crazy "negotiation" of her ended up in nothingness after Zhaocai "snapped" to plug her chattering mouth with her paws, and then gently jumped to her side, and put herself in a sleeping position to signal her to turn off the lights and go to sleep.

Alas, if there is a way to find a powerful person and help herself find out the identity of that mysterious person, she can pretend to have amnesia or something, and get some useful information from the other party, or directly ask to stop the task and let her settle down.

Maybe the opportunity is in the new classmates of class (2), isn't it a bunch of rich second generations who don't learn and don't know how to learn? Usually this kind of person is very good at doing things other than studying.

In the midst of her thoughts, she had already walked to the door of the first-year house office, the door was open, and she glanced in, (1) Mr. Dave, the head teacher of the class, had arrived, and was busy with something in his desk at this time.

There are only two classes in total, so the situation of four or five teachers in one office in other colleges is not seen in the School of Nutritional Sciences. This standard-sized room,A total of Dave and (2) class teachers are in use,The space outside the desk is not idle,The two of them show the true colors of otaku,Place two game warehouses,It's estimated that you can lie in it all day when you're not on duty.。

After knocking on the door twice, Fang Qingnuan said loudly, "Excuse me, can I come in?" ”

Dave looked up, a ring of oil wrapped around his mouth, unsure of what he was eating. He didn't seem to realize that there was something wrong with his demeanor, and beckoned Fang Qingnuan to go in.

Walking to Dave's side, Fang Qingnuan sensitively smelled the smell of some food, and it should be stir-fry? She looked suspiciously at Dave's table, and sure enough, she saw a half-eaten bento box, which was fried to a little blackened greens, and dotted with some black lumpy objects on it, and on the other side was mashed potatoes, which should be sweet mashed potatoes mixed with mashed potatoes.

Why is it so familiar?

Isn't this the dish she taught to cook during the live broadcast yesterday!?

Dave took a glass of water and put it in front of Fang Qingnuan, noticed her gaze, and said embarrassedly: "This is what my wife learned from a food anchor, I have to bring my 'beloved wife's lunch' to school to eat, hehe." ”

Sitting back in his seat, he glanced at the unfinished breakfast with some reluctance, but Dave still buttoned the lid of the box, turned on the heat preservation function switch, and put the lunch box aside. He took out a tissue and wiped his mouth, clearing his throat before slowly speaking: "Classmate Fang, what do you want to talk to me about today's meeting?" ”

was forcibly fed a handful of dog food by the head teacher, thinking that this person was most likely the one who showed affection with his wife on the public screen yesterday [wife I really didn't steal], Fang Qingnuan forced her composure, in order not to show more flaws, she wanted to end this conversation as soon as possible.

At present, she doesn't want to reveal her identity, after all, she plans to show more cooking skills that subvert the cognition of interstellar people in the live broadcast room. It's always safer to wear a vest, and it can also be a source of income for her after she breaks away from the "spy organization".

"Well, it's actually about my class placement after I changed majors." She said with a straight face, "Teacher, according to the normal process, shouldn't I be in class (2) and rank last?" ”

"Huh?" Dave took a sip of water, almost choked after listening to her words, he stroked his chest and asked a little strangely, "Isn't it the S-class special care you applied for?" It's a pity, but the academy originally planned to let you go to class (2), but the school sent a notice saying that you had entrusted Dean Mandela of the Spiritual Healing Academy to win the exclusive privilege of S-level students for you......"

Listening to Mr. Dave's explanation, Fang Qingnuan changed from a black question mark face to a black face.

Dean Mandela, that's how she "cares" her......

"Can I waive my privileges now and apply to be enforced under the original rules?" She smiled wryly and said, "Actually, I didn't ask Dean Mandela to do anything, maybe she misunderstood something when she applied for a transfer." ”

Although he is often ridiculed by his colleagues for being heartless, Dave, who has worked for five or six years, is by no means stupid, and he has some guesses in his heart when he sees the reaction of the students. What's more, the matter of this S-level freshman of the healing department making a fuss about the freshman test has spread throughout the school, and he has heard about it somewhat.

Frowning, he wanted to directly persuade the child to dispel unrealistic ideas, but when he thought of the other party's orphan status in a remote galaxy, he still lost to his own sympathy. "When it comes to the senior management of the school, our college office can only cooperate, not to mention that it is already an exception for your application to be approved."

After a pause, he gave the best plan he could think of: "I can help you apply to Dean Casper, and it would be much better for him to come out and explain to the principal." Speaking of this, he sighed a little embarrassedly, "However, Dean, it's hard to get in touch." ”

Regarding this old gentleman who has been voted as the "dean I want to have the most" by the students of the school for ten consecutive years, Fang Qingnuan also learned a little when choosing the college. As one of the five SS-class life direction spiritual powerhouses in the whole interstellar existence, this gentleman has devoted most of his life to the study of "liberating spiritual power and promoting seeds in large quantities".

If it weren't for the cultivation of rare and outstanding freshmen, he would not have served at the First Military Academy.

Therefore, except for the occasional selection of closed disciples and the guidance of students to break through their spiritual power, this dean basically does not appear in the academy, even if he is occasionally bumped into in the school, he will go to the nutrient solution experimental building for a meeting.

It is because of his "inaction" that the rules of the School of Nutritional Sciences have been continuously streamlined, and the management has become extremely humane, and it has become a "holy place for the elderly" that is rejected but jealous by many students.

"After your midterm exams this semester, Dean Casper will come to select the closed disciples, and you will definitely be able to meet them when the time comes. For now, we can only maintain the status quo, so you should stay in class (1) first. ”

Walking out of the office, Mr. Dave's words still echoed in her ears, Fang Qing's warm eyes darkened, and she clenched her fists, she suddenly hoped to become stronger, maybe only in this way could she rebel against this world controlled by privilege.