Chapter 72 How did Lanqi become the principal?

In the painting classroom, the light falling beside Lanqi seemed to become brighter, as if the sun finally came after a long period of haze.

And Ranchi, who is a glowing demon, seems like a real savior at this moment, and his figure is so dazzling.

Professor Mogut bowed his head slightly to show respect to Lanqi.

The appearance of the special envoy means that the college is saved.

The whole classroom became quiet and solemn during this short period of time, and only the second hand of the clock could be heard moving gently.

Finally, Lanqi spoke again: "Take me to see the vice principal, I will help you deal with the vampire messenger."

"yes."

Professor Mogut's voice was solemn and serious when he answered.

Then, his eyes narrowed slightly and turned to Hyperion, "Then she..."

Professor Mogut felt that Hyperion knew too much.

Since the special envoy has appeared.

Then their teachers don't have to strictly enforce the rules of the college.

Everything will be prioritized so that the academy can overcome the difficulty of the vampire messenger.

"The Demon King has instructed me that if I find a talented student in school, I can bring her back to the royal city. This is another mission of mine. Don't ask me about the details. Anyway, don't worry. Just treat her as a colleague I am training."

Lanci glanced at Hyperion and said indifferently.

"Understood."

Professor Mogut nodded quickly, and he understood a little. No wonder the special envoy had been lurking for so long.

I dare not do anything that might offend this woman.

Regardless of whether what Lanqi said about "another mission" was true or false, he knew it, and it was not something for him, a professor, to ask about.

"Come with me. I will take you to an urgent meeting of senior management of the academy."

Professor Mogut walked to the classroom door without delay. He had to take the special envoy to see the vice-president as soon as possible.

"Um."

Lanqi put his hands behind his back and nodded slightly.

He has the aura of a leader coming to inspect subordinate units.

He knew that he probably wouldn't have to attend the fourth class.

…

In the dark stone corridor, Bacher kept looking anxiously at the wooden door of the painting classroom.

Finally, when he heard the crisp sound of a door lock coming from inside the painting classroom, his body immediately froze.

I looked up and saw a familiar figure walking out of the door.

That was Lanci, calm and composed as always, as if what he had just completed was not a serious course but a relaxing afternoon chat.

Professor Mogut's eyes swept across Bacher, and that invisible indifference seemed to have substance, making Bacher feel a deep chill in his body.

Bacher never imagined that one day he would be so close to the school's senior leaders.

"big……"

Just as Bacher was about to call out to Lanqi, he suddenly felt a chill rising from the bottom of his heart, as if he was instantly placed in a deep ice cave.

This was the murderous intent emanating from Professor Mogut. He seemed unable to tolerate any offense from a small figure like Bacher to Lanqi, or even a slight delay of their time.

However, faced with such a scene, Lanqi was not moved at all. He just smiled lightly, raised his hand leisurely, and signaled Professor Mogut with his actions "don't be so nervous."

Then, under Bacher's incredulous gaze, Professor Mogut actually followed Lanqi's instructions and restrained all his hostility!

"Bachelor, go to class and study hard. I have to do some work next."

Lanci acted as if the game was over, and as he passed by Bachel, he tapped his shoulder and said goodbye to him.

"I……"

Bacher's brain was working rapidly, and he seemed to be able to figure it out, but for a moment he found it difficult to accept this horrible fact.

He had long known that this glowing demon was extraordinary, but he had not expected that his true identity and status were even far above that of a senior professor!

bite.

At the moment when Bachel didn't know how to talk to Lanqi, he heard a crisp sound, and saw Lanqi throwing him a credit coin when leaving.

Bacher quickly caught it.

"Thanks!"

Only after Lanqi's back disappeared into the depths of the corridor did Bacher slowly straighten up.

He secretly lowered his head, spread out his palm, and looked at the credit coin in his hand.

There, lying quietly, was a credit coin of a strange design that he had never seen before.

Its existence was like a dreamlike reality, causing Bacher's snake pupils to tremble uncontrollably, as if the blood in his body was boiling.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It is a legendary 10-credit coin.

Bacher stood there in a daze, unable to suppress his inner restlessness for a long time.

After dozens of seconds had passed, Bacher tightly grasped the 10-credit coin.

"I want to become a strong person like this who can dominate other demons..."

His voice was hoarse, as if the desire that had been dormant in his heart for a long time was being uncontrollably aroused.

…

Half an hour later.

Late at night in Ikerita College, the Jera Memorial Square was glowing with white light.

The time on the clock tower has already pointed to half past midnight.

However, this time did not make the square quiet.

On the contrary, the area around the open-air giant screen in the square was still quite lively, and the atmosphere was filled with anticipation and joy.

The students who decided to stay up all night had already brought their blankets and found their own seats on the steps of the square.

Many people hold a cup of hot coffee in their hands to drive away the cold of the night. Some students are like they are on a picnic, with wooden wine boxes beside them. The grill on the steps is burning with charcoal, and the roasting meat, fruits and vegetables exude an aroma that makes people salivate in the middle of the night.

Under the light of the street lights in the distance, a figure walked slowly and looked towards the open-air giant screen in the square.

Her long gray hair had been tied into a pigtail and she wore a pair of plain glasses, looking quiet and dignified.

This is Talia in elaborate disguise.

She originally looked cold as ice, but now she actually had the temperament of a lonely literary girl.

Now she looked even more different from the Great Love Poet, and in the dim light of midnight it was almost impossible for anyone to notice the resemblance between her and the Great Love Poet.

She was holding a box of roasted chicken with a fragrant sauce and crispy skin and tender meat. From time to time, she picked up a skewer and gently put a piece into her mouth, then chewed slowly, as if she had forgotten all the fatigue from most of the night.

Ten minutes ago, she remembered the ancient demon world she saw in the afternoon. She tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. She felt a little hungry, so she went out and went to Ikerite Academy again.

However, what puzzled Talia was that the academy at this moment was much more lively than she had imagined.

"Mi Qingcai!"

From time to time, there were bursts of discussions and cheers coming from the direction of the square.

It's like staying up late to watch some annual finals.

"How exciting can it be... Isn't it just Lanqi's exams and classes?"

Talia muttered in confusion.

(End of this chapter)