Chapter 68: Chu Zihang is qualified to compete with me in IQ?

In the eyes of teachers and students at Kassel College, Principal Angers is a big shot with such great powers that he is almost omnipotent.

There are many things that students or professors cannot solve, but as long as he takes action, it is basically a sure thing to solve them.

So, when Guderian was still overwhelmed by the mess in the mountain city, he was suddenly excited when he heard that the president was coming to China, as if he had seen a savior.

It was a pity that despite his excitement, Lu Mingfei didn't care at all and even wanted to laugh:

"Professor, have you forgotten that there is a twelve-hour time difference between China and the United States? Even if your president leaves now, he will have to wait until tomorrow to see me."

"No need. He set off early this morning and has already arrived in Beijing. You will be able to have dinner together in three hours at most." Professor Guderian danced excitedly on the other end of the phone.

This was not because they admired the principal too much, but because the commotion in the mountain city was a bit too loud and attracted the attention of the Sichuan-Shu mixed-race family.

Now he has to deal with the double pressure from official agencies and his mixed-race family at the same time, which is a bit beyond the scope for an assistant professor specializing in research.

For now, he could only hold on while praying that the principal would sort out Lu Mingfei's admission as soon as possible and then come to Shancheng to make the decision for them.

"Then I'll wait and see." Lu Mingfei also wanted to see what was so magical about Principal Angers, who was revered by countless people, and whether he was coveting his kidney.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Mingfei ran to wash up, ready to face the unfathomable principal in the best possible condition.

He didn't know how long the lifespan of mixed-bloods was, but both in China and the West, there was a saying that people became more powerful as they got older.

Old man Ange was able to fool a group of half-bloods into charging onto the dragon-slaying battlefield without hesitation and shedding their blood. His ability to bewitch people should be no less than Xier's.

While he was muttering behind his back, at the Beijing International Airport, a white-haired old man in a white slim-fit suit was talking on the phone with someone. He spoke Chinese so fluently that there was no accent at all, and one could not help but suspect that he was actually a native Chinese.

"Well, I'll leave the negotiations with the Tang family in your hands. I'll go there in person when the time comes."

After hanging up the phone, the white-haired old man sat on the leather sofa in the VIP lounge and sighed: "China's mixed-blood families are still so difficult to deal with."

The gray-haired young man who was sitting opposite him and chewing a sandwich raised his head and asked curiously, "Is the Gattuso family as difficult to deal with?"

"It's hard to say." Angers shook his head. He didn't like either the mixed-race family in China or the most powerful Gattuso family in Italy, but he had to deal with them.

The former are powerful but always indulge in intrigue. It is more challenging to unite them into a team to participate in the dragon-slaying cause than to kill the Dragon King alone.

To Angers, who only wanted to kill all the dragons in the world, they were just a bunch of indifferent people who would neither work nor contribute, and would only watch the fire from the other side unless the fire burned them.

The latter are the directors of Kassel College. According to Ange, they only need to be responsible for spending a lot of money, but they always want to interfere in his dragon-slaying cause and are eager to see results after spending the money.

A big part of the reason why Operation Greenland failed was because of those old men who were drinking tea and giving orders in the rear and pushing things too hard.

But compared to him, the seemingly heartless guy sitting opposite them is probably the one who hates them the most.

"Fingal, how is the preparatory class in China? How are the good seedlings they found?"

"Ah?" The gray-haired young man who was eating and drinking was suddenly asked. He tried hard to stuff the remaining half of the ham sandwich into his mouth and chew it, and then took two big gulps of Coke before he could barely get it down his stomach.

After wiping his hands on his clothes, he pretended to report seriously, "Reporting to the principal, the preparatory class has 27 students enrolled this year. There are two students with A-level bloodline assessment, including the JK beauty we found today."

Principal Ange leaned back slightly on the sofa. Even though he crossed his legs, it did not affect his gentle temperament. "Tell me in detail."

Kassel College has a secret branch in China, which selects high school students with pedigree from all over the country to enter the preparatory classes. If the pedigree is good enough, there is a chance to go directly to the main campus of the college after graduation.

The young man in front of him was supposed to go to Lu Mingfei's hometown immediately after landing, but it happened that the person in charge of the preparatory class found a talented girl today and praised her to the skies in the report uploaded to the headquarters.

Professor Schneider was thinking about giving Finkel another chance, allowing him to collect some mission points and strive to graduate from the academy as soon as possible.

Therefore, Finkel, who had arrived in the capital a long time ago, stayed until now and set out with the principal to meet Lu Mingfei.

"The girl's name is Xia Mi. She was born on October 30, 1993 in Beijing, China. She is a female and currently studying at the Affiliated High School of Peking University. She has a Beijing hukou and has parents and an older brother."

Finkel had a good memory and could accurately recite the freshman's information after just looking at it once.

"She is such a pretty girl, she is said to be the school belle of Peking University High School, the boys chasing after her can line up from Wangfujing to Badaling Great Wall, even the Great Wall is lined up.

It's just that he's a little thin, so it might be difficult for him to dominate Kassel College."

Those who understand the differences in aesthetics between China and the West will understand.

The principal's smile remained unchanged as he stood up with his suitcase in hand: "Okay, it's time for us to leave."

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"Ah, but I haven't finished yet. That girl has very good grades and has always been at the top of the list. She is as smart as Chu Zihang, but her expressions are 10,000 times richer than his."

With a wave of his hand, Finkel swept the food scraps and packaging on the table into the trash can, then patted his sleeves and strode after the principal.

"Speaking of the head, I heard from Professor Guderian that Gao Mi hit his head during this operation. He was a genius whose math scores were second only to mine back then. Could he have been turned into a fool by the fall?"

"Fingal, you have taken the CC1000 Express many times. Why don't you try China's green train this time?"

"Forget it, I heard that sitting for a long time can easily cause hemorrhoids."

While we were chatting, two foreign faces came to the ticket gate to check in and board the plane.

In the shadows not far from the terminal, there was a black mist floating that almost merged with the shadows, and a light and pleasant voice could be heard faintly:

"Chu Zihang?"

"That idiot is worthy of competing with me in intelligence?"

"It turns out that the people in Kassel Academy are all crazy."

A cold snort came from the void. The gray-haired young man who had just passed the security check seemed to sense something and suddenly looked back, only to see that in the distance there was still a bustling crowd carrying large and small bags.

"Strange, why do I feel like someone is scolding me?"

He touched his nose and felt oil on his hands. Finkel wiped the oil on his clothes in disgust, then took a few quick steps to catch up with the principal who had already walked away.

"Principal, do you want to prepare a gift for your future junior? I still have half a bottle of imported Coke."

(End of this chapter)