"I was asleep in the dormitory. Wright suddenly called and said you were beaten, but he didn't say who it was. I thought it was okay! I couldn't sleep well and rushed over without stopping." Finger looked at Shen Zifan who was bandaging his wound and said in a very greasy tone.

Shen Zifan saw it because the sexy golden nightgown on Finger was a little outstanding in the hospital's white coat and blue sick clothes.

"It's not that exaggerated, it's just a minor injury." Shen Zifan waved his hand.

"Is it really a minor injury? Junior brother, you are so strong!" Finger held Shen Zifan who had just finished sewing the needle and poked Shen Zifan's wound curiously, causing Shen Zifan to stomp his feet in pain.

"Hiss! Don't poke, it hurts!"

"How come the small injury hurts like this? By the way, junior brother, your chest muscles are so tight!" Finger poked again.

"Finger, you did it on purpose! Is there anyone who is your senior brother like this?" Shen Zifan protected his chest with both hands and looked alert, not knowing whether he was preventing Finger from continuing to poke his wound or was afraid that Finger would molest him.

"I am a well-known model senior brother at Kassel Academy, okay? Tell me, who bullies you, my senior brother slapped him!" Finger's expression suddenly became extremely indignant, and his tone was unfair. "It's against the sky. Can you bully the freshmen by relying on the swordsmanship? Don't you ask who my junior brother is the most beloved junior brother!"

"It was stabbed by Principal Angers." Shen Zifan said.

"Principal Angers isn't it? Principal Angers can't stab my junior brother... Principal Angers, Principal Angers?!" Finger read Angers' name four times in one sentence, using four emotions: questions, anger, hesitation and fear.

"Senior brother helps me to avenge me. You must slap the principal hard, come on!" Shen Zifan encouraged and continued to stir up the flames: "I will ask Wright to take photos for you. I have thought about the title of the next news of your News Department for the next issue. 'Seven years of dependents violently beat the 100-year-old principal. Is it the lack of human nature or the decay of morality behind this?'"

"Who wants to beat the principal?" The voice came from behind. The two turned around and saw Professor Guderian walking with a few pages of reports.

"Senior Brother Finger said that he said he wanted to slap the principal!" Shen Zifan said first.

"I didn't..."

Finger wanted to explain but was severely interrupted by Professor Guderian: "I think you don't want to graduate from the next year, right?"

Professor Guderian's eyes were filled with danger.

"I'm really not..."

“Have the project research been completed?”

"Professor, listen to my explanation..."

"If you don't do serious things, you will know that you have irrelevant dreams all day long. Even if the principal stands there and beats you, do you dare to touch him? Have you never heard of the principal's title of the strongest dragon slayer? You, the Minister of Information, are you?"

"I……"

"Go and go, get out and write a project report. I have something to do with your junior brother."

"Oh..." Finger said a little aggrievedly, then glared at Shen Zifan, the guy who was kind to revenge.

"Professor, senior brother, he glared at me." Shen Zifan complained to Professor Guderian.

"Hmm?" Professor Guderian looked at Finger again.

"I'll go! Can't you go?" Finger walked away in shame. Shen Zifan was the Youlemei held by the old guy Guderian in his palm. At best, Finger was just a rotten cabbage on the roadside. If he stayed here, he could only be scolded!

"I heard that you challenged the principal in kendo class, why are you so reckless?" Professor Guderian looked at Shen Zifan's wound, as if he was complaining, but his tone was full of care.

"Hey, why do the professor know everything? Who did you listen to?" Shen Zifan asked.

"Who else needs to listen to? It's all crazy in the academy, okay? Professor Manstein is almost annoyed because of this. Fortunately, he is already bald and doesn't have to worry about losing his hair." Professor Guderian said.

"Hmm? What does this have to do with Professor Manstein?" Shen Zifan couldn't figure it out and scratched his head.

"When he was inspecting the classroom, a class student was visiting the Night Watch Forum during class, and he happened to have a live broadcast post about the popular texts about you and the principal Kendo. The boys in half of the class were excited and shouted in class, "I will also report to Kendo class next semester, and I want to be cut by the principal!", which made the professor at that time very angry." Professor Guderian said.

Shen Zifan held his forehead a little speechless. The students at Kassel Academy were indeed not normal people. They were cut down and cried and shouted. Before this, Shen Zifan had seen the only one who threatened to be cut down in his life who was playing with Zhazhahui in Lan Yue.

"By the way, professor, are you asking me for something?" Shen Zifan asked.

"I almost forgot about the serious business!" Professor Guderian slapped his forehead, took the A4 paper in his hand and said, "Your 3e exam results have already come down. You are well-deserved S-level. Congratulations to Shen Zifan!"

"Uh, I already know this. The principal has already said it in kendo class." Shen Zifan said.

"Then I'll tell you that your scholarship has been paid and it's unnecessary?" Professor Guderian asked with a smile.

"No extra!" Shen Zifan's eyes turned into $, "How much does it cost?"

"After deducting tuition and miscellaneous fees, there is still 14,800 US dollars left. You can use it by swiping your student card. I think as long as you are not too squandering, it should be enough for your school year." Professor Guderian looked at the bill in his hand and read the number.

"That's enough!" Shen Zifan slurped, the essence of the wealth fanatic was fully exposed, and he had never seen such a wealth in his life!

"Okay, there are only these things for the time being. I know you are a very excellent child. At the same time, you are also the youngest student at Cassel College. You still have a lot of time to grow up in your future life." Professor Guderian's implication was to remind Shen Zifan that the fact that he had just entered the school was too reckless and even a little too ambitious.

"I know, Professor, I wish you a happy day." Shen Zifan bowed slightly, said goodbye to Professor Guderian and left.

Professor Guderian sighed deeply. In fact, the results of the 3e exam and the scholarship were not the purpose of his visit to find Shen Zifan. The old man looked at the child's departure and could not speak out the urgent email that the executive department had just sent him.

"S-level student Shen Zifan is included in the list of candidate executives for the SS-level mission 'Japanese Crystal Coffin'."

...

"The S-level freshman appointed by the principal, a monster who broke three records of Kassel Academy, a kendo master who can compete with the principal, a scholarship winner of the principal, Shen Zifan, you are so great. I don't know which topic is better for the next issue of campus news!" Wright had some idea when he got into Shen Zifan's dormitory. At this time, he and Finger squeezed into a chair and were full of excitement, as if he wanted to announce to the world that the hottest student of Kassel Academy was recruited by him.

Unfortunately, his audience was Finger who was lying on the chair and Shen Zifan who was lying on the table.

Wright and Finger exchanged glances, and they came to Shen Zifan with their bodies and peeked at what the guy was writing on their backs.

“Total: $14,800.”

“300 US dollars, book fee.”

“$3,000, food expenses.”

“600 US dollars, cat food.”

“1,000 US dollars, orphanage donation.”
Chapter completed!