Chapter 152 Caesar

Angers put down the black tea.

"Oh, Professor Schneider."

he said unexpectedly.

"I didn't expect that you would pick him up in person."

"After all, it's the S-class that Mr. Principal values."

The voice of the director of the executive department, like the collision of iron blocks, was heard in the cabin through the loudspeaker across a distance of thousands of miles.

"I'm very curious about what kind of student the principal values ​​​​so much."

"Mingfei."

Angers sighed with a smile.

"He's a good kid."

"I'll use these eyes of mine to confirm."

"That's great."

Anger evokes the politeness of an old-school British gentleman.

"I believe that Mingfei's child will definitely satisfy you."

"Oh, it should be."

"To please everyone."

The unpleasant laughter of the head of the executive department sounded in the cabin, and along with the shrill wind outside the ship, it made people's hearts tremble.

"Mr. Principal, you still believe in this child as always."

"but."

Schneider said.

"Judging from the observation report submitted by the commissioner, this child from the Far East does seem to have qualities worthy of attention."

Angers smiled and nodded. Even if he was the only one in the cabin, this legendary dragon slayer always maintained an impeccable manner. Even the most demanding palace etiquette teacher could not find any mistakes or omissions. It was flawless.

"I'm glad you realize that."

"There is no doubt about Mingfei's excellence."

The head of the execution department laughed coldly.

"I hope our respected principal has not forgotten that in the world of mixed races, excellence also means danger."

"No no no."

Angers said humbly.

"Mingfei is different."

"hope so."

"This is exactly why I want to confirm it with my own eyes."

"Also, over there in Kassel."

Schneider said.

"Tomorrow is a free day. If you don't come in person, Mr. Principal, our talented students may do something. Maybe when you return to Chicago, Cassel will be nothing but ruins."

He laughed ugly.

"You know, there are students in the Student Union and the Lion Heart Club who have entered the Equipment Department for internship in advance."

It was very rare that when the head of the execution department said the term "equipment department", the legendary dragon slayer, who had always been calm and unhurried, actually lightly rubbed his eyebrows, showing a troubled expression.

"It seems that it is necessary for me to have another talk with Minister Mohammed."

He shook his head slightly.

"As for the day of freedom that you're worried about, Professor Schneider."

The old man smiled brightly.

"That's the prize the children won from us with their outstanding performance."

"Being willing to accept defeat is a good character."

"Believe in the children, they will surprise us in return."

"All I know is that they look less and less like qualified soldiers."

"But you don't need soldiers to slay a dragon."

Angers emphasized.

"But the leader."

Schneider was silent for a long time.

Only the wind from the river echoed endlessly in the cabin.

"perhaps you're right."

Schneider's voice was deep.

"Just being a soldier is not enough to slay a dragon."

Angers knew what the man was thinking.

Operations in Greenland that year.

The team led by Schneider was almost completely wiped out.

He was also seriously injured during that mission. In the end, he could only wear a mask and drag an oxygen cart, lingering in this state of being neither human nor ghost.

So, Angers would say that Schneider is the same person as him.

Sometimes he even doubted it.

Is it the heart that beats in the left side of his chest, or the fire of revenge?

"Relax, my friend."

Angers said cheerfully.

"If you really can't worry about those children, you should be able to make it in time if you take Mingfei back tomorrow."

"Clean up the mess?"

Schneider snorted.

"I said hello to Professor Manstein. He will help watch before those guys dismantle Cassel."

"Manstein."

Angers thought for a moment.

"He is a teacher who takes his work very seriously."

Neither of them spoke anymore.

Fingers caressing the Mingshi white porcelain tea cup.

The black tea has already gone cold.

Angers felt a little strange.

He has always maintained the habit of waiting for others to hang up first.

Patience is also a virtue.

Just this time, why did Professor Schneider neither speak nor hang up? Is there anything else that needs to be reported?

Finally, the voice of the executive director sounded again.

He said stiffly.

"Can you, Mr. Vice-Principal," help call these girls back?

"Girl?"

Angers raised his eyebrows and smiled with interest.

…

Kassel, Norton tube, conference room.

The majestic blond boy sat in the main seat, with his hunting knife, Dictado, named after the Roman consul, lying across his knees.

It seems that majestic and big boy are two contradictory words. The former should be followed by words like "man". How can majestic be used to describe a big boy?

But it is so harmonious in the person sitting on the throne.

He has a body as strong as a Greek sculpture, and Cassel's uniform is stretched tight by the muscles, which is enough to make countless girls scream and blush.

He simply sits there and feels like a huge mountain, making the weak subconsciously surrender their trust and choose to rely on him, and making the strong feel convinced and willing to follow him.

But his eyes were so bright, filled with enthusiasm and desire like the rising sun, a desire to get whatever he set his sights on. It was not arrogant, it was natural.

Caesar Gattuso.

He inherited the name of that great emperor when he was born.

This shows how optimistic his family is about this baby's future.

However, according to this big boy's words.

"As long as I am great enough, I am the only Caesar."

No more words are needed, this sentence is the best footnote for this big boy.

He did not ambitiously say that he would do great things and be on par with that great emperor.

Because he was as good as the Great Emperor, he didn't take him seriously at all.

He will eventually surpass that great emperor in this life.

No need to doubt.

This is the proper meaning.

A hundred years from now, the world will only remember one Caesar.

That's him.

Caesar Gattuso.

As for industry.

Leading the hybrids to kill the Dragon King sounds like a good idea.

Everyone knows that the four dragon monarchs will gradually recover in the next few years.

Then someone has to send those old antiques back to their graves.

Caesar never doubted that this person would be himself.

Some people are born to be leaders.

Like him, Caesar.

At this moment, he is preparing for tomorrow's battle.

To defeat his old enemy once and for all.

In the conference room, leaders of various departments of the student union were sitting on the left and right sides of the long table. Their faces were solemn and meticulous, and the four characters "I am an elite" were written deeply on each of their faces.

Modern society advocates equality and democracy. They dug out the stories of King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table from the waste paper pile and used them as evidence. After all, the legendary knight king governed the country equally with his knights. How noble is this? Why don’t future generations choose to imitate his virtues?

But Caesar scoffed.

Roundtable?

Egalitarian democracy?

What a joke!

In his eyes, democracy means inefficiency.

A bill goes from proposal to speech, persuasion, and finally passing.

At least three days have passed.

This is simply a crime!

Although the book "The Crowd" has many errors and omissions, and is extremely boring, it makes people yawn after reading it.

But some of the words in it still make some sense.

For example, groups of people need to guide this.

Caesar thought so.

He was born to be the one to guide.

You don't need anything else, just follow me faithfully.

I will lead you from one victory to the next.

Just enjoy the honorary flowers and applause.

Caesar said something similar during his inauguration speech as student body president.

Then he fulfilled everything with undisputed actions.

Under Kaiser's leadership, the Student Union became Kassel's number one student society, firmly overpowering the established organization Lionheart.

Even if the president of the Lion Heart Club this year is Chu Zihang.

It cannot change this fact.

Tomorrow is a day of freedom.

He and Chu Zihang will use Kassel as the battlefield to decide the outcome.

Caesar bet on his Bugatti Veyron, and Chu Zihang bet on his saber Murasame.

This is the battle to decide who is the true leader.

As for the outcome of the battle.

Caesar smiled and took a sip of champagne.

The other side of the conference room was filled with a buffet of gourmet food and a champagne tower.

Is there any suspense in the battle? Victory will eventually belong to Caesar.

This is an extremely fragmented scene. In the same space, on one side there is a combat meeting with a solemn atmosphere, and on the other side there is fine wine and delicacies like a banquet.

But if it was Caesar who did such a thing, and thinking about this boy's character, the logic suddenly makes sense.

He's the kind of idiot who pops the champagne before the game to celebrate his victory.

Even if it's just wine and food, it's still too restrained for Caesar.

He put down the champagne and made eye contact with everyone.

"Where's Rosalia?"

Caesar asked.

The elites of the student union quietly exchanged glances.

Rosalia is the head of a special department called the Lace Girls in the student union under Caesar.

As for how special this department is, wouldn’t you have guessed it when you look at the name Lace Girls?

For example, in the Kassel Swimsuit Contest hosted by the vice-chancellor in previous years, seven of the top ten were members of the Lace Girls Group.

See how powerful the girl group is.

The head of the secretarial department spoke.

"Rosalia received a special mission issued by the vice-principal and led the Lace Girl Troupe to leave Kassel yesterday."

"Well, I understand."

Caesar nodded.

Although it is a pity that there is no dance by the Lace Girls Group, Caesar doesn't care. All he can think about now is Chu Zihang. Tomorrow he will have a showdown with his old enemy. It is really exciting. Even Caesar feels that his The blood has begun to boil.

"Now that everyone is here, the free day combat meeting will officially begin."

Caesar said.

First, the deputy minister of the Ministry of Information stood up and spoke.

He distributed a piece of information to everyone.

"Top secret information."

The deputy minister looked solemn.

"According to reliable sources, Chu Zihang has been staying in China since June and seems to be in contact with a new student."

"newborn?"

Someone frowned slightly.

Someone murmured.

It is normal for them to behave like this. After all, who is Chu Zihang? It is not unusual for him to be regarded as an old enemy by Caesar.

To put it in a more understandable way, if someone tells them that Caesar spent three months contacting a middle school student who has not yet entered Kassel.

Every one of the student union elites here has to wonder if there is something wrong with the world.

Or this is simply fake news.

"I'm sorry, but I have to say it."

After receiving acquiescence from Caesar's eyes, someone stood up and looked at the Deputy Minister of Information.

"Is this news true?"

"Chu Zihang would waste three months for a new student."

"I honestly can't believe it."

"Of course it's true!"

The deputy minister's professionalism was questioned and he raised his voice angrily.

"This is information our minister risked his life to find out!"

"I know what you're suspecting!"

"Of course, an ordinary freshman is not worth the president of Lionheart Club's time."

"but."

The Deputy Minister of Information looked at everyone seriously.

It was not until the chief Caesar lowered his gaze humbly.

Just listen to his deep voice.

"What if this new student is S-class?"

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

What did they hear?

S level!

In an instant, the elites of the student union exchanged glances frequently, with looks that were either confused, surprised or at a loss. If Caesar hadn't been sitting at the main seat, the conference room would have been boiling like porridge.

"Oh, S-class."

Caesar said with interest.

"Is this the news from your minister?"

"I remember his name was..."

"Fingal."

The secretary on the side reminded in a low voice.

"Yeah, Fingel."

Caesar nodded very naturally.

"Speaking of which, why didn't he attend the meeting?"

The Deputy Minister of Information had a wandering look in his eyes.

"The minister said that he is risking his life to find out the information about S-class freshmen. He hopes that the president can support part of the activity funds."

The secretary reminded softly again.

"Fingal has been late for three years in a row."

Caesar looked surprised.

"Three years! Wait, aren't all the seniors on missions? Why is he back in Kassel?"

"Technically speaking, this is Fingel's seventh year in Kassel."

"Repeat a grade?"

"Exactly."

Caesar smiled and shook his head with a new understanding of the talented student union.

"Interesting person."

He said.

Caesar looked at the Deputy Minister of Information.

"Did your commander tell you how much money is needed?"

The deputy minister was about to speak, but was interrupted by Caesar.

"Forget it, it's not important."

Caesar casually threw out a black card.

"Citibank's Centurion Card, with a limit of 10 million US dollars."

"I want all of Chu Zihang's itinerary."

The Deputy Minister of Information resisted the urge to kneel down and kiss the upper part of Caesar's shoes.

Damn it, can an idiot become infected if you stay with Fingel for a long time?

He held the Centurion card tremblingly.

"Yes, as you wish, I mean, Chu Zihang's itinerary, this is..."

He talked vaguely for a while, and Caesar didn't rush or frown. He just looked at the other person quietly with a warm smile and his eyes like the blue sky.

No matter who it is, believe me, no matter who is looked at by Caesar like this, they will definitely have the thought "It doesn't matter if they die for this man."

But before you decide to do this, Caesar will tap your shoulder vigorously, pull you back, and say something cheerful.

"How can I let the people who trust me charge forward!"

"Watch my back and follow me!"

"I'll clear the way."

This is what is called a leader.

Caesar was never someone who could watch his men die and still laugh and talk.

If you really want to die.

He did his part.

The excitement passed, and the deputy minister suddenly remembered.

"Um, don't you need information about S-class freshmen?"

"Judging from Chu Zihang's actions, it seems that the president of the Lion Heart Club has plans to acquire the S-class freshmen."

"No matter how you put it, it's S-class."

"Should we take some action?"

When he finished speaking, Caesar nodded.

He glanced around at the heads of various departments of the student union present.

A deep voice with natural authority.

"Does anyone else have anything to say about this S-class freshman?"

The elites looked at each other.

Finally someone raised a hand.

"I also think action should be taken to prevent Lionheart from getting S-class so easily."

"I have a different opinion. S-class. I'm sorry. I can't imagine anyone else whose class is higher than the president. Even if the Lionheart Society gets this new life, so what. We have Caesar!"

Instantly, this sentence aroused widespread resonance.

"Yes, we have Caesar!"

"Chu Zihang is nothing more than that, let him pursue S-level. The two of them together cannot compete with the student union under Caesar's leadership."

"Did you make a mistake?"

"I admit that Caesar is a unique leader, but S-class, do you know what S-class is?"

"The only S-class in Kassel is the principal!"

"Don't be so surprised. A guy who didn't even pass the 3E exam, who knows how much water he has!"

Soon, the conference room became noisy. The elites of the student union had differences in their attitude towards S-class. They were divided into two parties, each holding their own opinions. Some people thought that S-class was extremely special and could change the balance of power between the student union and the Lionheart Club. They must not give up this important bargaining chip and give the S-level to the Lion Heart Club easily.

Others are dismissive. On the one hand, they have doubts about the importance of the S-class, and on the other hand, the reason is quite simple.

They have Caesar.

They firmly believed that as long as they followed Caesar, no matter who was in front of them, they could not stop themselves and others from moving forward.

Caesar watched quietly, not giving up.

Just wait for people to calm down.

Silence returned to the conference room.

Caesar just spoke.

"To be honest, I don't care about that S-class."

"If his strength is not worthy of his class."

"Whatever he wants."

"What if his strength is worthy of it."

Caesar smiled.

"It's up to him."

The elites of the student union looked puzzled.

Just listen to Caesar continue.

"Because all elites should join the student union."

"There is no doubt about that."

Someone applauded.

Many people clapped along.

They blushed with excitement.

He looked at the man on the throne with reverence.

Yes, that's it.

All outstanding people, all elites, should join the student union!

Everyone should join Caesar and follow him.

Like the sun rising and the moon setting, like spring passing and autumn coming.

This is a matter of course.

They also deeply reflected on their previous performance.

Innocent!

How naive!

Look what they have done.

He actually argued over a new student.

Even if this person is S-level.

So what?

They have Caesar.

And as Caesar said.

If the S-class new students live up to their name.

He should join the student union.

There is no other possibility.