Chapter 164 The Satisfied Caesar

Nono left.

Caesar was left looking at the girl's back with a blank expression.

What do you mean, wash your own underwear?

What is the meaning of the existence of washing machines and servants?

Although my girlfriend occasionally has some strange ideas.

For example, at 11 o'clock in the evening, I suddenly said that I wanted to go for a drive in a sports car.

Or a man rushing into the Amazon rain in search of cannibals just to finish his summer homework.

But it is rare to see something so inexplicable nowadays.

After all, what usually aroused this crazy girl's interest was the star-lit dance floor or a spur-of-the-moment trip.

Regarding underwear, no matter how you think about it, it doesn't fit in with Nono's character.

"It's S-class."

The secretary whispered in his ear.

"There is a post about you and S-class on the Night Watch forum. This is probably what Nono is talking about."

"Oh, me and S-class?"

Caesar raised his lips with interest.

"What is it about? My fight with him?"

he said casually.

To be honest, Caesar doesn't care what others say about him. No one in this college is worthy of his attention except Chu Zihang.

By the way, now we have to add an S-class.

Caesar remembered the boy's name.

Lu Mingfei.

The reason is very simple. In Caesar's view, in the field of battle, the words of the weak, or the opinions of the weak, have no value or necessity at all.

Only equal opponents are eligible for dialogue.

If a strong man can be swayed by the opinions of a weak man.

Then he is not a strong man at all.

"no."

The secretary hesitated to speak.

"For the specific content, I suggest you take a look for yourself."

Caesar was really interested now.

He was curious about what kind of content could make his secretary behave like this.

His usual capable look was completely gone.

Soon, he started browsing with his notebook in his arms.

The post is easy to find.

It's on the homepage of the Night Watch forum, ranked third.

[Will Caesar wash his underwear himself? The forbidden love between S-class and the student council president]

He smiled faintly, swiped on the touchpad, and browsed the content of the post.

The student union elites in the conference room exchanged silent glances.

Then he lowered his head silently, with a solemn expression, preparing to welcome the coming storm.

They couldn't imagine how proud Caesar would be when he saw the little story about him and S-class on the forum.

Some people are already praying silently in their hearts.

Especially the Deputy Minister of Information.

As Fingel's loyal paparazzi, he naturally knows who the author of these posts is.

Boss, go ahead with peace of mind.

The deputy minister said to Fingel silently in his heart.

I will carry forward the news department well.

This is a matter of course. After Fingel's untimely death, as deputy minister, he naturally became the minister of information.

When I think of the large and sophisticated paparazzi team.

The deputy minister couldn't help the sadness in his heart and laughed.

"interesting."

After a long wait, everyone did not receive the tyrant-like wrath of Caesar as expected.

Rather, it is a sentence that can be described as calm, even with a slight smile.

Everyone looked up in surprise.

Their leader, the president of the student union, one of the two protagonists of the forum story, was looking at the screen with a smile. There was no trace of anger at all on his deep face like a Greek sculpture, and he was even looking at it with relish.

They read an emotion called relish on Caesar's face.

The elites were at a loss.

They looked at each other in confusion, and after confirming that they were not hallucinating, they turned their worried eyes to Caesar.

Suddenly, an idea came to everyone's mind.

The sequelae!

The elites' faces were as dark as water.

Sure enough, this must be the aftermath of the chief's battle with the S-class.

How terrible.

It can actually distort a person's character.

Caesar nodded to himself.

"It's very interesting to write."

"The writing is good."

He’s even reviewing it.

"There's just something wrong with it."

"I'm so stupid here."

Caesar shook his head.

Everyone:...

They thought about Caesar in the post, the man who spent a lot of money to win the S-level, booked a Michelin restaurant and invited the world's top symphony orchestra to accompany him.

This seems to be something you have done before.

It’s just that the person at that time was Nono.

Although Nono felt that playing the violin was more interesting than the candlelight dinner that night, so this girl rushed to the stage and took over the instrument. She was still dancing there while waving to Caesar to come together, come together, the girl who was wearing crystal high heels and dancing non-stop probably It's just her.

Thinking like this, Caesar smiled and shook his head, and then went on stage. The two of them put aside the exquisite dinner and played one song after another.

Only the original waiters and the suddenly unemployed musicians in the restaurant were left with confused faces in the dark, silently listening to the boys and girls playing the piano all night. Although the money was not lost at the end, they always felt that they had no money. What went wrong?

Well, having said that, if the S-class in that post were replaced by Nono, and his personality was a bit weirder, everything would make sense.

Caesar enthusiastically clicked through the collection and rewarded him with a hundred dollars. As a peer in a certain sense, he quite admired this unknown author.

"That's right, Rosalia."

he asked the secretary.

"Have the keys been delivered?"

"Um."

the secretary replied.

"In two hours, after midnight, Norton Hall will be classified as S-class."

The secretary smiled softly.

"What you may not know is that someone on the forum has made a bet that the S-Class cannot afford the subsequent maintenance of Norton Hall and will have to move out of there sooner or later."

Caesar said casually and glanced at the secretary lightly.

The secretary immediately lowered his eyes and clenched his fists nervously.

"Money?"

Caesar said this and suddenly asked him.

"What do you think?"

"S-class is certainly very strong."

"It's undeniable."

The secretary whispered.

"But no matter how strong he is, he is just a reckless man. Just like a sharp blade is just a sharp blade after all, the only person who can truly create the future is the person who holds the sharp blade."

"Oh, you mean, that person is me."

Caesar's smile at this moment is reminiscent of the snowy sword reflected when he slashed Dictado across his throat.

Cold and deadly.

The secretary's head dropped lower.

Only those who have truly spent time with Caesar can appreciate the true meaning of the term born leader.

That is irresistible majesty.

"You should probably look at the S-class information."

"He has had no bright spots in the past eighteen years of his life."

"Whether it's the mind or the body, everything is mediocre, not even average."

"A guy like this, I think, is completely incompatible with you..."

"Is this the guy?"

Caesar repeated his secretary's words.

In an inexplicable tone.

"Do you need me to remind you?"

"A guy like you said he won the Freedom Day in a dignified way."

Caesar put down his notebook, turned around, and looked at the secretary with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Weak people should have the consciousness of being weak."

"And you have to position yourself right."

"Facing someone stronger than yourself."

"You can choose to follow, choose to worship, or fight with it, in the name of your old enemy."

"But only."

Caesar solemnly raised a finger.

"Remember, the only thing you can't do is belittle."

"Creatures like human beings always like to try their best to find the flaws of strong people, and then tell themselves that it's nothing, they are no better than me, that's all."

He shrugged his shoulders and gave an easy smile.

But the secretary was anything but relaxed.

"How sad, isn't it?"

"Have due respect and respect for the strong."

"It's also about respecting yourself."

Caesar smiled.

"Got it?"

"Um!"

The secretary forced herself to reply.

Caesar nodded with satisfaction.

He finally looked away.

The secretary let out a long, almost exhausted breath.

"As for the money issue."

Caesar said.

"Did you make a mistake?"

"What does money mean to Lu Mingfei?"

"Don't forget, we are mixed race."

"For hybrids, whoever holds absolute power has everything."

"Don't you understand the rules of the game in mixed-race society?"

Caesar chuckled.

“Winner takes all, loser out.”

"It's simple and fair, isn't it?"

Caesar picked up the notebook again. On the screen he was looking at was the S-class figure falling from the sky.

"And now, he's the winner."

Someone hurried through the door and whispered to Caesar.

"The information is ready."

"Start now?"

"Um."

Caesar nodded.

The visitor turns around and operates.

Caesar put down his notebook and spoke loudly.

"I have no doubt that all of you here are elites of mixed race."

The cadres' expressions perked up, and they subconsciously straightened their backs without squinting.

“But there are also high and low elites.”

"I'm sorry to tell you."

"I did not lead you to victory for a day of freedom."

"This is a dereliction of duty on my part as chief and an irrefutable failure."

"No, Chief!"

"Yeah, that guy is basically..."

Caesar pressed his hand.

There was immediate silence.

"Looking for excuses for your failures is the behavior of a coward."

"answer me."

He made eye contact with everyone.

"Are you cowards!"

Everyone's faces were red and they were almost roaring.

"no!"

"very good!"

Caesar alone suppressed the momentum of everyone.

"Failure is failure."

"But a temporary failure doesn't mean anything."

"I won't be knocked down."

Caesar said.

"S-class is here."

"His name is Lu Mingfei."

"Perhaps some of you have seen his previous information."

"As far as I'm concerned, forget about it all as soon as possible."

"No matter how sophisticated the information is, it can deceive people."

"Especially after the S-Class proved his power."

"In my eyes, those materials are just a pile of waste paper."

"Everyone, we need to position ourselves."

Caesar paused.

"As a challenger."

"Pull the S-class off his throne!"

Caesar smiled expectantly.

"There is only one Chu Zihang, which is too boring."

"S level?"

His eyes were full of eagerness to try.

"I heard that Lu Mingfei wants to establish his own organization."

"This is good."

"very good."

"The student council, the Lionheart Club, will soon have a new opponent."

"Kyushu Branch."

"But, individually and as an organization, we will win in the end."

"yes!"

The elites responded in unison with enthusiasm.

Caesar nodded with satisfaction.

"Of course, challenging S-level is not something you can just talk about."

"We must take action."

The member operating the equipment made a ready gesture to Caesar, and Caesar nodded.

Just listen to him continue.

"I don't know if you still remember that S-class has been mentioned more than once."

"Wu!"

Cadres, you look at me and I look at you, wondering what their chief gentleman’s intention was when he suddenly mentioned this.

Caesar did not keep everyone waiting.

He went on directly.

"I have made some discoveries about the martial arts mentioned by S-class."

There was a burst of quiet discussion in the conference room.

"As expected of Caesar!"

"Have you discovered the secret of S-class power so quickly?"

"Very good, that's it. If we work together, we can definitely defeat the S-class!"

"I told you, you can always trust Caesar!"

Discussion paused.

A pair of eyes looked at the boy in the main seat with admiration, firmness or fanaticism.

Should I say he is worthy of being Caesar?

Always wear a smile that takes control of the situation.

It seemed like nothing in the world was worth worrying about.

"Just as you thought."

“The purpose of this meeting at Amber Pavilion is to work with you all to study the secret of S-class power.

"I'll do my best!"

The elites were so excited that they almost committed hara-kiri on the spot.

Caesar nodded, smiling as if he had everything under control.

"let's start."

He said.

Immediately, the lights went out.

The conference room fell into absolute darkness.

Then a beam of light hit the wall.

The screen starts to be projected.

The elites looked solemnly and held their breath.

Is this the secret of why S-class is so powerful?

not sure what it is.

Is there any way we can learn?

If possible, would it also be possible to have S-class power?

It’s really exciting!

In such an atmosphere that can almost be described as sacred.

Information, started.

"aunt!"

On the screen, a one-armed man in ancient costume ran wildly among the flowers.

And his target is a girl with a white skirt that flutters like a fairy.

Just listen to the girl calling him affectionately.

"Have a good time!"

Elites:…

They kept serious faces.

In the Amber Hall in Kassel, the highest institution for mixed races.

The atmosphere was as dignified as the meeting where the Allies decided to land on Normandy.

Watch top-secret footage of a big man calling a little girl aunt.

Is there something wrong?

No!

There is a problem everywhere, okay!

At this time, their wise and wise Chairman spoke solemnly in a tone that said he had everything under control.

"The superhero riding the eagle and his girlfriend."

"Or you can call it by its Chinese name."

Caesar spoke every word as if he were telling the nuclear bomb launch code.

"The Legend of the Condor Heroes."

Some elites are already losing their composure.

Caesar glanced at those people lightly.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Do you think this is a joke?"

"too naive!"

Him.

"S-class has shown us his martial arts!"

"If there are still people who have scornful thoughts."

"That's sin!"

The elites of the student union all looked stern.

Especially a few cadres who couldn't control themselves from laughing out loud just now.

He looked even more ashamed and even blamed himself.

Sure enough, Caesar is Caesar.

They were actually questioning Caesar's decision.

It's really overestimating one's abilities.

"S-class has proven his martial arts to us!"

“He has shown the way forward.”

Caesar looked deeply at the projection screen.

"Next, we just need to advance along Wu's direction, find out the real training techniques, and practice them."

"I believe we will be able to defeat the S-class in the near future."

Caesar said confidently and confidently.

"To tell you the truth, I have chosen the martial arts that I will practice."

Let out a breath.

The elite held their breath.

Just listen to Caesar say that deafening move.

"Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms!"

…………

When Caesar and other student union leaders were still studying ancient Chinese martial arts in the conference room of Amber Hall.

Norton Hall next door.

The clock has just struck midnight.

Fingel solemnly pushed open the bronze door engraved with epic stories.

Scholars among the half-breeds seek all information about dragons from fragmentary historical records.

Among them is Norton's name.

Legend has it that he is one of the four supreme dragon kings, the one with the power of bronze and fire.

The prize of the day of freedom, this building, bears the honorable name of bronze and fire.

The above is what Fingel said when he introduced Lu Mingfei.

It’s just that Fingel always felt that something was wrong as he talked.

Soon, he realized it.

It was Lu Mingfei's expression.

Although subtle, Fingel found it.

unnatural.

Whenever he mentioned Norton, or said words like "monarch."

S-class faces always look a bit unnatural.

It seemed like he was saying something loudly.

Did he have some information about bronze and fire?

Fingel thought.

After all, it is an S-class, and it is a true S-class, so it cannot be overemphasized.

He opened the door solemnly, and in an instant, Fingel smiled like a dog.

He bent down naturally and skillfully, making people wonder if this guy had practiced over and over again in front of the mirror.

"Boss, please!"

"Um."

Lu Mingfei passed him by.

"Old lady, you..."

Zero paused and raised his head.

A hand stretched out from inside the door and tightened Fingel's neck. Even though the bear-like man stared, stuck out his tongue, and fluttered with his legs, he remained motionless.

Lu Mingfei smiled kindly at the girl.

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense, let's go in and take a look."

"yes."

Zero answered with a tone like a soldier accepting a mission on the battlefield.

Lu Mingfei curled his lips, there was nothing he could do, Zero was like this, cold and serious, well, he was used to it.

Although the handover time at Norton Hall is midnight.

However, the student union had completed all the relocation work at 10pm, two hours in advance.

Of course, this is not accurate.

I don’t know what the chief gentleman of the student union had in mind. Before he left, he left many antique and famous paintings to Lu Mingfei, an S-level student. Although Lu Mingfei studied pen and ink painting and had no achievements in Western oil painting. , but art has the same goal after all, and the appreciation of beauty is common. With Lu Mingfei's eyesight, he can naturally see the high artistic value of these oil paintings used by Caesar to decorate.

Of course, even if he couldn't see it, he could get a rough idea of ​​the value of these oil paintings by just glancing at Fingel's posture where he wanted to jump on them, drooling and saying "I'm so crazy".

"No, don't drag me away!"

Fingel, lying on the ground, whined like this.

"Let me stay with the antiques! Ah,! Let me stay with the dollar bills!"