Chapter 351 Fingel Is in Action

Frost felt offended.

For the head of the Gattuso family, who was from an ancient clan and had been in a high position for a long time, this was something unprecedented.

But it's too early for him to get angry now.

Reality once again proves Murphy's Law. When you realize that something has a probability of happening in the worst direction, no matter how small the probability is, it will definitely happen.

Frost thought that the advertisement was just an isolated case, but he was wrong. In the long ten minutes that followed, one advertisement after another featuring him was staged in turn, ranging from promoting women's daily necessities to infant milk powder. It was an eye-opener. Perhaps even Frost himself didn't know that one day his mentality could be so bad, especially when the baby on the screen with Gattuso's face as the head of the family was holding a pacifier. With Frost's profound Qi-nurturing skills that he had been in power for many years, his face was as ugly as if he had eaten a dead fly.

Who did it?

The first thing Frost thought of was Angers.

But he was quickly denied by himself.

As an old rival on the school board, Frost knows Angers very well. Don’t be fooled by this guy’s superficial lack of sense. Angers’ essence will always be the proud legendary dragon slayer who once served in the Golden Age. He studied in Cambridge, Europe, and his body is full of aristocratic blood influenced by higher education.

Even if there is a conflict, if Frost stumbles, Angers will definitely not use this dirty trick of head-changing advertising. If it can't be put on the table, what other substantive meaning can it have besides venting emotions?

The rule of the game for adults is the exchange of benefits. Frost, who is acting as the head of the family, understands this very well. He has deep contempt for the despicable behavior of head-swapping videos.

Mr. Dai Patriarch, who crushed the armrest of the seat, thought so.

Who else could it be but Angers?

Speaking of this kind of behavior... Frost could vaguely smell a familiar smell.

Could it be that one?

He thought of the clock tower, the handsome young cowboy in the photo, and now the couch potato, Kassel's eternal vice-chancellor.

Frost had heard about the romantic affairs of Mr. Vice-Chancellor and the ridiculous things this guy did when he was young. He is completely different from Angers, who has always maintained the spirit of the old British aristocrat. You can hardly find anything in this alchemist. Virtue, sense of responsibility, perseverance, sense of justice, these diamond-like shining qualities were probably traded to the devil by the alchemist as a bargaining chip half a century ago, in exchange for brandy or Playboy magazines.

There is no doubt that the vice-principal is a complete scumbag. His reputation as a legendary alchemist was achieved in the last century. In the last century, there was no scientific ethics at that time. In order to obtain obedient children, researchers even Long iron nails can be inserted into the eye sockets for stirring, which is also the popular ice pick therapy. I don’t know how many naughty children have become fools after receiving the treatment.

To become a legendary alchemist in such an era, if the vice-principal had not a single innocent soul under his command, even he probably didn't believe it.

Although such comments about the vice-chancellor seemed quite offensive to Professor Manstein, in fact, the person who scolded the vice-chancellor most and harshly was probably the chairman of the Discipline Committee who had been an orphan for half his life.

The disgusting drama of the head-changing advertisement is very similar to the vice-principal's behavior. It is something he can do, but what is his motive?

Frost couldn't understand the vice-principal's motive for doing such a thing. Did he have any conflict with him? After pondering for a long time, Frost could not find a decent reason. On the contrary, let alone a contradiction, Frost's goal was to wrest control of Cassel from the hands of the tyrant of Angers, and this The objectives are also clearly in the interests of the Vice-Chancellor.

After the school board regained control of Kassel, there was still a need for a principal here. The best candidate was the original vice principal. He had enough prestige, profound knowledge, and extensive connections. But the most valuable thing was that he had no An ambition as huge as Angers to the point of being deformed.

Regarding the matter of replacing the principal, Frost believed that the vice principal would also readily agree. Intelligence showed that the alchemist master had expressed his dissatisfaction with Angers in public more than once, and had even clearly expressed his interest in the principal's position. It also seems to have a complete set of teaching concepts, such as avant-garde and bold school uniform reforms.

All in all, after thinking about it for a while, Frost finally mentally rejected the vice principal.

Who could that be?

There is still one day left until the hearing is held.

School board members arrived in Kassel one after another.

Incidents like Frost's are still happening, mainly against male school board members who visit the school, such as Taoist scriptures automatically playing in the room of a Tibetan Buddhist lama. It's just that these mischievous troublemakers have made mistakes, and it's also strange. They don't know enough about Tibetan Buddhism that they actually played a video of the Victoria's Secret catwalk show on TV. They probably thought that such a ragged young lady could confuse the Buddhist mind of the master.

It's a pity that for this master, this level of color is nothing at all. He read it with relish in a critical mood, shook his head and said it was nothing more than that, and then went to do his own thing.

Frost did not make a fuss. As a mature political animal, his personal emotions must give way to interests.

Although the information harassment that followed came in various forms, not limited to head-changing advertisements, but also mobile phone text messages and even flyers that were inexplicably stuffed in the cracks of the door. Such despicable means left the distinguished Mr. Dai Patriarch with blue veins on his forehead. Jumping straight, but at the same time, he also found some clues.

Kassel is not a simple campus. Its entire territory is under the surveillance of an artificial intelligence life form named Norma. That's it. Why do such unscrupulous pranks occur?

Hidden high authority?

Frost, accompanied by Patsy, traveled to Kassel's hilltop campus.

"I remember that the person in charge of the mountaintop campus was the S-class."

"Yes."

"snort."

Frost scowled.

"Angers stubbornly enforces the S-level classification and stubbornly promotes the establishment of a new campus. It seems that our principal really regards Kassel as his personal property."

They walked on the mountain road paved with square stones.

The campus on the top of the mountain is hidden in the thick darkness, with a few scattered lights, and is a research institute that works all night long.

Frost spoke lightly about Angers. His tone was slow, with the majesty and calmness unique to those in power. Occasionally he would use two old Italian proverbs, which were sentences that only appeared in the wealthy class. It's become normal for him.

Patsy is the personal secretary of the acting head of the family, and it is his instinct to fully play the role of listener. He is like a black hole, no matter what kind of secrets enter his ears, they will all disappear.

Entering the mountaintop campus, Frost stopped at the gate. He stared at the plaque with the word "Kyushu" written on it, and suddenly asked Patsy.

"Who asked this question?"

"S-level."

Patsy replied.

"S level..."

Frost murmured.

"I heard that all the theories of martial arts come from this S-class."

"Current intelligence indicates that is the case."

"Patsy, you've seen him, what's your impression?"

"The S-class is a powerful hybrid."

"powerful?"

Frost looked away.

“No matter how powerful you are, soldiers are just soldiers, and weapons are just weapons.

"Remember, we have one and only one opponent."

"That's Angers."

Frost came to the mountaintop campus to meet Cassell's professors. These old men with haggard faces dragging oxygen bottles are treasures in the Camarilla that can be compared with the Executive Department. Their importance is even higher than that of the Executive Department. After all, The Executive Department is just a sharp weapon. The most indispensable thing for a mixed-race organization is violence. But the professors are different. They represent development and the future, and are the true heritage of the Camarilla.

What's more, the hearing is coming soon, and the opinions of the professors have a great degree of reference value for the direction of the meeting. Frost believes that it is necessary to meet the precious brains of these secret parties in advance.

He straightened his clothes and walked into the research institute.

But it's different than expected.

Frost didn't see a single professor.

Being rejected by teaching assistants again and again, all the professors were immersed in selfless research work. Frost showed just the right amount of regret and asked the teaching assistants to take good care of the professors' eating habits, fully expressing his concern for the professors' health.

Although it was a pity not to see the professor, his coming over was enough in itself, and Frost was quite satisfied. However, before leaving, he heard a few assistant teachers chatting together, and they mentioned S-level.

"How long has it been since S-class came?"

"It's been almost a month."

"I heard someone saw him in front of the institute the other day."

"Really? Where exactly is it! What is S-class doing!"

"It's right in front of the research institute. As for what you're doing, it seems... you're clearing the snow?"

"What! Sweep the snow!"

"You are sure you read it correctly!"

"I told you, I just heard it."

"Hey, the professor has mentioned S several times, and I'm helpless. I can't just run and catch him. I'm just a little researcher, and I'm no match for S-class."

Frost walked out of the institute, still thinking about the words of those teaching assistants.

This S-class seems to be more important than he thought.

Frost had a vague premonition in his heart.

He stood at the gate of the mountaintop campus and looked down.

Frost's eyes quickly fell on the World Python Station.

He frowned slightly.

"It's so late, is there anyone else coming?"

The next day, the morning light was bright. Lu Mingfei was tidying up in the bathroom and buttoning up his Kassel school uniform. Before leaving the dormitory, he looked out the window. The quiet Kassel campus was covered with snow, and there was not even a trace of a flying bird. Not found.

The holidays were like this. The students had all gone home and it would be a few days before they could return to school. Lu Mingfei stretched out and scratched his head.

The hearing was held in the auditorium, and he had to walk this journey alone. Although Lu Mingfei never paid attention to the trial, maybe it was the few days of seclusion that made his mood fluctuate, or maybe it was the snowy weather today. It was too empty and lonely, and Lu Mingfei felt a little lonely.

How to describe this feeling?

I forgot who said it, eating hot pot alone, being hospitalized alone, or going to an amusement park alone are all very lonely and lonely things.

So, it should be considered very lonely for him to go to the hearing alone.

He is no longer the dead kid who always ran away from loneliness.

Just occasionally, very occasionally, I will feel a little emotional.

"gone."

he said to himself.

Lu Mingfei opened the door, and the winter sunshine shone into the dormitory.

It's nice weather.

Chu Zihang and Caesar were standing against the wall opposite him.

They were not wearing the student union or Lion Heart Club uniforms, nor were they wearing the Kassel school uniforms, but Kyushu martial arts uniforms with uniform style cloaks, buttoned at the collar. Some people had their hands in their pockets, some had their arms folded across their chests, and some had their hands hanging down. Standing in silence, from in front of Lu Mingfei's door to downstairs, the boys and girls were as silent as ice sculptures. Lu Mingfei's eyes swept over their faces one by one. The mixed-race warriors subconsciously raised their chests and raised their heads, not flashing unnecessary words to Lu. Mingfei looked at each other.

Their eyes seemed to be able to speak. Lu Mingfei clearly saw burning fire, vigorous vitality and upward power in them. Unlike the innate nobility and unruliness of mixed-breeds due to dragon blood, the confidence of warriors comes from Their efforts are not the blood of their ancestors, so they are more pure.

Lu Mingfei sighed in his heart.

What a perfect time to talk nonsense.

He laughed at his random thoughts.

Really, I'm really hopeless.

Lu Mingfei thought.

It was obviously a holiday, but classmates who should be far away from home gathered here, and it wasn't just for him.

Now that the occasion is here, I'm still thinking about what nonsense to say.

You should be moved.

Did you hear that? Lu Mingfei, you moved me!

The dead kid who lived in his heart raised his head, carefully looked at the boys and girls around him, and smiled stupidly.

"that."

Lu Mingfei smiled.

"It's early. Have you eaten?"

The mixed-race students headed by Caesar and Chu Zihang were silent. No one spoke for a while, but just stared at Lu Mingfei quietly.

Lu Mingfei laughed awkwardly.

To be honest, he couldn't handle the current situation.

"that……"

Lu Mingfei looked at Chu Zihang and Caesar.

"Why are you here?"

"That's not because of me!"

What a powerful roar.

The richness of emotion and the high pitch of the voice are simply breathtaking.

Lu Mingfei turned around and saw a huge unknown object running towards him from the top of the stairs like a mountain. It started to kneel down when he was only three meters away. In addition, I have to say the quality of the Kyushu branch's martial arts uniforms. It's great, it's okay to be ruined by this guy, Lu Mingfei sighed, took a step to the side, and dodged someone's attempt to hug his thigh.

Fingel stood up nonchalantly and patted his knee. The mixed-race students present were all emotionally stable, and their psychological activities were probably similar to...

What! There is actually a student from Kassel kneeling down! How unreasonable! He is proud of being Kassel! Where is his glory! his……

Oh, this thing’s name is Fingel. It’s okay, it’s okay, let’s all disperse.

Lu Mingfei was quite concerned about what this shameless guy said just now.

"You mean, you did it?"

Lu Mingfei looked him up and down.

"Of course!"

Fingal lifts the chest, lifts the head, tucks the abdomen, and lifts the buttocks.