Dragon Clan: Retired Death, goes to work to slay dragons

"One after another, it's really not easy to worry about."

Jiang Shouyun organized his thesis manuscripts, sealed them carefully with brown paper, and then walked to the principal's office with it under his arm.

If nothing else, the old man's purpose in calling him over was probably for this paper.

He is still a formal lecturer with a professor's salary, and he needs to apply for a formal professorship in the next step.

To be awarded the title of professor at Kassel College, you need more than five years of formal teaching experience and a paper recognized by the mixed race community.

After formal professorship comes the evaluation of tenured professors, which not only requires certain research results and teaching achievements, but also requires the successful cultivation of an outstanding student.

But this is not what Jiang Shouyun needs to consider at the moment. Guderian is still worried about the title of tenured professor.

Recently, when I had nothing to do, I ran to the door of the principal's office, crying and asking the principal to assign him a good seedling.

Jiang Shouyun felt that if he and Chu Zihang had not already known each other, Professor Guderian would definitely introduce himself with his collection of tea leaves.

During this time, he, who was used to drinking iced black tea, developed a new hobby and habit of drinking tea.

Unknowingly, Jiang Shouyun also passed by the student canteen on the way. He had become accustomed to eating in the faculty canteen during this period, and suddenly he missed the special pork knuckles served in the student canteen.

It's all because of that damn good-for-nothing Fingel, who ate fried chicken instead of pork knuckles in the dormitory.

At the same time, Sony's "All-Stars Brawl" was playing on the LCD TV screen on the wall in the dormitory.

Two characters "Samus" fight against "Kirby", running, jumping and performing special moves on the map.

But "Kirby" was clearly at a disadvantage, holding his head and being chased like a dog by "Samus".

Fingel gritted his teeth and pressed the PS3 handle hard, his eyes with some dark circles fixed on him.

"Ah...ah sneeze!"

At this moment, he suddenly sneezed and looked up around him warily. It was still a familiar room, with the familiar smell of fried chicken floating around, and the familiar sound of "game over" coming from his headphones.

But why did he suddenly feel a chill?

This feeling was as chilling as the time last month when I heard that I was going to Greenland with them.

It couldn't be that someone was secretly scolding him, right?

"There are so many people who scold me, but if you want me to sneeze, you have to at least scold me every word!"

Fingel complained in his mind, then picked up the fried chicken and took a bite.

Chewing and chewing, his chewing speed became slower and slower, and his angry expression became stiff.

Finally, he took a deep breath and let out an earth-shattering sneeze, with tears and snot flowing down his face.

If these tears were due to sadness over losing, his sadness must be as vast as the ocean.

But unfortunately it wasn’t, it was because of the red to black sauce on the fried chicken!

——The spicy Chaotian pepper sauce!

Fengel, who was crying as a macho man, suddenly recalled the meaningful words of a certain S-class: No one can prostitute me for free, no one.

"It's near the north! Didn't you just swipe the card a few times? Why are you so ruthless?"

Thinking of this, Fingel bit into the chicken leg while wiping his tears. Tears were still flowing down, and he felt his sadness flowing back into a river.

The culprit had already stopped in front of the two-story building not far from the Hall of Valor.

"No matter how many times I've been here, I can't help but lament how cool the principal is." Jiang Shouyun looked at the trees surrounding the building and the walls full of ivy, and couldn't help but curse in his heart.

This place doesn't look like the principal's office, but more like a run-down garage.

Boom, boom.

Jiang Shouyun held a document bag in his left hand and a bag of pork knuckles in his right hand, and rang the bell with ease.

After a while, Angers' gentle voice as always was heard from inside the door: "Come in."

Pushing open the door of the principal's office, a gentle ray of sunlight slanted down through the gaps in the leaves of the skylight, falling squarely on Jiang Shouyun's face.

He crossed the threshold and stood in the room, looking up at the bookshelf that enveloped the entire space. On the long ladder several meters high, Angers in a suit and leather tie was reaching out to take out a book.

Red squirrels jumped over his shoulders, climbed and jumped between the bookshelves, and the whole room was filled with an aura of tranquility.

"Principal." Jiang Shouyun looked at Angre from above and nodded slightly.

"Teacher Jiang Shouyun, oh, I'm sorry, if nothing else, I should call you Professor Jiang Shouyun, the youngest professor in the history of Kassel College."

Ange's laughing voice came, but Jiang Shouyun lowered his head and looked ahead.

The old man who was originally on the ladder has disappeared. The books were inserted back into their original places at some point, and he sat on the chair in front of him.

"You arrived later than I expected."

Ange held the teapot in his right hand and poured tea for Jiang Shouyun.

In the quiet office, only the pleasant sound of running water hitting the porcelain can be heard. Hidden beneath the sound of the water is the "chirp" of squirrels climbing over the bookshelves.

The tea in the bone china cup is steaming, golden light is floating in the water waves that have not subsided, and the air is filled with the fragrant aroma of orchids.

Oh, and there's a strange yet familiar smell mixed in with it.

Jiang Shouyun sniffed and looked at the pig knuckle in his hand.

In fact, compared to the aroma of tea, the sauce aroma of the pork knuckle is stronger.

"Ahem, Su Qian and Chen Motong made a little mistake. I didn't have time to have lunch after class, so I bought a pork knuckle on the way, which delayed me a little."

Jiang Shouyun coughed lightly and walked to the glass tea table and sat on the chair that the principal had already pulled out for him.

When he first walked into the student cafeteria, he almost thought he was in the wrong place.

As soon as he entered the door, a bunch of people paid attention to him, and the students in the queue took the initiative to part ways, and then called Teacher Jiang to come and shake his hand, making him look like a leader inspecting the students' food situation.

Seeing this scene, the cafeteria lady who had been complained by Fingel about having Parkinson's disease stopped shaking her hands. She quickly fished out the two largest pig knuckles and insisted on giving them to him alive.

When Jiang Shouyun finally left, she didn't know who taught her, and suddenly said: "Thank you for your hard work, leader."

Jiang Shouyun subconsciously replied: "No hard work, just serve the classmates."

What a "leader, thank you for your hard work", and what a "service to the students".

Jiang Shouyun vowed never to go to the student cafeteria again next time, and would have to drag Chu Zihang, Caesar or Fingel along with him.

This embarrassing toe-picking scene cannot be enjoyed by yourself.

"...Oh, drinking afternoon tea on an empty stomach is really not healthy." Ange was stunned when he looked at the pig knuckle, and then suddenly laughed and said, "It's just a pity for my treasured Wuyi Mountain mother tree Dahongpao."

Hearing this, Jiang Shouyun lowered his head curiously and looked at the half cup of bright orange-yellow tea. The leaves were alternately red and green, giving it an aesthetic feeling of green leaves with red edges.

"Principal, you are really willing to do this."