A Maybach on a rainy night? Talk to my Levadin!

What had she just heard? The principal was actually going to appoint a boy who wasn't even old enough to be a freshman as a special advisor to the academy? Even more outrageous, he was given the highest level of authority!

If the other students found out, it would definitely cause an uproar!

Is this boy really that important? Even an S-rank wouldn't warrant this treatment, would it? This kind of treatment is simply... simply...

"Your research projects will follow the standards for scientific research projects in Kassel. I will approve the technology for setting up the laboratory and the most advanced experimental equipment for you as soon as possible. Believe me, these are things that are not easy to buy in your country."

"It sounds like a windfall," Chu Zihang said bluntly.

Angers raised an eyebrow: "It is indeed very similar, but I think young Zizhan understands the price behind this gift."

Zhao Zizhan said calmly, "Principal, you're practically waving an olive branch in my face!"

"Hehehehe..."

Angers laughed heartily, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out. "A very interesting adjective. When I was young, I might have actually waved an olive tree at a young man I liked, but now..."

He patted his knee and sighed helplessly, "Please spare this old bone of mine that's over a hundred years old."

Viola watched her principal selling off his grandfather's land—or rather, selling off his grandfather's land—and could only silently complain in her heart. She thought that when Professor Guderian found out, he would definitely cling to the principal's leg and cry his heart out.

Search: Eight Moles, Ants, and Tung Blossoms

"Since you've accepted this, let's start the data entry process directly."

As Angers spoke, he pulled a retro-style mobile phone from his pocket, swiped his finger across the screen, and dialed a contact named "Norma".

The moment the call connected, his tone immediately turned serious: "We are hiring Mr. Zhao Zizhan as a special advisor to Kassel College. His laboratory is a Class S classified project of Kassel College, and all members of the laboratory enjoy the highest level of security and intelligence access in Kassel. Do you agree?"

"I agree"

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The next second, a emotionless, mechanical female voice came from the other end of the phone: "Voiceprint verification passed. Automatic matching of city database... Database matching successful."

"Zhao Zizhan, born on October 15, 1989, male, ID number AD0153, tentative class: S, listed in Kassel College, database access enabled, account activated."

"Matching lab member information..."

"Chu Zihang, date of birth... Class: A"

"Lu Mingfei, date of birth...class: S"

"Xia Mi, date of birth... Rank: A"

"Caesar Gattuso, date of birth... class: A"

"Data entry complete"

"I am Norma, the secretary of Kassel College. It's a pleasure to serve you. On behalf of the students of Kassel College, I welcome you to the college."

Viola was already somewhat numb as she listened to Norma's report. Holy crap, everyone in this group is a villain! There isn't a single member below A-rank in this group, and there are even two S-rank members!

S-class, huh?! But after listening to it, it seems like S-class is just so-so?

Compared to those generous benefits, S-class is simply the least worth mentioning.

"Norma is the academy's central computer, akin to artificial intelligence, and also the world's best secretary."

Angers stood up, straightened his suit jacket, and said in a relaxed tone, "If you have any questions later, you can consult her or call me directly."

He walked up to Zhao Zizhan, glanced at Chu Zihang, and added with a smile, "Alright, now that the cooperation agreement is signed, we just need to go through some established procedures. This old man won't take up any more of your time, young people. If we stay any longer, I'm afraid your country will send people here to surround us in order to protect your precious darling."

Zhao Zizhan bowed slightly, his smile deepening, and nodded politely: "Please give me your guidance, Principal Angers."

The long-awaited door to another world has finally officially opened to me.

Surprisingly, Chu Zihang didn't feel as excited as he had imagined.

He was calm, as calm as still water towards this new world. It sounded strange, but it didn't seem so when his gaze fell on the figure beside him.

He had a more distant goal to pursue, and he had loftier ideals and things to do.

The door to another world had long since been opened for him.

Meanwhile, a large number of data packets were pouring out of the supercomputer called Norma. These data packets, carrying special encryption identifiers, were like carrier pigeons given a mission, penetrating the high-voltage barrier of submarine fiber optic cables, passing through the signal coverage area of ​​geostationary satellites, and finally landing on the screens of office buildings in Shibuya, Tokyo, in encrypted terminals in ancient Roman houses, and even in portable computers in a temporary base deep in the Sahara Desert.

The name "Zhao Zizhan" appeared on many people's screens and was firmly remembered. Countless data locks were unlocked for this name, and thousands of secret gateways on Earth were opened to it.

The real world of the Dragon Clan has officially opened its arms to Zhao Zizhan.

Life is like water beneath ice, flowing eastward day and night unnoticed.

Today, everything is different.

On the other side of the ocean, it's just dawn, time for class.

Inside the College of Cassel in Chicago, the students were all as quiet as chickens in their classrooms, but in a more secluded spot, a lively discussion was taking place.

The "Night Watchers Forum" was originally just an internal forum built by students of Kassel College, where students could chat, ask about courses, or engage in some kind of stress-relief scapegoating, like a forum where students would give their own ratings.

Later, its popularity grew with the rise of these rating posts, and its content became increasingly rich, essentially becoming a self-study bible for students at Kassel College.

The morning session features a tarot reading by a master, followed by a morning session for exchanging class notes, and an afternoon party that perfectly embodies American culture.

The anonymous discussion forums at night are even more intimate. Kassel, a place full of handsome men and beautiful women, is practically a paradise for online dating. You can just hide your face and date anyone without saying a word, and they'll treat you to good food.

Due to the journalistic philosophy of Finger, the head of the journalism department at Kassel College, who is known as "Finger the Dog" in the forum, and who believes that everything reasonable should be exposed to the light of day, this philosophy is based on the principle of journalistic justice.

Professors' scandalous affairs, secret society's espionage anecdotes, and even the principal's exorbitant travel bills can all be found on the forum.

Although some people always criticize the news department as a bunch of paparazzi who don't respect other people's privacy, almost all graduates keep their own IDs on the forum while they're still criticizing them.

Some joined archaeological teams, some hunted down Killers around the world, and some came to the Secret Society to carry out missions. Whenever they had free time to go online, they would immediately log on to the Night's Watch section to feel the humanistic care from their alma mater, where they would greet each other's mothers, and search for all kinds of gossip from their alma mater.

Even today, outside of peak hours, thousands of people are still casually posting, with countless messages popping up one after another in the forum.

Suddenly, all pages froze for a second. Then, a white post was instantly flooded with red, shooting up like a rocket and completely overshadowing all the content on the homepage, even the pinned "Rules" were buried underneath.

Those who know, know; this is a powerful figure from within the EU with special privileges pulling strings behind the scenes!

In the past, only gossip involving a dean suspected of being a mistress or the release of real photos of her would receive such treatment.

Tens of thousands of clients around the world saw the same message at the same time.

Whether they were current students or graduates, everyone who saw this message held their breath on the spot.

[Breaking News!! An unprecedented S-level special advisor? Just who is Zhao Zizhan?]

Is Emperor Caesar Gattuso about to abdicate?! Is it a sign of moral decay or a distortion of human nature?!

[Attached: Permission records I just retrieved from Norma's backend, absolutely authentic!]

PS: I finally made it; I saved my job.

Chapter 170 The Gambler Fingel

The post was so informative that for the first thirty seconds after it appeared, the forum seemed to be paused. The comment section, which was normally refreshing three times per second, suddenly stopped, the students who were browsing the post froze on their screens, and even the background traffic monitoring curve showed a brief flattening.

Immediately afterwards, the forum server seemed to have been hit by a bomb: the number of clicks soared by hundreds per second, the spinning icon during page loading became the main theme on almost everyone's screen, the "99+" notification in the comment section jumped wildly, and the three keywords "special advisor," "15 years old," and "Caesar" instantly rushed to the top of the forum's hot search list.

"What a joke! Where did this guy come from to become a special advisor? Never heard of him before? Is the principal someone you just picked up off the street?"

Immediately afterwards, a highlighted comment popped up: "Seriously, bro! Didn't you guys notice that this special advisor's age is listed as 15? How are 15 years old and 'special advisor' connected?"

Someone immediately replied: "Help! I thought I was seeing things. I refreshed the page three times and it's still 15 years old. Did the principal hire a junior high school student to manage things?"

A user with the ID "Caesar's Little Rose" posted a comment with an angry emoji: "Putting aside this 15-year-old advisor, what's the point of including Caesar in the title? Are you trying to get clicks like this? Do you think our fan club is just sitting around doing nothing?"

Daring to use our Lord Caesar to grab attention? Is your mother a wholesaler? I bet you're planning to build a space elevator on your homepage!

Kaiser Gattuso, currently enrolled in a preparatory course at Kassel due to his family's arrangements, is expected to become a freshman next year. His entrance declaration directly set his sights on the position of student council president, exuding an overwhelming aura of dominance. His excellent modeling skills, illustrious family background, and outstanding abilities in all aspects have already made him the prince charming in the hearts of many girls in Kassel.

When he actually becomes the student council president, he'll probably be a king. (Are you a little emperor too?)

"@Finger, you dog Finger, come out here and get beaten up!"

"Dude, I graduated more than two years ago, how come Fingel is still hanging around at school?"

One graduate, idly replying to a post, asked, "What level is he at now? E or F? He was almost at F when I graduated. Has he already made history?"

[You have been banned from posting for 24 hours for using inappropriate language to attack the moderator.]

"Haha, senior, you're still as brave as ever. Have you forgotten that Fingel is now an administrator?"

"What do you know? The responsibility of the news department rests on my shoulders! If I leave, who will take over? This is all out of my deep love and care for my junior colleagues!"

Just as everyone was arguing fiercely, an ID with a gold "administrator" badge suddenly appeared in the comments section; it was "Finger".

He commented below the post: "You can insult me ​​for slacking off, criticize me for eating three bowls of rice in one meal, but you can't insult my professional ethics as a journalist. Our news department never publishes fake news, and our information channels are absolutely genuine and reliable. This guy is absolutely mysterious; all his personal information is top secret, and no one except the principal can access it."

0丿樲⑵⑧⒊檪⒐

Finger's appearance reignited the discussion on the forum. This seemingly useless senior student, who was practically a living fossil in the academy, was a legendary figure in Kassel because he always managed to stir up some big news.

After reading Fingel's message, the students also thought about it.

That seems to make sense. Although Finnish dog is a pretty incompetent person, he is indeed quite authoritative when it comes to news and information.

"It seems... what Fengo said is true?"

Some people were the first to waver, saying, "Last time he said the student council was going to hold a dance party, and sure enough, they notified us three days later, and the process was exactly the same as he described."

"Yes, although he's not a great person, the news department's information is never wrong."

Another comment followed up, "Does that mean the principal really handpicked a 15-year-old as a special advisor? Is he... uh, getting too absorbed in researching dragon history lately and losing his mind?"

By the time everyone realized this, the comments below had already piled up to over a thousand.

Even the teachers in the classroom noticed something was wrong—students who usually listened attentively were all looking down today, secretly tapping their phones under their desks, their eyes glancing at the podium every now and then, as if afraid of being caught.

Apart from the fourth-year students who went out for internships, almost all the students on campus were posting online, and even some graduates participated.

Curiosity grew wildly in the students' hearts like weeds, and many began to have the idea of ​​"finding out".

Driven by great curiosity about Zhao Zizhan, everyone began to use their own unique methods. However, as time went on, the expressions on many people's faces gradually changed from curiosity to solemnity.

"Holy crap! I was just about to use hacking to check this consultant's personal information when someone turned around and hacked my server instead. It was a hacker from official Chinese channels. I've already been warned that they reserve the right to pursue the matter if I continue. Who is this guy?"

Someone had just tried to query information through Norma (the academy's AI system) when they received a pop-up notification from Norma: "[Your attempt to access top-secret information has been detected. According to the academy's regulations, if you attempt this again, you will be expelled from the academy.]" He quickly took a screenshot and posted it on the forum with the caption: "Don't bother checking! Norma has already warned me. This advisor's background is definitely extraordinary!"

"Holy crap... official hacker + Norma warning?"

The comment section fell silent for a few seconds before someone cautiously posted a comment: "Have we... run into Celestial Dragons?"

"Could this guy really be the principal's illegitimate son? This...this doesn't make sense, does it?"

[You have been banned from posting for 24 hours due to inappropriate remarks.]

“I advise you to be careful with your words and actions, like a rat's tail juice,” Fingel commented under the post.

A simple sentence made many students who were about to join in the criticism stop, but this restraint did not last long, and the doubts soon returned.

So what makes this kid a special advisor? Just because he has exceptionally noble blood?

Some people couldn't help but raise the core question, their words filled with resentment.

"I don't agree. So far, I don't see anything about him that makes him outstanding enough to be a special advisor."

"I don't think that will work; maybe the principal is really getting old."

"The alumni are really strict!"

Which student who can get into Kassel College doesn't have an illustrious background? Including but not limited to nobles from small countries, princes, princesses and second-generation rich kids, they are all used to being Celestial Dragons, princes and princesses are used to being the center of attention, and no one has ever been able to easily rise above them; even those second-generation businessmen have a place in the college because of their family power.

Even though they acted politely, they were all proud and arrogant. How could they possibly accept a Celestial Dragon suddenly appearing above them?

"Everyone! Ladies who are slow to click, please stop spamming question marks! I know you're all wondering where this special advisor came from and what right he has to interfere in our academy, but! I must emphasize this but! Are you so busy cursing that you didn't see the even bigger bombshell hidden in the post?"

The next second, another message popped up, the font deliberately set to a glaring red: "That's our future student council president—Caesar Gattuso! He's going to join this advisor's research team as an exchange student! In layman's terms: we probably won't see this super freshman in the student council, on the playground, or on the podium anymore! Simply put—our junior Caesar is gone!"

"What!!!??"

We were all so busy cursing in the comments section that no one noticed the huge bombshell hidden in the second part of the post.

Many female students only began to carefully read the second part of the post at this moment. When they saw that the information in it was consistent with what Fingel had said, they were completely stunned.

"That's really true!!"

"What a joke! This kid just popped out of nowhere and wants our prince to leave with just a few words? Even Celestial Dragons aren't like this!"

"Zhao Zizhan, I'll take your life!!"

This sentence was like a signal flare, and the comment section was instantly flooded with angry messages.

The female students started building the thread, their violent comments were like a lion descending from the clouds, each one a warrior of pure hatred.