Chu Zihang's face lacked a little agility, and the same was true for Yuan Zhiniao beside him. At the hearing, the vice principal and the investigation team were fighting verbally, just to make the two of them stay or leave.

But the two of them stood there and seemed to be two wooden stakes, and they looked very strange that they didn't care about their own affairs.

As secretary, Passi stood beside Caesar, his eyes often drifted towards the fence and had discovered some unusual places.

The debates on and off the stage were endless, but their faces could only maintain a serious and serious image. Although there was no problem, it would be very strange if it remained unchanged. It seemed like they were taking ID photos and were meticulously looking at the floor.

Isn't this tired?

Look around you again.

As the president of the Student Union and an old rival of the Lionheart Association, Caesar is very concerned about Chu Zihang's issues. He should have given Chu Zihang the last fatal blow at this time and defeated him, but now he is carrying a pair of headphones and closing his eyes to rest.

Pasey looked at the situation in the stands and a ray of light flashed through his strange eyes. He probably knew that Frost would end again in failure.

"Look, let's just talk about the matter. We can't just look at the results of many things. The process is very important. They are all mixed-race hanged, but the process is different, and the nature is different. Just like you and your wife are rolling the sheets, you can't just "biubiu" as soon as you get started, right? Unless you have premature ejaculation, there must be a process, and we have to enjoy the process."

The vice principal gestured with his hands, and the school directors of the investigation team were stunned. What a weird metaphor. The students in the audience laughed in a circle, and applause and booed from inside, boiling like a big pot of water.

Frost opened his mouth, and the filthy words of the vice principal, the old lewd, made him embarrassed.

The tenured professors of the jury also looked strange. They conveyed their eyes to each other. Some coughed and some covered their mouths and laughed twice. Everyone was adults and knew everything they should understand. As for the silence of the investigation team being completely struck by lightning, they could not touch the lower limit of the vice principal.

What a magical comparison this is, it's simply inconceivable.

As the person involved, Frost felt very embarrassed. He picked up the wooden hammer and knocked it several times. The noise in the audience stopped for a long time. Frost stood up, his face calm, and his old eyes stared at the vice principal.

The vice principal's smile gradually faded, Frost's face was calm, and the scene was as quiet as the eve of a storm. It seemed that this guy was about to reach the extreme.

"Your words are so disgusting that you can't eat lunch. Is this the style and values ​​of your Cassel Academy?" Frost's low voice trembled a little. It can be imagined that the anger in the old man's heart had burned his reason.

"Three views? Are there any capitalists who are profit-oriented and willing to talk about three views? You Katuso's family has ten coffins and seven coffins, and the classic "Three coffins" are correct."

At this time, Caesar, who had been listening to music silently, took off his headphones. His ice-blue eyes were shining, and his face was as calm as water. In one sentence, the entire venue became a library, quiet and speechless.

There was a lonely applause, and I don’t know who was the first to applaud, and then the tsunami-like applause swept across the venue.

"Caesar, what are you talking about, you..." Frost held the desk, his old eyes trembled deeply, and obvious blood vessels burst out from his thin palms. The school director beside him signaled Frost to sit down first, but Frost could not calm his heart.

The vice principal can scold him no matter how much he scolds him, because he is an outsider and no matter how he scolds him, he will have any essential impact on the Gattuso family, but Caesar cannot.

Caesar is the future heir of the Gattuso family, so he would not have any trouble with his own young master scolding the family. It would be embarrassing to spread this, let alone in public.

"I said, you are not qualified to talk about the three views." Caesar smiled gracefully.

"Caesar, the family always has only selfless love and... expectation for you!" Frost's voice was quiet and gentle.

"Go to your sister's love and expectations. Are you referring to the most important person in my life?" Caesar said coldly. This sentence was strange, and no one interrupted the scene.

"Oh by the way, I may have forgotten that people like you may not have any important people in their lives, so you don't know that someone will become particularly stubborn after experiencing these, so he is very resistant to certain things and people." Caesar pointed to his chest and smiled strangely, "The psychologist said, this is a disease!"

"Caesar, is it very interesting for you to challenge the authority of the family?" Frost stepped down. He could not punish the two mixed races today, nor could he impeach Angers, but he had to correct Caesar's concept.

"I am just a student at Cassel College. You are a high-ranking school manager and a big man. I can't afford to offend Caesar." Caesar lay on the seat, his secretary, Pasi Gattuso, still browsing.

"Your child is so angry for the family." Frost came to the jury seat.

"Frost, please return to your position. The hearing will not allow anyone to step down privately." The vice-chancellor warned Frost, but this warning was optional for Frost.

Frost looked back and looked at the vice president with a heavy expression, "Listen, Cassel College is just a project for the Gattuso family. The Gattuso family will not be unable to survive if they leave the academy, but if the academy leaves the academy, they will lose important financial and technical support. Please find out your positioning and me."

Frost straightened the bow on the neckline and glanced at the vice principal. In fact, he didn't need to play this kind of house-playing game with these children. He was also annoyed. He only tried to get the right to store the keel.

At this time, Caesar smiled again, "Uncle, do you know? Actually, I have always refused things like blood. I asked me to participate in the Nibelungen Project. I have prepared for a long time and prepared many lines, but I think these are not important now."

"Caesar, what's wrong with you?" Frost couldn't understand what his nephew did. "You are a rare genius in the family for a century, and your bloodline is first-class. You should become the leader of the hybrid species. In fact, you have been working hard and striving forward. The Nibelungan Project will help you grow into a 'hybrid king'."

"Bloodline... ridiculous thing, do you think my blood is noble? Have you forgotten that half of my bloodline comes from the humble Gulwig?"

"You are still thinking about your mother's affairs. Her death has nothing to do with the family. The family has arranged a grand funeral for her. Her body was buried in Westminster Abbey, and the pope personally presided over her funeral."

"Stop funny, we are a dragon-slaying family, unlike those scattered mixed races. We are strong and confident and unbeliever. Can you be considered compensation?" Caesar laughed, "When my mother died, the man was still fooling around with a bitch in the bed. The acting head is now an elderly person with half body buried in the soil. There are also stubborn and pedantic old man lying on the hospital bed, carrying a ventilator, and using extremely expensive dragon blood serum to exchange blood and prolong life every day, interfering with various things. A family and several forces, is this still a family?"

"Caesar, this is a family matter, you don't understand." Frost seemed a little surrendered.

"I don't understand. I am just an outsider. You want to use me as a gun. I, Caesar, are not a fool. Don't I know that I want to be the emperor and treat me as a puppet emperor. You create kings while restricting kings. You are really a democratic family and implement 'constitutional monarchy', right?" Caesar's eyes shining.

"I don't know if that man is really smart or a complete waste stallion. If he knew that he would be impeached by you for power, he deliberately pretended to be a waste and endured humiliation, then I admire him, but his attitude towards his mother was like those bitches who had lost their lives. He did nothing, you know..." Caesar shook his head and snorted coldly.

"What conditions do you have? You can open with me. I promise to meet all your requirements. As long as you accept the Nibelungan plan, understand?" Frost made a concession.

"I refuse." The three words Caesar spit out casually called Frost's furious hair. Frost's voice was completely harsh. "If you are so stubborn and childish, then your marriage and Chen Motong's family will not agree."

There was a little surprise on Pasey's face, and he shook his head hard at Frost, but Frost had already said it and had no intention of repentance.

If Caesar doesn't eat soft methods, he can only be tough.

"Oh?" Caesar opened his mouth gently.

The atmosphere at the scene was so silent that everyone in the jury was confused, but as Frost said, Gattuso was the big funder of the academy, and everyone was silent and waiting for the family ethics drama to be finished.

Lu Mingfei raised his head. If Caesar could not marry Nuonuo, wouldn't that be...

A thief smile appeared on Lu Mingfei's face. Xia Mi poked Lu Mingfei's arm and her delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Okay, if you don't agree, I will change my name today. I will remove Gatuso's surname. From now on, I will not be from the Gatuso family." Caesar said as he stood up and grabbed Nono's hand. Passi stopped Caesar, "Please calm down, young master."

"Parcy, please get out of the way for your long-term talk with me." Caesar never stings with his friends.

"Caiser, don't be willful. The family hopes you are good. Everything I do is for you. If it weren't for you to grow up, I wouldn't have dragged this old bone with those old guys all day long. I'm very tired. You have to know me well!"

Frost saw that Caesar was not good at eating soft and hard, and his voice was filled with a hint of crying. This old man in his seventies tried to regain Caesar's opinion of him.

"If you still regard me as the future head of the family, then you... kneel down and talk to me now." Caesar turned his head, his voice calmed down, but his eyes were cold. Frost shook his head, "I am the acting head now, I can't do this, I have something to say!"
Chapter completed!