Chapter 169 The White-Haired Nun

Joan was not confused by the generous conditions offered by the student loan agent, but instead became vigilant and asked Charles Fitzgerald directly:

"Excuse me, what price do I have to pay for these preferential treatment?"

"You just need to agree to modify one of the terms of the contract, changing the originally stipulated five years of service to the company after graduation to ten years, that's all." Mr. Fitzgerald said with a smile.

"Change the contract period from five years to ten years?" Joan thought for a while, then shook his head firmly: "Sorry, I don't want to revise the contract, so be it, goodbye!"

"Mr. Vader, Mr. Vader..."

Fitzgerald chased after two steps, and found that Joan had no intention of turning back, so he could only stop dejectedly, shaking his head and sighing with disappointment.

"Poor boy from the country, he really doesn't know how to flatter him!" Martin Smith cursed in a low voice.

"You have the guts to say it? Aren't you a poor boy from the countryside too!" Charles Fitzgerald gave him a hard look, "Although Joan Vida is poor, he is a genius with a bright future, and sooner or later he will Well-developed! What about you? After eight years of schooling, you still haven’t got your diploma, so you plan to continue dawdling in school, being a slave to Walter Lee for the rest of your life, and being treated as a joke forever?”

Martin Smith was flushed with embarrassment at his swearing, and bit his lips tightly in embarrassment.

After venting his anger, Charles Fitzgerald's face softened, and he patted him on the shoulder to show comfort: "Forget it this time, you have to remember this lesson, and don't look away from it in the future!"

Martin Smith's face turned blue and pale, and he was suffering beyond words.

When Qiao An took the entrance examination, he was indeed just a mage apprentice with mediocre talent. Who would have thought that in less than half a year, he would undergo an earth-shaking transformation, from a mediocre talent to the top three geniuses in this year's freshmen. At the beginning, he would not have persuaded Joan to choose a warlock major.

They all came from poor backgrounds in the countryside, and they were all students of Leiden College. Looking at Joan Vida in "The Sparrow Turns into a Phoenix", and thinking about his miserable situation without a glimmer of hope, Martin Smith felt more and more ashamed, low He lowered his head and bit his lip before barely holding back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes.

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The current president of Leiden College, Mr. Alexander Jefferson, is a famous lawyer, political scientist and enlightenment thinker in the New World.

Mr. Principal is six feet three inches tall, slender and strong, with sharp-edged face, very rosy complexion, golden-red hair with light brown streaks; gray eyes, simple clothes, and slovenly appearance.

Joan's first impression of the principal was that he was kind and approachable. However, as the head of a school, being too easy-going is not always a good thing. Mr. Jefferson's speech is the complete opposite of his tall and dignified image. He has a pleasant face, speaks slowly, and has no momentum at all.

This way of talking is very suitable in small and quiet places such as the living room, classroom or court. The audience can sit around Mr. Jefferson and listen to his speech attentively. I am deeply impressed.

However, this kind of "salon party" speech style lacks enthusiasm in a auditorium of thousands of people, and its appeal is greatly reduced. Joan, who is sitting in the last row, is struggling to hear what the principal is saying. Can't help but drowsy.

While Joan was trying to fight against the drowsiness, Thomas was already lying on the bench in the last row of the auditorium with his legs crossed, and dozed off with his hat on his face.

It wasn't until the second half of the opening ceremony, when a vice-principal with a loud voice came on stage to speak, that Master Thomas was woken up, sat up with a big yawn, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and he tugged at Joan's sleeves, He lowered his voice and said excitedly: "Pay attention to the girl on the left in the sixth row, the one in the seminary uniform and white headscarf...the figure looks good!"

Joan looked in the direction of his finger. Sure enough, there was a girl wearing a long black dress and her hair wrapped in a white scarf. The wide nun uniform could not hide her slender back and slender waist. Unfortunately, she couldn't see her appearance clearly.

For the next time, Thomas kept looking at that beautiful back, feeling itchy. After finally surviving the opening ceremony, the principal announced the end of the meeting, and the students stood up and left one after another.

"Go! The opportunity is here!"

Thomas gave Joan a wink, and rushed into the crowd impatiently, chasing the girl from the seminary with a moving back.

Joan noticed the condemning gazes from around him, and quickly turned his head to one side, pretending not to recognize Thomas, and did not follow until Thomas was far away.

After leaving the auditorium, Joan quickly walked down the steps. From a distance, I saw Thomas following the lone girl, whistling hard.

The students walking in front turned their heads to look at Thomas, but the girl seemed to sense that he was up to no good. Instead of turning her head back, she deliberately quickened her pace.

After all, Thomas was a son of a famous family. He couldn't bear to chase after him like a street hooligan, jokingly strike up a conversation, and move his hands and feet. Seeing that the girl was about to walk away, he came up with a crooked idea in a hurry—quickly cast " magic trick," calling a gust of wind to blow off her turban.

"Successful!"

Thomas pumped his fist excitedly, rushed forward to pick up the kerchief, intending to take the opportunity of returning the kerchief to strike up a conversation with the girl with a charming back, and take a look at her appearance by the way.

At the same time Thomas bent down to pick up the kerchief, the girl turned her head, her delicate and pretty face was full of fright, and the black hair that was not covered by the kerchief and hung down to her waist instantly became white as snow, like countless slender strands. The silver snake squirmed violently, and suddenly rolled towards Thomas, tightly wrapping around his neck.

Thomas had no time to dodge before he was tightly strangled by the weird white hair, his face turned purple, and he couldn't breathe, let alone call for help.

However, the girl's beautiful hair became as hard as a steel wire, and he couldn't break free no matter how hard he tried. Blood oozes from the neck entangled in layers of hair, and the long silver hair shines brightly, which is shocking.

The incident happened so suddenly, Thomas collapsed on the ground and lost consciousness after a brief struggle, his pair of lifeless eyeballs bulged upwards, as if they were about to leave their sockets.

The girl with white hair like snow stood beside him blankly, letting her long hair keep squeezing Thomas' neck, her face full of horror and bewilderment.

Seeing this strange and terrifying scene, the crowd of onlookers were also full of astonishment, not understanding what was going on.

Today is five o'clock