Chapter 5 It's Impossible to Pretend to Hit Someone in the Face

Chapter 5 It's Impossible to Pretend to Hit Someone in the Face
After realizing the Card Master Association's intention, Russell quickly smiled and waved his hands: "No, no, if we encounter such a situation, I believe that the well-educated people of the Ming Dynasty will stand up."

That may not be the case. There are many new card makers who are helpless when facing monsters during the high school secret realm training.

The person in charge thought secretly in his heart, although he was a little skeptical about Russell's words, he was still very satisfied with Russell's understanding.

"How about this, Mr. Luo, let's register your identity as a card maker first, and then talk about the interview."

Standing at the entrance of the branch, Russell was a little dazed as he looked at the card with the words Black Iron in his hand.

This makes me an officially registered card maker.
Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, Emerald, Diamond, Master, Palace.
I have only taken the first step.

After calming down, Russell recalled the words of the branch manager who had just claimed to be Ma Liang.

"Student Luo, we are going to do an exclusive interview with you at your school tomorrow."

"We will be responsible for contacting the school."

"The Shanghai Daily is in charge of the interview. What about Mr. Luo's opinion?"

After receiving a reward of 100,000 yuan for his bravery, what could Russell have complained about?

But I won’t get these hundred thousand until tomorrow, after all, I still need to take photos and so on.

On the way home, Russell's cell phone kept ringing.

I picked up the phone and saw it was our class teacher, Wang Ming.

"Hello? Teacher, what's wrong?"

"Russell!" The loud shout from the other end of the phone almost deafened Russell's ears.

Momo moved the phone further away: "I'm here."

Wang Ming calmed down at this time and said, "Russell, the school informed me of your heroic act. I called you to ask if you were injured."

Russell felt warm inside: "No, old class, how could a few zombies hurt me."

Hearing Russell's answer, Wang Ming felt relieved and said, "That's good. Have a good rest today and remember to tidy up your appearance tomorrow morning. That's it."

Hearing the busy tone on the phone, Russell couldn't help but laugh. Is this the only way to say this?

"Ding, welfare card."

The next day, Russell got up early and took the bus.

Today is the first day of school for all high schools in Shanghai.

"Good morning, Russell." A greasy-haired boy sat next to Russell with a schoolbag.

Russell nodded: "Morning, Mo Fang."

Mo Fang was a classmate of the original owner. His family ran a small business, so their relationship was just okay.

Just as Russell leaned his head against the window in a daze, Mo Fang suddenly started the conversation: "Speaking of which, Russell, how is your card making going?"

Seeing Mo Fang's wandering eyes, Russell couldn't help but laugh out loud. Mo Fang looked like an adolescent boy who had achieved something and wanted to show off.

As expected, Mo Fang's next sentence was: "I'm lucky. I got a black iron green card."

Mo Fang was feeling somewhat complacent at this time. If he could make a Black Iron-level green card in his senior year of high school, it would not be impossible for him to make a blue card and become a card maker if he worked hard in the future.

In his opinion, as an orphan, Russell probably didn't even try to make cards during the summer vacation.

Just as he was about to enjoy Russell's flattery, he heard the other party say lightly: "Congratulations."

Russell didn't have any idea of ​​pretending to be cool and slapping himself in the face at this time. After all, in his eyes, Mo Fang was still a child who had not yet entered society.

Mo Fang scratched his head. He always felt that there was a big difference between the Russell today and the Russell before, but he couldn't tell where the difference was.

"Ding, we've arrived at Shanghai No. 1 Middle School. Please get off the bus in an orderly manner."

"Let's go, Russell, we've arrived." Mo Fang was the first to carry his schoolbag.

When the two got off the car, Russell saw Wang Ming, the head teacher, waiting at the school gate. "Good morning, Teacher Wang." Mo Fang greeted Wang Ming honestly.

Wang Ming nodded to him, and then anxiously grabbed Russell: "Let's go quickly, everyone is waiting for you."

Watching the head teacher trotting away with Russell, Mo Fang fell into deep thought.

Then he came up with a bold guess.

Running quickly into the classroom, Mo Fang pushed open the door and shouted, "Russell might have to drop out of school and go work!"

Seeing that everyone in the class was paying attention to him, Mo Fang loudly stated his judgment.

For example, Russell was an orphan and could not continue his studies because his family had no money.

For example, I feel depressed on the bus in the morning.

For example, the head teacher was waiting for him at the school gate early in the morning.

Everyone in the class gradually came to agree with Mo Fang's judgment.

Just as the classroom was heatedly discussing whether to donate to Russell.

On the other side, Wang Ming trotted with Russell to the principal's office.

After calming his breath for a short while, Wang Ming pushed open the office door.

"Thank you, Principal. Russell is here."

"Hurry, hurry, reporter Li and Chairman Ma are waiting."

After entering the door, Russell shouted honestly: "Principal Xie, President Ma, good morning."

Ma Liang, the president of the Ning'an District Card Artists Association, said with a smile: "Kid, I told you to just call me Uncle Ma."

Then he pointed to a capable urban beauty and said, "This is reporter Li from the Shanghai Daily."

Reporter Li stepped forward and shook Russell's hand: "Hello, Mr. Luo, today we will just have a brief interview, don't be nervous."

"Mr. Luo, may I ask why you stepped forward in such a dangerous situation?"

"Because the neighbors of Happy Home need my protection, and I believe that any student from Shanghai No. 1 Middle School, or any card maker from the Card Artists Association, would stand up in that situation." Russell's words were flawless.

Upon hearing this, Principal Xie smiled with satisfaction.

Reporter Li then asked, "I heard from President Ma that you made a purple card the first time you made a deck of cards, is that right?"

Russell complained in his heart, this reporter really asked everything. Doesn't he know that card information is the biggest secret of a card maker?

But his expression remained unchanged, and he calmly replied: "I was just lucky that the story I compiled was recognized. This is inseparable from the daily teachings of No. 1 Middle School and the Association."

Principal Xie couldn't be more satisfied with Russell at this time.

He has a talent for card making and high emotional intelligence, and is indeed suitable to be trained as the face of this year's No. 1 Middle School.

After reporter Li finished recording, he said, "Please ask Mr. Luo, Principal Xie, and President Ma to stand together and take a photo."

As she spoke, she took a banner from the side and handed it to Russell: "Student Luo, hold this."

The banner read: "A brave man, a good boy who stands up for justice!"

Russell's eyes twitched, and he knew at a glance that it was Shanghai No. 1 Middle School who asked someone to do it.

Holding the banner, Russell took a photo with a fake smile on his face.

"Very good, thank you Mr. Luo for your cooperation." Reporter Li looked at the photos with satisfaction.

"Then I'll go back first?" Seeing that there seemed to be nothing for him to do, Russell asked hesitantly.

"Student Russell, please wait a moment. The association has given you a reward, and we at No. 1 Middle School also have a reward for you." Just as Russell was about to leave, Principal Xie called him.

(End of this chapter)