Devil Yan had poured out everything he knew, and Meng Chao had benefited immensely. The most immediate result was that more and more gray skills could now be lit up.
Looking at the densely packed skill list, Meng Chao's heart blossomed with joy. He wished he could race against every second and make more contributions to the people of Dragon City.
There was something else, too. Perhaps his handling of Zuo Haoran's issue had been too eye-catching, or perhaps Devil Yan and the school leadership had praised his recent performance. During this period, Meng Chao often "ran into" Principal Sun in the cafeteria.
Meng Chao wanted to show off a little in front of Principal Sun. This famed "Heavy Cannon" had to at least be an Elite Citizen, right? Maybe even some kind of "Legendary Citizen" or Epic Citizen.
If Principal Sun grasped some profound and mysterious martial truth under his guidance, how many Contribution Points could that bring in?
Unfortunately, the shriveled little old man was too old, and the injuries he had suffered back then were too severe. He had not made a move in many years. He had come to Ninth High School to retire and did not pay much attention to the students' studies. Other than basking in the sun and dozing off in a corner of the Sports Field all day, he loved burrowing into the cafeteria to enthusiastically study nutritious lunch recipes with the chefs.
Principal Sun was approachable. He carried the same stainless-steel tray as the students, and ate even worse than National College Entrance Examination candidates—nothing but Luncheon Meat made from Earthworm Meat.
Meng Chao felt rather embarrassed by this and wanted to share some of the all-natural monster flesh on his tray with the old principal.
"You eat it. Eat more.