Know Yourself in the Dragon World

Chapter 533 Super Executive (4)

People always hope that their dreams will come true, and Chu Tianjiao also hopes that this dream of his family being reunited and living a peaceful and ordinary life from now on will come true.

He was not rich and had completely given up cigars, liquor and records. Only his hobby of photography remained. He would take a few photos of Xiaoyan and Zihang when the family of three went out for fun.

I would also set a timer to take some family photos in the sunshine, on the grass, and in the warm spring breeze.

But when he woke up, he was disturbed by the chirping of birds outside the window. When he woke up, he stared at the ceiling for a long time.

Maybe he has reached an age where he knows what he wants more, or maybe after what happened, he is a little tired of the fighting among mixed-races.

But the responsibility cannot be let go, and Chu Tianjiao wants to do more for this world.

This is not a contradiction; men are always like this, romantic about family, country and the world.

I am willing to devote myself to the people of the world, and I also hope to return home to a warm bed with my wife and children after unloading all the hard work.

Chu Tianjiao suddenly found himself a little traditional.

He put away his thoughts, got up and walked to the bed, looked at the scene downstairs, and realized that he was back in the academy.

Students came and went without hurry, birds chirped on the branches, and people walked under the shade of the trees.

On a bench not far away, a couple was being affectionate with each other.

It’s good to be young and not care about other people’s eyes at all.

The corners of Chu Tianjiao's mouth slowly rose, and he began to think about his own things again.

He thought, whether his son was in love or not, since he was so handsome, there should be many girls who liked him.

He thought, now that his son has come to the academy, the brat must have escaped. After what he had experienced, he should be found and taken away by the academy. At worst, Principal Angers would also guide him.

The knock on the door interrupted his thoughts, coming at the perfect time, just when he had just woken up.

"Are you awake?" Beowulf asked outside the door.

"Awake." Chu Tianjiao responded.

"May I come in?"

"Sure." Chu Tianjiao didn't expect that the rumored Beowulf was such a polite old man.

Beowulf pushed the door open, smiled kindly, and asked Chu Tianjiao if he was feeling unwell, and whether he was hungry or thirsty.

These polite words were not something that could be said by someone of his stature.

Chu Tianjiao responded one by one and said anxiously: "Principal Beowulf, I have a lot of questions."

"You call me the principal, so I know what doubts you have. Come with me, Flamel has prepared a dinner for you." Beowulf made an invitation.

"Dinner?" Chu Tianjiao looked out the window. The sun was hanging in the east. "Is it still morning?"

"He thought you would wake up last night, so you slept until now," Beowulf said. "He kept urging me to come and see if you were awake, and if you were, he would heat up the food from last night."

Chu Tianjiao laughed dumbly, "That is indeed the style of Teacher Flamel."

"He often does stupid things, you just get used to it. There are clothes in the closet, I'll wait for you outside the door. I need to remind you that you can't wander around the college for the time being, and you can't let the students know your identity. In other words, your file can't be made public yet, sorry."

"It's okay." Chu Tianjiao opened the closet, looked at the British-style clothes in the closet, and asked, "Whose clothes are these?"

"Your son's." Beowulf said, "Chu Zihang, 2008 Alchemy Mechanics graduate of Kassel College, A-level bloodline."

Chu Tianjiao's fingers slid over each piece of clothing, occasionally stopping.

"Brat." He smiled faintly.

……

No one would have thought that Flamel was not only a master of alchemy, but also had good cooking skills.

Thanks to his experience organizing the Flying Tigers in CN during World War II, his Chinese cooking skills are quite good.

It was a joke when he said he would heat up last night's meal when Chu Tianjiao woke up. He had already prepared the food and would start cooking as soon as Chu Tianjiao woke up.

So when Beowulf brought Chu Tianjiao to the attic, Flamel was still flipping the pot.

Because he couldn't let outsiders know that he was not in prison but was hiding in the attic to retire, Flamel could only close the windows tightly, and the smoke could not be discharged.

The whole attic is like a fairyland, filled with smoke.

"Cough cough cough cough, Flamel, what are you doing?" Beowulf did not expect such a scene.

"Damn, Beowulf, you should install a smoke extractor in the attic. I'm going crazy! Cough cough cough cough cough!" Flamel himself didn't feel much better.

"I've only been here for a short time, go find Ange!" Beowulf said dissatisfiedly.

"Yes, if that damn old rogue wakes up, I will definitely ask him for a cigarette smoker. This broken attic is no match for my bell tower!" said Flamel.

Beowulf covered his nose, "You old rogue, you still need to stay here when you wake up? Go back to your bell tower!"

"That's right!" Flamel walked out of the smoke with a cigar in his mouth, wiped his hands on his apron, and smiled.

"Teacher Flamel." Chu Tianjiao bent down and bowed.

"Long time no see, Chu Tianjiao." Flamel patted Chu Tianjiao on the shoulder, "Go to the first floor of the office and sit for a while. All the information is on the computer desk. Take your time to read it. I still need some time here."

"Okay." Chu Tianjiao hugged Flamel, "Teacher Flamel, you are still the same as before."

"I'm so old now, how can I change?" Flamel looked at the white hair on Chu Tianjiao's temple and couldn't laugh anymore.

I still remember how high-spirited Chu Tianjiao was when he took on the mission and left the academy.

Chu Tianjiao smiled silently, loosened his arms and walked downstairs.

"I feel like he's a little different from before." Flamel watched Chu Tianjiao walk down the stairs. His back was not as straight as when he was young.

"Like?" Beowulf thought Flamel had noticed something was wrong.

"It's okay. I forgot that he is a middle-aged man and has a son." Flamel ordered Beowulf: "Go to the bell tower and get my alchemical device, a rectangular box. I really can't stand this smoke."

"Are you going to blow up the attic?" Beowulf asked in surprise.

"That's a container! Idiot, I want to suck the smoke away!" Flamel really admired Beowulf's intelligence.

Chu Tianjiao sat in front of the computer, a chair that only the principal had the right to sit on.

There were a pile of file bags on the table, and he picked out the two that he was most concerned about.

Chu Zihang, Hilbert Jean Angers.

These sealed files require sufficiently high permissions to view, and Beowulf, as the temporary principal, has the authority to retrieve them.

Chu Tianjiao has the qualifications to take a look at it directly, a qualification recognized by both Beowulf and Flamel.

The past appeared before Chu Tianjiao's eyes. During the years when he was away, the world of mixed-bloods was not at peace.

It was as if the sky had completely changed color after his death, and the darkness of the typhoon had never left.