Hunting High School

After attending the meeting of the "Seven Deadly Sins" last time, Friedman has been troubled by the tasks issued by the Condemned Envoy.

The second thing is fortunately, the lord has given him half a year of preparation time, at least within this semester, he doesn't need to worry too much about it.

But the first thing is pretty head-scratching.

Ending the farce of the murloc tribe and maintaining the stability and unity of the school—this matter was handed over to a student of a secret society, which was originally a very funny thing. What's more, the conflict between the two colleges has been going on for a long time, and the obvious differences in school-running philosophy and college system are only obvious conflicts.

The deeper conflict lies in Jiuyou Academy's attempt to regain the glory of the millennium and challenge the new order established by Alpha Academy for hundreds of years.

If Friedman were to choose between the two colleges, he could come up with a hundred different plans.

But to reconcile the conflicts between the two academies, he suspected that the moment he opened his mouth, he would be burned to ashes by the monstrous anger that ignited in Alpha Castle.

In view of the sensitivity and difficulty of this matter, after thinking for a long time, he finally chose to start from an obscure corner. Push his cousin who has both Alpha and Jiuyou Academy traits and is closely connected with him to the foreground as a proxy and temptation.

If things happen, everyone is happy; if things are not harmonious, as Matthew Karen is a freshman, he will not be deliberately targeted.

At this moment, after hearing his cousin asking if he had any specific plans, the corner of Sir Friedman's mouth curled down, showing a embarrassed look: "Almost not."

He said, raising the glass of orange-red blood wine in his hand, and made a metaphor: "After the students of the two colleges meet in the hunting ground, they are like the bulls in Pamplona in July, just rushing with red eyes. Going up, you don’t pay attention to tactics and skills at all, and the harder you fight, the louder the cheers and applause you win.”

Pamplona is a small city in Spain, famous for its annual running of the bulls.

"It's like someone inserted a red-hot iron rod into their ass, sir!" The full-length mirror happily interjected. It didn't know when it shook off the blanket hanging on its body, revealing half of its mirror face again.

Sir Friedman's face turned pale, and his lips were tightly pursed.

Matthew twitched the corner of his mouth: "This is really a bad metaphor."

He silently mourned for the mirror for a few seconds in his heart. If he guessed correctly, after he left this lounge, his cousin would definitely smash the impolite mirror into pieces.

"...But it depends on man." Sir Friedman turned around stiffly, picked up the blanket again, and firmly covered the mirror—this time he tied the mirror several times with a thin ribbon ——At the same time, he gritted his teeth and said: "Appropriate comfort and methods can always calm them down... from Pamplona's bull to a docile Indian god bull."

The Indian God Bull has always been famous for its pacifist spirit of "do not fight back when hit or cursed".

"Appropriate comfort and means?" Matthew repeated this sentence softly.

"To make students in both colleges think they've won," Sir Friedman added.

It's hard, it's almost impossible, and no one is an idiot. Matthew Karen murmured in his heart, but didn't have the courage to break his cousin's unrealistic thoughts.

"How can we make both sides think they won?" Matthew tried his best to make own ask a little more sincerely.

"Propaganda." Sir Friedman tapped the glass wall of the wine glass with his fingertips, heard the 'ding ding' sound from it, and said softly: "The same piece of glass, when you tap on different positions, Different voices will be heard. What we have to do is to choose the voice that the students of the two colleges like to hear, and knock it on for them.”

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The premise is that you own the controlling stake in the school newspaper and the Beta Town Post, Matthew Karen muttered in his heart.

"Of course, this is just an idea...so I just said 'hardly any'." Sir Friedman quickly retracted his gaze from the cup and looked at Matthew: "But I hope you can think about it in this matter." play an own role on the

"You are a student of Jiuyou College, but your spirit also belongs to Alpha College. This is your advantage. You can definitely unite classmates like you and become the glue between the two colleges."

"Sir Alfred Tennyson once said, 'A heart is more precious than a crown, and faith is better than blood,'"

There was a trace of compassion on Sir Friedman:

"As true alpha people, we hope that our own position will gain the support of more classmates, but we don't want this support to be based on chaos, bloodshed or even sacrifice."

"Faith is better than blood." Matthew chewed on this poem, and his consciousness suddenly went astray.

He realized how to choose the problem that had troubled him for a long time. Now that you are in Jiuyou College, you should fight to maintain Jiuyou's belief.

The discussion between the two young blood races did not last long.

After understanding his cousin's thoughts, Matthew Karen quickly chose a suitable opportunity to leave to avoid disturbing his cousin for too long.

Before leaving, he remembered those busy figures in the corridors of Fort Alpha, and asked casually:

"I passed by the corridor on the third floor of Fort Alpha when I came, and I saw some people hanging silver curtains... what are they doing?"

"Wednesday is a small party for blood friends, and they are setting up a stage for speakers." Sir Friedman took the hot towel handed by the elf, wiped his hands, then shook his head, complaining: " They had a more elegant option."

Matthew doesn't know what his cousin's supposedly more elegant choice is - he's more inclined to his habitual criticism - and he's not at all interested in that little party, but he's never going to show it:

"It's really exciting."

He pretended to seem a little interested in the party.

"It's a complete waste of time and money." Sir Friedman criticized unceremoniously: "Every additional gathering like this will strengthen the hatred between the colleges and widen the rift between the two colleges... It is completely impossible Understand why the Academy would allow such behavior. And put that prejudiced fellow Soprano in charge of it."

Matthew raised his eyebrows inwardly.

He wasn't sure if his cousin's anger was because the Hemophiliacs had handed over these matters to Soprano, or because his cousin was genuinely worried about the growing animosity between the houses. He felt more like the former.

"Isn't that how the club works?" Matthew persuaded in a low voice: "By building a real opponent, we can achieve the purpose of uniting friends and partners; use their language, slogan and vision to add glory to the badge of the college. Add color."

Sir Friedman gave his cousin a surprised look.

"It seems that you have learned how to chat in the adult world." His expression was full of appreciation: "Use those flashy and empty words to pile up your opinions and make the clichés more elegant."