Principal Theodore, who believed in God, had extremely rich imagination.

Doug, who had no idea at all, gently closed the door of the principal's office.

Although Donto outside the door had a cold face and seemed to have no expression, his complicated eyes had already exposed his surging thoughts.

Yes, who would have thought that the little homeless man who had transformed into a principal's student a few days ago?

"Hello, Donto!" Doug said in a relaxed mood.

Although becoming a student of Principal Theodore, you need to transfer some of your fame and fortune, you will only get more.

Today's America is different from later generations. Both the upper and lower levels advocate knowledge and respect those who master knowledge.

The United States, which is not full of anti-intellectualism, has a teacher with students all over the world, and how much convenience it has is self-evident.

"Hello." Donto, as the confidant of Principal Theodore, bowed slightly to greet him.

Doug accepted everything calmly without the panic of the little person. He no longer paid attention to this "big villain" who had caused him a lot of trouble in the past. Instead, he was thinking in his heart how to maximize the interests of becoming the Yale School principal student Theodore.

Just as he was imagining the future, Williams suddenly rushed over in panic. When he saw Doug, he was like a camel in the desert, seeing a delicious and juicy cactus, and suddenly pounced on him.

"Old...teacher! Something big happened! They...they are going to burn all the "monopoly"!" Williams said in a panic. The quick running caused some ugly folds in the gentleman suit on him who was not suitable for intense exercise.

When Doug heard the news, he nodded and waited for Williams to stabilize his emotions before asking, "Who are they? Who are they? What are the main constitutive groups? Who is the leader?"

Williams looked at Doug's calm look and he slowly calmed down.

He frowned and thought hard, trying his best to see the scene he had just seen in his mind, "There are many people, holding white banners, and the momentum is very strong. The leader is... Professor Wilwin, he... Behind him is the lecturer Scott. There are many teachers and students left...

Mr. Scott held a torch in his hand and rushed up roughly, snatching all the "Monopoly" you handed over to me. Sprinkle grease and burn it!

Teacher...I...I'm not able to do what you gave me!"

Williams became more and more aggrieved as he spoke. As he spoke, tears in his eyes actually smashed onto the ground.

"It's good that people are fine." Doug comforted absent-mindedly. Listening to Williams's slightly unfocused description, he knew who was the one who was looking for trouble.

Lecturer Scott, the one who was beaten by Doug on the podium and hung on the blackboard, became a joke for the entire Yale Academy.

Professor Wilwin is also the teacher of Scott's lecturer.

It seems...revenge is coming!

Is it not a bad enough to lose once, and isn’t the lesson deep enough?

Doug patted Williams' sobbing body, held his head and chest up, and walked forward with a fighting spirit.

Williams looked up and saw Doug's back, and he shouted, "Teacher, don't go, danger!"

"Dangerous? How dangerous? Do they have guns?" Doug asked, holding the civilized stick in his hand.

Williams subconsciously shook his head when he heard Doug ask if there was a gun.

Douglas said, "Since they have no guns and no threat of life, why be afraid? Williams, you look like a timid groundhog."

"They have a lot of people..." Williams said with a slightly red face when he heard Doug's scolding.

"A large number of people means that their voice is loud, and loud voice does not mean that they make sense! What's more, they have snatched away all the "monopoly" in your hands, which threatens your personal safety. Even if they don't come to me, I will ask them for an explanation!" Doug said in a sonorous voice.

Williams was so moved that he couldn't help himself when he heard Doug's concern for personal safety, he mustered up the courage and shouted emotionally, "Teacher, I'll go with you!"

Doug walked out of the slightly cold corridor, the warm sunshine enveloped him, and unknown birds chirped on the branches. On the way was a group of mobs.

The long white banner is attached with black dye, accusing the chaos brought to school teaching order by the game "Monopoly".

"You need to study, don't entertain, get out of Yale with Monopoly!"

There are at least dozens of people standing behind the banner, and they can't tell who is who.

There are two people standing in front of the banner, Professor Wilwin on the left and Lecturer Scott on the right.

One person was solemn and solemn in formal attire, while the other person held a torch in his hand was majestic.

Doug's eyes were calm and fearless, even though he was the only one with himself and cowardly Williams.

Williams once again saw so many people, and his legs began to become weak again. The inexplicable pressure was pressing on him like the entire Berkshire Mountain, making him breathless.

It seems that as long as he adds even a grain of dust, he will collapse.

but……

When he saw Doug's slightly thin but extremely firm figure, he suddenly seemed to have strength.

The curved back gradually straightened, and the collapsed mentality gradually closed.

When he stood up completely, he found himself standing on the top of a mountain. Those who had just put great pressure on him looked down like a group of ants.

When the two sides confronted each other, the students who came from all over the world not only occupied a large area of ​​lawn, but also pushed open the windows of nearby buildings to watch in all aspects.

Professor Wilwin felt that there were enough people, so he shouted loudly, "Doug Clayden! Are you going to destroy Yale?"

Doug took two steps forward, without making any excuses for his behavior, but asked directly, "Professor Wilwin, why do you say that?"

Professor Wilwin's momentum stagnated. Williams's previous appearance of fleeing in panic gave him an illusion that Doug Clayden would kneel on the ground and pray to God for his forgiveness when he saw him.

But at present, this damn little beggar has no intention of repentance.

It's simply a devil tempted by Lucifer.

He sorted out his thoughts a little, cleared because he always talked endlessly, suffered from severe pharyngitis and said loudly, "Doug Clayden! You were just a little tramp. My student Scott was kind-hearted and allowed you to listen. When you did what? You used your fallacy to argue with him.

You use your distorted cognition to fool their teachers instead of students writing papers.

You are still using your ridiculous game to erode students' thoughts.
Chapter completed!