"Chief, we have the latest news about S-class."

"Oh, at this point, the 3E exam hasn't started yet, right?"

"It's the Night Watch forum. Someone has opened a bet related to S-class. One is to bet on whether he can pass the 3E exam. Currently..."

"Next."

"There is no need to understand this boring gambling game, it is a waste of time."

"clear."

"There is another bet, which is to bet on the serial number of the S-class awakened spirit."

"interesting."

"let me see."

Caesar held the notebook and clicked on the post.

Quickly browse the five options offered by the bookmaker.

The eyes especially linger on the last two.

Are there spoken spirits outside the periodic table, or wordless spirits?

I glanced at the deadline and saw that there were still ten minutes left before the order was finalized.

The 3E exam just started at that time.

Just play a couple of them.

Caesar thought so.

After all, it's something related to S-class.

He hesitated to speak, and finally shook his head and chuckled.

Originally, Caesar wanted to ask Chu Zihang about his choice out of habit.

As old enemies, it has almost become instinct for the two of them to oppose each other.

But before he spoke again, Caesar suddenly thought that the S-class named Lu Mingfei might be more interesting than Chu Zihang.

After one day of freedom, who still cares about Chu Zihang.

Lu Mingfei, S-class, words like this have completely occupied the Night Watch forum and the vision of every teacher and student in Kassel.

Now it doesn't matter which one Chu Zihang chooses.

What matters is what the S-class awakened spirit is.

Caesar's eyes stayed on the fourth option, the mysterious spirit outside the periodic table, and he pondered for a moment.

He placed his bet.

…………

"Minister, there is a big fish!"

"Ten thousand US dollars, ID is Dicrado!"

The bustling news department suddenly fell silent.

They are all trying to digest the meaning of these four words.

Everyone knows that the two most famous people among contemporary students like to use their respective weapons as code names.

Maybe this is the old enemy.

Fighting everywhere, trying to decide the winner.

And in some places, there is an amazing tacit understanding, a rapport, or sympathy for each other.

Caesar and Chu Zihang.

Dictado and Murasame.

Speaking of which, there are indeed some special literary and artistic works circulated among certain girl groups in Kassel, in the form of comics and novels. The protagonists are Chu Zihang and Caesar. They are very popular and receive rave reviews, but curious girls

I have tried several times to find the author's identity information, but to no avail. I only know that each booklet is priced at ten dollars and someone will pick it up at a fixed time, rain or shine.

The paparazzi of the Information Department did not expect that just a small bet would lead to Caesar's fate.

But when they thought about it, they suddenly realized. This is no wonder. After all, it is S-level. Things related to S-level, even if he only ate five elbows for breakfast, he is worthy of being in the top ten of the Night Watch, let alone

Bet on something as important as his speaking ability.

It can be said that everything related to S-class is no small matter.

"What bet did our distinguished First Gentleman place?"

"E."

"Caesar thinks that S-class can't awaken the spirit of speech!"

There was a commotion in the press department.

"How is that possible!"

"Does Caesar have any special news?"

"Maybe he was just joking. After all, I just suffered a loss at the hands of S-class yesterday."

"Come on, the president of the student union is not such a small-minded guy."

"Wait, maybe I know what he is thinking!"

"Don't forget, Caesar's girlfriend, the red-haired Nono, is rumored to be a Grade A silent soul."

"So, it's not impossible that S-class doesn't have a word spirit."

Victor asked Fingel.

"Minister, what do you mean?"

Fingel was trying hard to pour the last bit of Coke in the cup into his mouth, with his tongue stretched out and his expression ferocious, not to mention how funny he looked.

Victor kept a serious face, waiting for their minister to lick the drop of coke.

Fingel let out a contented sigh.

"Oh, you ask me?"

He threw away the Coke cup and let out a loud burp.

"What can I mean?"

"It's an honor for me to have the same opinions as the great Mr. Chief. Do you understand, Victor?"

"But the bet."

"It doesn't matter, there are enough people choosing B and C, and some will make money. Trust me, some will definitely make money."

Suddenly someone exclaimed again.

"Murasame!"

"It's Chu Zihang, he also placed a bet!"

"The president of the Lion Heart Association chose...C, a high-ranking Word Spirit with a serial number of over 100!"

"very good!"

Fingel's two strong thighs kicked off the edge of the table, and the computer chair slid out with a rumble and stopped in the middle of the room.

"There are still five minutes until lockout!"

"The last five minutes!"

"Everyone cheer up!"

Perhaps because of the appearance of the IDs of Chu Zihang and Caesar, coupled with the popularity of the S-class, their post quickly rose and quickly occupied the front page of the Night Watch forum.

"Equipment Department! The Equipment Department has entered the scene!"

"They invested five hundred dollars on option A!"

"Damn it, option A!"

"Are these guys crazy? Compared to the wordless spirit, the S-class is less likely to awaken a low-level word spirit!"

"Looks like they're betting a week's worth of burgers!"

"The minister made another bet, E, Wu Yanling."

"The night watchman is the vice principal!"

"Even professors have a childlike innocence!"

"Shadows of Greenland, bet C."

Everyone looked at each other.

Everyone knows whose ID this is.
To be continued...