Dragon Clan, First Word of Power: Gojo Satoru

Chapter 28 "Friendship and Love" Kassel

"One against three"

"Can't afford it"

"Royal Flush"

Two joker cards were thrown out with a thunderous roar, and Su An ended the battle.

Guderian and Fingerton were immediately dejected.

Fingel yelled at his teammates, "Why didn't you give me the signal! I thought you had the trump card!"

Guderian glared at Fingel: "How can a teacher cheat? Besides, I also thought you had the trump card."

After he finished speaking, he reluctantly took out more than a dozen leave slips and placed them in front of Su An.

Su An smiled as he looked at the mountain of leave requests in front of him. Based on the number of these requests, he could take leave for four years in a row without any side effects, because it was a bet between him and Professor Guderian.

"If Manstein knew I'd signed so many sick leave papers, he'd kill me—"

Even Guderian, usually oblivious to everything, couldn't help but groan and sigh.

Two hours earlier, Suan and Fingel had just gotten into the car when they encountered Professor Guderian.

After completing the necessary orientation, Professor Guderian earnestly requested Suan to share Chinese culture, as the bespectacled professor had a great interest in China.

It was this damned interest that led Professor Guderian down a path of no return.

It started when they were chatting and the topic turned to the poker game Dou Dizhu.

Professor Guderian quickly pointed out that mathematics could be used to quickly master these kinds of games, and he was confident in his memory and mathematical talent.

So Suan proposed a bet: he would be the landlord, and Professor Guderian and Finger would be the farmers.

If Su An wins, he will receive ten leave slips.

If Guderian wins, he will receive 100 days of free work from Suan, with no restrictions on the content.

For Professor Guderian, this bet was very cost-effective, both in terms of probability and reward—after all, who could refuse an S-class student working for them for free?

Guderian's laboratory happened to have a large batch of dragon cells that needed to be cultured, and there was a severe shortage of skilled workers, so he readily agreed to Su An's bet.

"Perhaps on the path of slaying dragons, you, as an S-rank, will shine brightly."

But when it comes to math and memory, this old man is not willing to admit defeat.

"I'm going to take these S-grade workers!"

That's what Professor Guderian said at the time. He was very confident then, and he played his first card with great arrogance.

But as the game unfolded, Professor Guderian began to sense something was wrong!

He felt particularly uncomfortable every time he played cards.

Su An seemed to have seen through his trump card, and every move he made was precisely aimed at his weak point.

Did he cheat?

Guderian thought for a moment, then shook his head.

He brought the deck himself, and he personally checked his hand and shuffled the deck himself.

Su An had no chance to cheat.

Could it be the power of words?

However, the golden eyes should light up when the power of words is released.

However, the S-rank student's eyes remained calm, and he did not release any incantations.

The more Guderian thought about it, the more frustrated he became.

Is he really out of touch with the times?

Are S-class students really that all-around capable?

Is it even inferior to his proud memory and mathematical deduction skills?

Guderian couldn't take it anymore, and during the reshuffling, he and Fingel exchanged a glance.

Fingel said sadly, "Professor, why don't you use that? You can't win if you don't use that."

Su An raised her eyebrows curiously: "What's 'that'?"

"Cough cough"

Fingel cleared his throat and swung his right hand.

Next, I will introduce you to—

He is the top scorer in the Kassel College Texas Hold'em Championship.

The god of Texas Hold'em, feared by both teachers and students—

Professor Guderian!

Guderian blushed under Su An's strange gaze.

He instinctively defended himself, saying, "It's just entertainment when I'm bored; after all, research can get tedious if it goes on for too long."

"Okay, let's play Texas Hold'em!"

Under Guderian's surprised gaze, Su An gently held up three fingers.

"The condition is that the chips are tripled."

"Huh?" Guderian exclaimed in surprise, "Trillion?"

"Yes, triple it. If I win, I get thirty leave slips."

"If you win, Professor Guderian, you can let me work for you for free for 300 days, the work is unlimited."

While Guderian hesitated, Su An added another point.

"Professor, every time you win, you get half of the leave slip from me."

If you win twice in a row, you can get back all the leave slips you signed.

You don't want to get caught by the disciplinary committee, do you?

"Sold! Sold! Sold!"

This is exactly what Professor Guderian, who deeply regrets signing the leave slip, wanted!

He was unwilling to face Manstein's intimidation!

Professor Guderian called over a flight attendant to act as the dealer and enthusiastically stroked his hand of cards.

Even a gentle professor like Guderian couldn't help but show a confident smile when he encountered a field he liked and was proficient in.

"Su An, you'll regret your decision today..."

Su An responded with a smile.

...................

One hour later.

Guderian slumped completely onto the table, as if all his marrow had been drained, muttering, "This is impossible."

Su An smiled and crossed her arms, gathering the leave slip in front of her.

If the pile of leave requests an hour ago was just a small mountain, then now the leave requests have accumulated into a towering mountain.

Su An's terrifying record allowed him to conquer the mountain before him; he had never lost a single battle.

Fingel, who was just passing by, stared blankly: "These sick leave slips are enough for ten years of leave, do you really still need to go to school?"

"It's necessary. I have a dragon that I must kill, and another dragon that I may have to face. I need Kassel College."

Guderian was filled with awe, and he suddenly felt absurdly that his leave request might not be so bad after all.

Perhaps this helps give geniuses more time to develop themselves.

"Manstein should understand me, um, he definitely will..."

Even professors were fooled.

Fingel covered his face, unable to bear watching any longer.

Suddenly, a gentle female voice from the flight attendant came over the train's intercom:

"The train has arrived at the next station, Kassel College."

The train slowly slowed down, and green lawns, crimson cobblestone streets, and castle-like buildings passed by the window.

Su An sighed, "It's hard to imagine that such a beautiful place was used to cultivate a group of murderers."

"Most of the students are very friendly."

Goodry reassured him, pointing to a building.

"That's the Equipment Department down there. Stay far away from those lunatics there, or you'll be in big trouble one day."

Su An recalled the principal's watch and immediately nodded with a wry smile.

The car door slowly opened, and Su An followed Guderian out.

The towering white clouds and the elegant pagodas—everything was so beautiful.

"You see, Kassel College is very friendly," Guderian said with a smile.

Just as he finished speaking, a loud explosion occurred!

A vicious bullet, carrying immense kinetic energy, pierced Guderian's body, leaving a smoking hole in his shabby suit, from which a splatter of blood gushed out.

Suddenly, a piercing alarm blared across the sky, echoing throughout the campus like a roaring, rampaging ghost.

Fingel looked down at Guderian's corpse.

"It's over!"

Peng!

Another bullet pierced Fingel's body, the immense kinetic energy knocking him to the ground.

Fingel looked at Su An and, barely able to speak, uttered his last words—"The braised pork ribs in the cafeteria are delicious... Avenge me..."

The lives of this teacher and student ended so abruptly.