While talking, Ferry took out the letter that Julian had given him, and opened it directly to the boss of the arena.
In fact, Julian's letter to Ferry was only a day later than Ferry's letter to Julian.
As if guessing that he wanted to hand over all the affairs of the head student to him, Julian even attached a curse circle to the letter.
Naked threatened to curse Ferry for turning bald before he was eighteen if he didn't come back on time.
Julian really did everything he could to achieve his goal.
From here, Ferry could probably guess that there must be a lot of things going on at the Dragon Academy this year, otherwise Julian wouldn't have sent him such a letter threatening him.
As if he was afraid that the boss of the arena would not be able to understand it, Ferry specially explained the blueprint with the effect of magic circle to the boss.
"Oh, Mr. Ferry, you must go back as soon as possible and ask your friends to cancel this terrible joke."
The arena owner looks horrified when he hears he'll be bald if he doesn't go back to school on time.
Ferry put away Julian's letter to him, and sighed dumbfoundedly.
"You really think my junior is a terrible threat, don't you? Fortunately, I just won the competition and was able to return to school on time. Otherwise, I might have to choose between the bald head and the five-star dragon trainer."
Helpless, Ferry couldn't help laughing.
After bidding farewell to the boss of the arena, Ferry headed towards the nearest star inspection agency.
There are a little more materials to be submitted, but it is not complicated for Ferry.
Julian's office in Cogne imitated Cogne's handwriting, signing off on each department's event application.
Seeing Julian sitting in his seat, stamped with glasses. Cogne was stunned when he opened his office door.
However, after Julian heard that Cogne had come back, he looked up at Cogne as if Mrs. Zhu Xu had possessed her, while his subordinates were still writing their names.
"Director Cogne, don't forget about the teachers' gathering tomorrow."
Seeing other teachers approaching, Cogne hurriedly closed the door of his office.
It must not be discovered by other teachers. He, the dean of the Dragon Academy, actually asked the students to sign the documents for him.
"Okay, I'll definitely be there on time tomorrow."
After speaking, Cogne smiled and waved to the other party.
Re-opening the office door and seeing Julian still writing, Cogne silently locked the office door.
"Ahem, Chief Julian, how many applications have you approved?"
Julian glared at Cogne.
"Are you playing some silly pretend game, Derek."
Julian called Cogne by his name very bluntly.
Cogne covered his mouth and coughed twice, knowing that he had pushed the event application to Julian, and it was a bit too much to make fun of Julian at this time.
But who made Julian look like a little old-fashioned when he was sitting at his desk in a serious manner.
It was like when the grown-up at home was approving official documents.
"Sorry, you look more like the dean than I do now."
Cogne was honest with Julian.
"That's because you put all your work on me, and you don't look like a dean anymore. The lifelong honor that Dragon Academy gave you back then feels like a lie."
Cogne was not angry when he was ridiculed by Julian. He walked to Julian's side and looked at his signatures that were identical to his own.
The application for the practice field for the Department of Internal Finance was approved, and the application for the library and venue for the Department of Near Wind was also approved.
"..."
What is Julian trying to do
"The Approaching Wind Department applied for this department's practice class competition, why did you reject it?"
"Otherwise? The time they applied for the competition conflicted with the time when the Neijin Department applied for the driving range."
"Then why didn't you give the training ground to the near-wind department, but to the inner metal department? And the remote control department applied for a ball in the auditorium, but you rejected it anyway. You actually gave the application for the auditorium to the outer imperial department."
The more Cogne read Julian's reply, the more he felt that Julian was trying to provoke a terrible dispute.
"In previous years, even if there were some applications for the near-wind competition venues that were rejected, they didn't reject all of them at once? And they gave all the venues to the inner gold and outer imperial divisions that are not in a hurry
The Department of Internal Finance wanted to apply for a study club on the top floor of the library, but you were able to reject it. "
"Derek, haven't you been complaining? It would be great if the students in the wind department could devote more energy to the theory class. I also hope that the students in the inner gold department and the outer imperial department can be more enthusiastic about the practical courses. "
"It's true that I said so. But... But you can't completely reverse all four departments?!"
You don't even need to think about how desperate the students will be if these approvals go on.
As expected, Cogne shouldn't have trusted Julian to obey the rules obediently.
"Mr. Kogne, what are you worried about? Are you afraid that if these approvals go on, the four departments will fight
Dragon Academy forbids students from fighting. Unless they really don't want to stay in Dragon Academy anymore. "
Julian looked like a demon when he said this.
It was like waiting for the students of the four departments to go crazy after seeing the approval of the event.
Cogne covered his eyes, not knowing what to do with Julian.
"You should also balance the remaining activities a little bit, don't do everything in reverse. Otherwise, when the deans of the four departments ask me, I can't explain it."
Julian raised the corner of his mouth and smiled, and took out the bottom few activity applications.
"Don't worry, how can I let the deans find us? For the four departments, I have signed none of the most important games and activities."
The four departments have their own departmental assessments and extra points for activities.
For those activities that will affect the assessment and add points, just like Julian said, it's business as usual.
"..."
Cogne felt that Julian was really bad.
He deliberately reversed all other activities, except for important games. This is because I sincerely don't want students from the four departments to practice well. Then they all made a fool of themselves in the competitions of this department.
Think about those near-wind students who get headaches after seeing the theory class, engage in theoretical activities for several weeks in a row, and then suddenly have to compete in the last week of the month. That scene, just thinking about it, knows how horrible it would be.
Theoretical courses have always been a soul attack for the Near Wind Department.
After all, it was only during the entrance examination that students from the near-wind department and the remote-control department bowed their heads for their scores.
But in their normal study and life, it would really be a kind of torture to make them spend their energy on courses such as herbal medicine and special formation of biology.
"Don't worry, Mr. Kogne. I've already thought about it."
Cogne really didn't doubt Julian's thoroughness in handling affairs, but this kind of open-minded bullying made students in every department suffer. It really made Cogne don't know how to describe it.
"Take it as a different attempt. Maybe this arrangement can lead to new breakthroughs in every department?"
Cogne comforted himself and patted Julian on the shoulder.
Thanks to Julian's help, the application for the activities of the four departments was quickly distributed to representatives of several departments.
A student from the Department of External Imperial Studies who came from the Buddhist Department rubbed his eyes in disbelief when he saw the latest activity arrangement in the dormitory lounge.
"The school actually lent us the small auditorium for exhibitions! It's still three weeks in a row!"
"Really! Are you kidding me?"
A group of senior students from the Department of Foreign Imperial Affairs gathered in front of the blackboard of the notice, carefully and repeatedly reading the notice on the blackboard.
"If it's true, it's really cool!"
"That's right! Could it be that the teachers have finally realized the pain that our foreign imperial students are always unable to apply for the small auditorium?"
"I prefer to believe that the ancient clock of the Dragon Academy has manifested itself."
"Although I am very happy to see this notice, isn't the small auditorium on weekends always approved for the remote control department to hold dances
Why did you think of lending us the small auditorium this time? "
"Yes, the small hall was lent to us. Then the remote control department has no place to hold the dance?"
When the external imperial department was announcing doubts and surprises about the new event, the remote control department's neat and tidy dormitory lounge, which looked like a star hotel, was filled with unbelievable noble young masters and ladies.
"Rose, is our dance party banned by the school?"
Standing beside Rose, Xiaoxiang looked at the application for activities of the remote control department for nearly a month on the ornately bordered notice board.
"There's not even a single dance event in the chapel?!"
Obviously, Xiaoxiang is not the only one who has doubts about this question.
The students in the Department of Remote Control looked at each other in blank dismay, unable to understand the activities of the new semester.
The response of the near wind system is much more direct than that of the remote control system, which pays great attention to manners.
After seeing the recent activity arrangements, many near-wind students standing in the dormitory lounge collapsed on the spot and hugged their heads.
"Why?! Why is there no friendly match in the department? Ah! Help!"
"Why?! Why is it all library reading activities? God, I don't want to! I don't want to go to the library!"
"Mom, I want to go home. I don't want to go to school woooooooooooooooo..."
Liuli was also standing in the lounge of the Near Wind Department, feeling somewhat incomprehensible to the reactions of the seniors of the Near Wind Department.
"Representative, is there any problem with the recent event arrangement? Why do you have such a big reaction."
After Ti Lung also updated the notification bar, he shook his head with Liuli with a melancholy expression.
"In the past, our near-wind activities were all competitions on the driving range, or challenging difficult flights. For those of us who are good at flying, this is a rare relaxation and anticipation after boring studies.
But I don't know what happened this time, the school didn't even give us a practice field activity. And it's all about reading books and doing theoretical experiments.
Hey…"
Dillon couldn't speak for himself.