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Chapter 184

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Someone stole an electric scooter? That was the first thought that flashed through Meg's mind. However, on second thought, there was no such thing as an electric scooter in this world. It was just that the sound of the alarm was too similar. Logically speaking, there shouldn't be such a sound in this world.

Could it be that triple alarm anti-theft lock? Someone stole the scooter? Meg's expression suddenly became a little strange, and he quickened his pace. In his previous life, his scooter had been stolen several times. Some of them were professional racing scooters, and some of them were even limited edition. He still felt the pinch, and hated bike thieves to the core.

When Mag arrived at the school gate, he looked out, and was immediately taken aback by what he saw. There was already a group of people surrounding the bicycle, and all of them were standing on their tiptoes and craning their necks to look inside. Some of them were parents who had brought their children here early in the morning, some of them had the Chaos School teacher badge on their chests, and some of them were passersby who had been drawn here by the alarm.

The ear-piercing alarm came from the middle of the crowd, accompanied by a few cat meows.

What's going on now? Meg raised an eyebrow. It seemed that the scooter hadn't been stolen. After all, the old man and the orc were standing at the side watching.

"You're here. Look at this …" The old man's eyes lit up when he saw Meg. However, he was a little speechless when he saw the crowd around the scooter.

"This is?" Meg was a little confused. A scooter shouldn't attract such a crowd, right?

"Principal Haider, the person you're looking for is here." The orc also stood on his tiptoes and shouted into the crowd.

"He's here? Alright, the owner is here. Let's disperse. There's nothing to see here. " Haider's voice came from the crowd, and the crowd immediately parted to make way for Haider and the scooter. They all looked at Meg.

"Hello, young man. I'm Haider, the principal of the Chaos School's School of Mechanical Engineering. I saw you riding this scooter past me this morning, and I'm very curious about what it is. Did you invent this all by yourself? "Haider asked Meg with a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with urgency.

This novelty two-wheeled object piqued everyone's curiosity. It was completely different from a horse-drawn carriage. It was like an exquisitely carved piece of art, and was very eye-catching. Many people thought that it was a new sculpture from Chaos School.

Of course, what made everyone even more curious was how this thing could make such an ear-piercing sound. Could it be magic? Or was there a life form that could make sounds hidden inside?

Hearing Haider's question, everyone looked at Meg, wanting to hear his explanation.

"Hello, Dean Haider. This is a bicycle. Let's say I invented it." Meg saw that the scooter was in perfect condition, and Ugly Duckling was still in the basket. It was meowing happily at the sight of Haider, so he immediately felt relieved. He walked up to Haider with a smile.

Chaos School was divided into the primary school and the Haohai school. The primary school was similar to compulsory education, while the Haohai school was similar to a university. In order to provide all kinds of talents to the Gray Temple and the city lord's castle, it was divided into all kinds of departments, such as the School of Magic, the School of Mechanical Engineering, the School of General Languages, and so on.

This old man, who should be over 60 years old, was the principal of the School of Mechanical Engineering. It was not difficult to understand why he was so interested in the scooter.

"Scooter …" Haider murmured softly. His eyes lit up. A bicycle that could walk on its own. What a wonderful name. He looked at the scooter that was still meowing, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, young man. I just touched your scooter, and it wouldn't stop meowing."

Everyone was also looking at Mag with curiosity in their eyes. They wanted to know if Mag had cast some kind of magic on top of the cliff to make it yell so incessantly.

"Oh, it's alright. It's just an anti-theft alarm." Meg shook his head with a smile. He touched the scooter's lock, and the scooter was unlocked. The alarm was immediately deactivated, and the scooter was automatically unlocked.

"Meow, meow ~" Ugly Duckling meowed at Meg with a hint of eagerness in its eyes. However, it then turned toward the school as if it were looking for Amy.

"Amy has gone to class. She won't be home until noon. Let's wait for her at home." Meg patted Ugly Duckling's head. He caught sight of Dicus in the crowd, and nodded with a smile. He had just won the scooter race. He kicked off the scooter, and prepared to go home. The restaurant was going to be open for business soon.

Dicus also nodded with a smile. He had completely accepted his loss. Furthermore, Meg was able to obtain a pass from Novan, so he was definitely not an ordinary person.

"I have a few questions about this scooter that I want to ask you. Do you have time to come to my office to discuss them with me? I've been researching a way to make a scooter run on its own. If you can, perhaps you can join me in my research … "Haider looked at Meg with an earnest expression.

"The principal is inviting him to join his research? The school of mechanical engineering has been researching this for several decades."

"That's right. Apparently, the principal said 15 years ago that all participants would be handsomely rewarded for their research. There have been many people who have tried their best to get in, but even now, there are only seven core members, all of whom are top-notch blacksmiths and machinists."

All of the teachers in the school began to discuss quietly among themselves. Dicus was also quite surprised. He knew a little about Haider's research, and the city lord's castle was also very concerned about it. In fact, they had even set up a special fund to support it. If they succeeded, perhaps they would be able to completely change this world, regardless of whether it was life or war.

"Sorry, I have to go back and cook. Perhaps we can talk about it when I have time." Meg shook his head with a smile as he climbed onto his scooter. He gestured for Ugly Duckling to sit down, and prepared to leave.

It was almost time for the restaurant to open, so he really did have to go back and cook.

"H-cook?" Haider's eyes widened with incredulity as he stared at Meg. Never did he think that his request would be rejected, and with such a reason.

"He actually rejected it!" Everyone present was also looking at Mag with astonishment on their faces. This was an extremely enviable opportunity, yet Mag had turned it down in such a nonchalant manner, as if it wasn't even as important as his cooking. Was he being arrogant? Or was he being an idiot?

"Interesting." Dicus looked at Meg, and the smile on his face widened.

"Mr. Meg, what brings you here?" Right at this moment, Luna walked over from across the street with a small bag in her hand, and was quite surprised to see Meg.

"Good morning, Young Mistress Luna." Meg also nodded with a smile. Luna was wearing a long black dress today, and the scarf with the golden lily flower embroidered on it was still draped over her shoulders. It appeared that she really did like that scarf. "I'm taking Amy to class at the Magic Academy. You can come by the restaurant often when you have time. I'm going back now."

"Alright, take care." Luna nodded as she looked on at Meg's departing figure with a surprised expression. What kind of special vehicle was that?

"He's leaving! And … he's so fast! He's even faster than running! "Everyone was also quite surprised at the sight of Meg's departing figure.

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