Sheldon Shawn was so intimidated that he took two steps back.

Then he calmed himself down.

Just now, Nathan Foster was sitting in the car, and he was looking down at Nathan Foster.

Now Nathan stood up, and he had to look up to talk to Nathan.

Sheldon Shawn pretended to be calm and said, "You’re not short, how many years have you been in the army? Since you like driving so much, once I graduate and go to the military district, I’ll get you to be my driver."

Sheldon Shawn deliberately reached out to pat Nathan on the shoulder to show his momentum.

But before his hand could reach Nathan’s shoulder, Nathan caught it in one move.

There was a cracking sound, and in an instant, Sheldon Shawn let out a wailing cry.

Nathan released him, throwing him to the side, and looked at him disdainfully.

"Who promised you that you could enter Aethelgard Military Academy without an entrance exam and training?" Nathan asked him coldly.

Sheldon, with his wrist in severe pain, was intimidated by Nathan’s aura. He wanted to act tough, but when he spoke, there was no momentum in his words.

"My uncle talked to the principal. I’m telling you, remember this day, I won’t spare you two!"

Nathan didn’t even spare him a glance, reached into the car, grabbed his phone, and dialed.

The call was to Ivan Keller, and soon Ivan picked up.

"Drop whatever you’re doing, go to the military academy, find the principal, and get him the hell out of there immediately."

Ivan was stunned upon hearing this but didn’t question Nathan’s words. After hanging up the phone, he immediately went to execute the order.

The First Military Academy selects talents for the major military districts, including technical personnel and military commanders.

Every year, Nathan personally oversees the nuclear review, which is extremely strict.

Everyone knows, no matter how many back doors exist, the First Military Academy is off-limits.

The consequences are extremely serious if he finds out.

Sheldon Shawn was dumbfounded.

Is this guy faking it?

Can he really fire a principal just like that?

But why does it seem so real?

After Nathan hung up the phone, he glanced coldly at Sheldon, then pulled South Grant over, shoved her into the passenger seat, and drove away.

Sheldon stood there, dumbfounded, watching their car leave. About ten minutes later, his phone rang.

Using his uninjured hand, he answered the call. It was from his uncle.

"Sheldon, did you tell someone I arranged for you to get into the military academy?"

Sheldon was taken aback, thinking back to what had just happened.

"Yes... I did, uncle, what’s wrong?"

"The principal just called. He said Commander Nathan Foster got furious and removed him from his position. He asked if we leaked the information."

Sheldon: "..."

He looked in the direction the car left, feeling hopeless.

That... really was Nathan Foster...

Meanwhile, South Grant, sitting in the passenger seat, was over the moon, muttering excitedly:

"Uncle, you were so cool just now! We should have waited to see Sheldon’s reaction before leaving."

Nathan couldn’t help but roll his eyes at her, "Boring."

South Grant ignored his sarcasm, feeling ecstatic.

"I just love how you act without hesitation, Sheldon’s hand won’t recover in less than two or three months."

Nathan glanced sideways at her and then said lightly:

"Now that you’ve had your fun, think about how you’re going to repay me."

South Grant was taken aback.

Nathan Foster was indeed Nathan Foster.

Make a move, and he’d immediately want something in return.

Of course, South Grant, knowing Nathan’s personality well, promised casually:

"Thank you, uncle, for everything you’ve done for me. If there’s a next life, even if I have to be a horse or a cow, I’ll repay your kindness."

Though she said this, South Grant was sincere inside: Whoever wants to be a horse or a cow can do it; I’m not going!

Nathan looked at South Grant, the corner of his mouth curled up in a not-quite-smile.

"Hmm, being a horse or a cow isn’t bad. As long as you have grass, you’ll always obey," Nathan said ambiguously.

At first, South Grant didn’t find anything wrong with his words, but seeing his smile, she suddenly had a bad premonition.

She carefully analyzed Nathan’s words.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration...

As long as you have grass...

Give you grass...

Grass...

!!!!!!

ps: Did you get it, babies? South can’t keep up with Uncle’s pace, hahaha~

Lately, I’ve seen many of you say you’re still in school. I want to say that since I started writing three years ago, I’ve never asked for rewards, but I cherish and am touched by each one, even though I may not thank you, it’s all in my heart.

To everyone reading, reading through official channels is the greatest love you can give me. Students, don’t send rewards, just support me within your means, and I’ll be very grateful.

Good night, everyone~