The Mid-Level Class is Too Strong, Professor! - 2
Adrian stands before the podium as usual and begins his lecture.
But the other students looking at him couldn't hide the bewilderment in their eyes. Even in such a reaction, only two remained unfazed.
Michelle Maynans and Charlotte.
But Isabel, our curiosity heaven, couldn't find anything else to be curious about. She raises her hand and asks.
“Professor, are we having a magic competition with the mid-level class in a week?”
“Yes.”
“Hah...”
Isabel shows a face as if she's really done for.
Done for. Really done for.
If it was to fill three thousand hours of service time and clean the academy every day, I could do it. The competition with the mid-level class is that dangerous.
Recently, Adrian's good materials were given, and Michelle and Charlotte showed exemplary behavior, raising the students' morale greatly.
Since morale is high, they wouldn't back down from fights in the cafeteria, right?
But even so, the probability that F-class students would beat mid-level class students in an official 'magic competition' is slim.
The image of getting beaten to death is already drawn in their heads. Maybe from now on, it's good.
“Should we really do it?”
“Isabell.”
Adrian's expression twists.
“Your name is already written on the student list where you fought. Why, are you unwilling to take responsibility?”
“Ah, no. It's not that~”
Isabel waves her hand.
Of course, Isabell also caused problems in the fight with the mid-level class in the cafeteria. She has no intention of denying that fact. Not at all!
But does she have to take responsibility in the magic competition? Even while fighting until one side dies?
If another professor said that, I wouldn't mind, but since it's coming from Adrian's mouth with 'until death', it really seems like one side has to die.
“You started the fight. I have to finish it.”
“Hahaha...”
Muttering 'I was done for' while lowering her head.
Of course, even if not muttered, other students feel the same. Why do we have to go out and get beaten when the ones who fought are separate...
At that time, Michelle opens her mouth.
“It's hard to understand.”
Adrian glances at Michelle for a moment, then opens his lips.
“I composed the materials so you could understand.”
“It's not about the materials. I can't understand why you're making the mid-level class students have a magic competition.”
“Is that so. What point is hard to understand?”
“Professor said you would make us win in a total war. If you don't like us and to promote us, that's the only way.”
“That's right.”
“With only a week left until the total war, there's no reason to do a foolish magic competition.”
Michelle stares straight into Adrian's eyes and continues.
“Right now, we need to maintain the best condition. If we do the magic competition, there will be physical loss, and even if we get good results, it's not good for our power to leak out. Isn't that right.”
It was a reasonable question.
Of course, they don't even think of beating the mid-level class, but if they get some results there, it seems like a bad judgment to leak the power.
Everyone looks at Adrian. This is a question only he can answer.
“First, the answer regarding maintaining the best condition.”
Adrian continues as if he's too lazy to explain more.
“You will grow to the point where you can defeat the mid-level class even when starving. Until then, just run like crazy. It's not the top grade, and it's the failing grade now, talking about condition management is outrageous.”
“The remaining time is only a week...”
“I checked the period in which you fought.”
Michelle's words are cut off by Adrian.
“You fought in the cafeteria, and I confirmed that the mid-level students provoked you first. Even the content of the provocation was roughly heard.”
Students start listening quietly to his words.
“You did well. Much better than hearing that you got beaten just because you were scared.”
Adrian puts down the materials he was holding, as if the lecture is over today. Then he starts speaking intently.
“I also told the other students not to fight, but it seems I didn't explain the reason. Don't do acts that don't suit a magician's status. There was no reason other than that.”
He raises both hands over the podium. Then looks at the students alternately.
“Could it be that you thought the reason on your own? Since we're failing grade, we'll lose to anyone, so don't fight. Didn't you think that yourself.”
No one could object.
Of course, they thought there was meaning in it.
“No, you are strong. It's just that you had to avoid fighting because you had to protect the magician's status.”
Adrian points to a document attached to the wall as if to say so.
The document about the magic competition with the mid-level class in a week, signed by Rachel and Adrian side by side.
“However, a chance has come. A chance to fight while protecting the magician's status.”
The gazes towards Adrian are now full of 'as expected, Adrian'.
“A week in hell, but after that, what awaits you is a festival. Remember that it's not the gallows.”
At that time, the clock pointed to exactly 6 PM.
There was also the reason Adrian arrived late, but after talking about various things, the lecture time passed.
“Well... Shall we end today's lecture here.”
Students start sighing in relief. It seems today is an exception from the hellish week.
“Of course.”
An exception from the hellish week...
“Since the materials learned are so much, I can't be confident, so I asked me this kind of question.”
It would be good to say 'an exception from today'...?
“I will provide special personal materials after seeing the faces of Michelle and Isabell. Twenty more today.”
With that, Adrian leaves the lecture room.
- Hey! It's you, Isabell?
- Ah!!!!!
- I'm really going crazy.
Killing intent is felt from behind.
“......”
Michelle and Isabell sitting in the front row can't turn their heads.
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Knock knock—
“Enter.”
Violet Ruabrinse, the president of Rahal Academy, answers immediately when the knock sounds.
Soon, the door opens and two women enter.
One is a woman with white bob hair, dignified and with flowing elegance. The other is a woman with green twin tails who looks like her attendant.
The only strange thing is that even in the president's office, they don't remove their sunglasses.
Well, whatever. They're distinguished people, a bit of sunglasses is fine.
- A person appeared saying they will donate 3 billion Canel to Rahal Academy?!
- What?
- Really. A rich person from the northern continent, it seems like it's for real!
3 billion Canel, thinking about it, it's an unbelievable number. The total amount of other donors this year is only about 1.5 billion Canel.
At first, I thought it was a trivial prank. Now it's becoming reality.
Violet suppresses her excitement. You can't act hastily! You have to properly welcome them!
Please sit comfortably. What kind of tea would you like to serve?
Tea is fine.
The attendant next to her answers. Violet snaps her fingers and lowers a luxurious table and chairs in front of them.
I heard that you donated to Rahal Academy~
Excellent choice. Is there any investment that guarantees success as much as investing in Rahal Academy?
Violet unfolds several papers. Then immediately begins to explain.
First, there are various ways to donate. You can do it to individual students~ or according to classified grades.
By grade, please.
Yes, then.
Three more papers land on the table.
From the left, top elite few, advanced, mid-level, these three grades. No matter how much you donate, you'll be quite satisfied?
The noble-looking woman carefully looks at the three papers. Judging by her gaze, it seems she's looking at the professor photos attached to the top right.
She hesitates as if something doesn't please her.
No other grades?
Violet can now hear the woman's voice.
The blood in her body is surging. The blood flows mysteriously as if it responded to her. Truly a noble woman.
There is!
Violet has no choice but to put the documents for the lower class and failing class on the table.
Ah.
The woman immediately picks up the failing class document. Her snow-white face seems slightly flushed. The attendant next to her supports her.
The lady said she wants to donate to this grade.
Ah... I see. I'll ask carefully... but what is your purpose of donation?
If it's for investment, this is not recommended. No, it's not just not recommended, you shouldn't donate here.
I like cute things. That's all.
Wow.
Violet almost stands up and claps in surprise.
The rich from the northern continent spend money differently, and their hearts are wide too!
Then I'll proceed right away. Just sign here~ Rahal Academy will never forget the donor's name!
But the woman doesn't accept the fountain pen Violet is handing over.
Not deliberately, but it seems she didn't hear the words at all. She stares fixedly at the failing class professor's photo as if bewitched.
As expected, you don't seem quite satisfied...?!
Sweat starts flowing down Violet's body.
Of course, no matter how much you like cute things, you wouldn't want to pour money into a hopeless place.
Adrian is a commoner with almost zero career. If the donor doesn't like it, it's really a big problem.
Um, is there something wrong...?
How is this professor?
He's a great professor! He just came this time, and since this professor took office, the failing class students have been studying very hard. They even threw themselves for the students!
...Is that so.
The woman clearly smiled subtly, but to Violet, it looked like mockery. The president hurriedly adds.
Really a good professor! Really! To what extent... um... well, how should I say?
Enough. The explanation is sufficient...
Ah! Yes, she's unmarried, so I want to seduce her!
The woman's hand that was trying to pick up the fountain pen stops abruptly.
She's diligent and handsome, takes care of students well~
......
She's a man you can't help but fall for~ There might be some popularity among female students? Believe me~
...100,000 Canel.
What?
No, 1 million Canel. No no... 100,000 Canel.
The effect was there! Perhaps donating additionally. Violet's lips twitch.
After a while, the woman, having calmed her breath, says.
Just donate that much. 100,000 Canel.
...What?
Violet is completely lost from where it went wrong.