St. Mungo's College, Horse Farm.

Except for the student council members on duty, everyone stood here straight, quietly waiting for Jason, and was not absent because of the previous accident.

"Huh?"

Edward, who was walking behind Jason, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow as he looked at these student council members.

As a soldier from the army, Edward is too familiar with the barracks.

Therefore, he could clearly see that the members of the St. Mungo's Student Council in front of him had received training similar to that of a military camp.

Although it is not complete, and these student council members are also immature because they have no experience in gunpowder, some basic ones are there.

"Wasn't St. Mungo's College a church school before?"

Edward couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

"It's because it's a church school that some traditions are preserved, right?"

"I heard that in the beginning, the school before St. Mungo's College was in a very chaotic era."

"The school needs to be protected, and it is only natural that there will be some guards, right?"

The female pastry chef replied.

It's just that the tone is not certain.

Obviously, she had only heard about it, and she didn't really know about it.

"Really?"

Edward was skeptical.

However, he didn't ask much.

Because, at this time, Jason has already walked over.

"Good morning, Mr. Jason."

"Good morning, Mr. Jason."

The female president stood at the front of the line and took the lead in greeting, and the members of the student council immediately followed suit.

"Good morning."

Jason responded.

Then, he quietly watched everyone, waiting for someone to teach what they wanted to learn.

And everyone, including the female student council president, looked at Jason and waited for Jason's active teaching.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Jason stood still

The members of the student council did not dare to move.

There is only eye to eye contact.

Edward watched this scene thoughtfully, but there was still a little puzzlement in his eyes.

"Is it necessary to do this to this extent?"

"They're all kids."

The leader of the Special Operations Group muttered to himself.

The female pastry chef on the side replied softly:

"Of course."

"Because, that's the way Jason is used to."

"Although he has been discharged from the army, something has long been imprinted in Jason's body!"

Therefore, when facing these students who call themselves teachers, Jason subconsciously wants to determine the physical fitness and willpower of the student council members in front of him through this boring but effective way in front of him.

"Then, teach students according to their aptitude."

Speaking of this, the female pastry chef couldn't help but look at Jason with admiration.

If it weren't for Jason practicing in front of her, she wouldn't have known there was such an easy way.

"Teach students according to their aptitude?"

Edward was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, after all, this is not a military camp, and it is impossible to achieve the kind of intensive training like a military camp.

Teaching students according to their aptitude is the best choice.

The leader of the Special Operations Group nodded.

"I see."

He sighed softly.

Although the voice of the conversation between the two was very soft, the position where the two of them stood was not far from the members of the student union, and everyone stood with bated breath without making a sound.

Therefore, such a conversation is clearly heard by the members of the student council.

Suddenly, the student council members, who were still a little confused, immediately stood up straight, and everyone's expressions exuded a sense of 'I understand'.

There was a determination in their eyes.

Their countenances became meticulous.

Especially the female student president, who is even more admirable.

She had wondered if Jason hadn't been a teacher and didn't know what to do.

Now it seems that she is thinking too much.

Jason may not have been a teacher, but he definitely has a lot of teaching experience, but the method is a little different.

Immediately, the schoolgirl president became more and more wary of Jason.

She'd sent the message, but she couldn't let her guard down until she had confirmed if Jason was a member of the Ghost Squad.

In fact, whether Jason is a member of the 'Ghost Squad' or not, she needs to be aware of someone like Jason who has come into contact with secrets that ordinary people don't know.

Jason, in particular, seems to be aware of her secret.

Hope is not the worst outcome.

The schoolgirl president thought.

In the face of everyone's 'I understand' and 'I'm working hard' looks, Jason is calm.

That's right.

That's what you think.

I'm testing the physical fitness and willpower of you 'Cat Cave' expatriate students.

Then, he began to recall almost forgotten memories in his mind.

Jason was never a teacher.

But he was a student.

The teacher's appearance in the classroom, the time has been too long, and he is a little blurry.

Can!

He still remembers a sentence.

The next moment, Jason spoke-

"You're the worst class I've ever had."

The habitual indifferent tone became serious at this time.

There was confusion and a hint of anger on the faces of the student council members in front of them.

They've done well enough, why are they the worst?

The same was true of Edward.

He just saw that the physical fitness of these student council members is not bad, and their willpower is also very commendable.

You know, this is in the cold wind of winter, and the ability to stand for half an hour and keep the body straight has surpassed most people.

The female pastry chef bowed slightly.

Once again, she understood what Jason meant.

"Trust!"

"They were reminded by us that they cleared up their doubts and chose to continue to stand — which is a sign of not believing in Jason."

"Imagine if we hadn't been reminded?"

"What will they do?"

Hearing the female pastry chef's explanation, Edward immediately nodded.

"yes."

"Trust."

"The army is meant to be obedient, unconditional obedience, and if there is no trust, ......"

As an army soldier, Edward knows this very well.

Suddenly, he immediately shook his head when he had thought that these student council members were good.

And the members of the student council who heard the conversation between the two were suddenly in their hearts again.

They don't trust Mr. Jason enough!

That's right, that's it!

If we hadn't heard Gixier's words, we would have been tempted to wonder at this time, right?

How could it be that he was still standing here all the time.

And Mr. Jason said that we were the worst, it must be because the people he trained before believed in him unconditionally.

It's not like us, not only are we suspicious, but we are also angry when faced with Mr. Jason's outspokenness.

Really...... We're the worst.

One by one, the members of the student council bowed their heads guiltily.

Faced with the female pastry chef who 'understood herself' again, Jason's heart did not fluctuate.

He's used to it.

He wouldn't turn his head and look at the other person and say something like 'Otherwise, you can come'.

"Next, I'll teach you ......"

Jason spoke again, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by a voice.

"Standing here blowing the wind in winter, is that what you want to learn?"

"What stupidity!"

"You who learn this are stupid, and you who teach you are even more stupid!"