Chapter Ninety-Nine: Eyebrows
The sky was slightly bright, accompanied by the faint ringing of bells from the academy, and the personnel in the dormitory of Class VII got up one after another, except for someone who had been drinking at sea last night, there was no habit of lazy sleep in the dormitory. As a person who targets officers, tardiness and laziness also seem to be intolerable.
"This is... What the? β
The members of Class VII, who were about to go out, looked at a blank piece of paper pasted in front of the door and observed curiously.
"Speaking of which, didn't Alyssa go to find Teacher Ike yesterday? Did the teacher say anything? The orange-haired boy asked in a whisper.
"Who! - Ahem, I don't know. Alyssa, who quickly sorted out her emotions, replied "calmly".
"Anyway, if it's true, it's a good thing." Laura replied in a calm tone, but there was an obvious glint in her eyes.
"That teacher wouldn't do some strange tricks, would he?" The orange-haired boy asked timidly.
"Although I feel a little uncomfortable in terms of personality, my skills are really strong." Macchias replied a little unwillingly.
"Hmph, everyone will make you unhappy in your eyes." Jusis scoffed.
"What did you say?!"
"You two don't quarrel, if you don't hurry up and go to the academy, you'll be late in the morning." Li En, who hurriedly played the round, smiled bitterly, returned his head and glanced at the blank paper, and then pushed the two who were still not right out of the gate.
On the large white paper of the textbook, a few lines are neatly written in the center of the white paper:
From today onwards, I will give you one-on-one guidance every three days, today's candidate is Laura, and those who are interested should come to the training ground on time after school in the afternoon.
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A small episode caused a ripple in the dormitory building of Class VII., and the protagonist of the accident was sitting in the dean's office with a blank face, and the dean Van Dijk who was directly opposite him covered his face with a black line, holding a resume in his hand.
"You mean, you're only responsible for teaching drills and internships?"
"That's right." Ike replied as a matter of course.
"You two homeroom teachers teach the same subject, but the college has to pay two salaries, you give me a reason to agree." Van Dijk smiled with a puffed face.
"This kind of thing isn't your business, the head of the house." Ike smiled all over his face, "You see, I am much better than Sarah in terms of teaching and skills, how about you cut her salary to make up for my salary." β
βγγγ What did she do to you? Makes you hate her so much? "Van Dijk is strange.
"I just accidentally opened the wine I treasured and was going to give away." Ike replied calmly, but there was a thick resentment between the lines.
"Hey, there's no small grievance." Van Dyck gloated and scoffed, "But... It's not that I don't understand your mood. Van Dijk coughed lightly, "But for the sake of the academy itself, I can't agree with you." β
βγγγ What if I said that the bottle was meant to be given to you, the head of the house? β
Van was furious, and shouted loudly, "She dared to beat the old man's idea!" β
"Hehe, who is so angry, I heard a loud voice from outside the door."
The door of the dean's office was gently pushed open without permission, and a kind grandmother walked in from outside the door without hurrying, and after carefully closing the door, she looked back at the two of them who were standing straight for some reason, "Ahhhhhhhh β
"Yes! Greetings for a long time! The frivolous Ike, showing incredible respect at the moment, bowed to the old grandmother and replied, "Although I have wanted to come and have a look for a long time, but because of the relationship between work and time, I have not been able to spare my hand, please forgive me, Instructor Bellis!" β
"Now I'm not an instructor, I'm just a school doctor, just call me a teacher." The old woman replied with a smile.
"Yes! Teacher Beatles! β
"Hey boy!" The dean of the academy on the side suddenly said dissatisfiedly, "Why is there such a big difference in the treatment between the two of us?" I didn't hear the slightest hint of respect in your tone. β
βγγγ Actually... Ike replied with some embarrassment, "Your reputation, headmaster, on our side, I'm afraid it's really not very famous... β
"What do you mean?" The head of the academy asked with an unkind face, rolled up his sleeves silently, and looked like he was drawing his sword without saying a word.
"Headmaster? Little Ike wasn't called here to talk about it. Teacher Beatrice looked at the head of the house, and the head of the house, who had been clamoring for a while, immediately sat down, muttered, picked up a small stack of materials from the table and threw it at Ike angrily.
βγγγ What is this? Puzzled, Ike took the information, looked at the head of the house, and then at Bellis.
"Let's take a look." Beaterys sighed slightly, "It's about what you're going to teach next. β
"If it's information, I've got it from Sarahβ" Ike replied as he opened the information, his eyes suddenly glowing, and he involuntarily looked up at the two old men.
"Lord Bellis! Headmaster, this information... Is it true? β
"The information was brought by Prince Olivet, and the credibility is quite high." The Dean replied.
βγγγ I don't think the credibility of what he brought with me has diminished. Ike smiled bitterly, "But I didn't expect the nobles to move so fast... What is the Dean going to do? β
"I'm the head of this academy now." Principal Van Dijk and Doctor Beatles glanced at each other, "We haven't had a battlefield for a long time, and now we just want to protect this academy." β
"I'm afraid the other party won't think so." Ike raised his eyebrows, "Let's not mention that there are quite a few noble children in the academy, even from the perspective of hostages, the academy is also a focus of contention." β
"If it were Osborne, maybe he would." Van Dijk replied no.
"Is the aristocracy reserved?" Ike rolled his eyes, "I obviously want to start a war, but I still care about the so-called aristocratic demeanor, from this point of view, I am more optimistic about Iron Will." β
"Ahem, the one in front of you is also a nobleman." Van Dijk reminded.
"Oh, I forgot that so are you, the head of the house." Ike replied without apology, "You're more of an officer than a nobleman." β
"I've been a soldier for decades, and I've only been a nobleman for a long time." Van smiled bitterly, "To get back to business, the academy doesn't want to ask you to help protect the academy, in fact, with the aristocracy and their army, it is not easy to attack the academy, and the teachers, including me, will not let people easily trample on this palace built by their predecessors." Of course, the nobles also understood this truth, and after the outbreak of war, the most they could do was to restrict the entry and exit of the academy personnel or dismiss students and teachers. The dean replied analytically.
"Understood, when the combat power is sufficient, it will not help me to add one more. The final result still depends on political weight, right? Ike replied, "Then my job is to keep Class VII safe, right?" β
"It's more than that." Van Dijk sat down anew, and after a moment of silence.
"It seems to you ... VII. What kind of existence is the class? β