freenovelworld Chapter 202 Dispute
Chapter 202 Dispute
The odor in the cabinet was resolved after some effort.
Before leaving the office, He Yan was a little excited. He reviewed the content of his first class the next day, put away his lesson plan, closed his notebook, and just then Director Pa walked in.
"Oh well, thankfully it's not too serious." Pa slipped down and glanced at him, then stretched.
He Yan: "...Yeah, it's alright, it's alright."
Not knowing what to say, I could only agree for now. I tentatively took a step toward the door, but Director Pa subtly slipped and blocked my way.
He Yan roughly knew that Director Pa wanted to see him.
The two of them pointed at each other and laughed awkwardly for a while. However, having been immersed in the workplace for many years, Paohua felt her cheeks stiffen, while the person opposite her seemed to be laughing more and more genuinely because of something happy.
Not wanting to continue this stalemate, he asked tactfully, "Did Director Pa want to see me about something?"
"Oh, Mr. He Yan, what can I do for you?" He patted He Yan's shoulder several times, each pat accompanied by a deeper smile. "I just have a small favor I'd like to ask Mr. He Yan for help with."
What do I need his help with?
Not understanding, he laughed along with Pa slippery as she fell to the ground for a while, until he wanted to ask her again, not in a tactful way.
Pa slipped to the ground and said somewhat awkwardly:
"Oh, that's how it is, Teacher He Yan. As you know, Principal Kendrick recently returned to the Moe Academy and caught a lot of undercover agents."
what?
he knows?
Why are there so many undercover agents in the Moe Academy?
"That's exactly why I came to find you!" Pa's appearance as she slipped to the ground instantly turned sorrowful, and at the same time, her eyes seemed to hold a thousand unspoken sorrows.
He Yan felt uncomfortable being stared at.
Never before had he wanted to know so much as he did now: how could a person change their expression so quickly?
"I?"
But he only registered at the Moe Academy today and doesn't know anything yet.
"That's right, I searched the entire Moe Academy and found that I feel most at ease entrusting this matter to you!"
"Are you asking me to investigate the reason why there are so many undercover agents in the Moe Academy?"
"almost."
"What does 'more or less' mean?"
"You don't need to investigate. There's a bunch of undercover agents in the detention room right now. You can ask them anything you want." The thing that has been giving Pa the biggest headache these past two days is that group of undercover agents.
Unyielding to the death is a very good quality.
Unless it appears on the enemy.
His most capable assistant had to leave at this crucial moment, leaving him without even someone to offer him water.
“Well… this is what I was thinking,” he said, fiddling with the pointer, “you also spent some time by the Dark Emperor’s side and learned quite a bit of dark magic…”
It's all dark magic, what good could it be? It must be extremely evil! Perfect for interrogation! One move and the enemy will all confess!
"Director Pa, I didn't learn any sadistic magic." He said somewhat helplessly, "However, I do know a little about the Dark Clan, so I can give it a try..."
Before he could finish speaking, Director Pa was immediately moved: "I knew it! You would definitely be able to handle this!"
They spoke as if they had already asked everything.
The dark magic I learned wasn't meant for torturing people, but it was more than enough to threaten them.
He wandered among those dark undercover agents late into the night, returned to the staff dormitory and slept soundly, but woke up from a nightmare and couldn't fall back asleep.
Feeling a mix of exhaustion and excitement, he thought for a while about what he needed to do throughout the day, and before leaving the dormitory, he looked at himself in the mirror one last time—
The person in the mirror looked the same as always; no one could tell that they had only slept for a short while the night before.
Unfortunately, he was in good spirits, but his students were not.
The constant yawning he saw along the way made him frown. His eagerness gradually subsided amidst the drowsy figures, and he felt he could already foresee what the classroom would be like.
Just as he expected.
The scene in the classroom was enough to make any newly appointed teacher go blind.
But it wasn't the kind of black he imagined.
As the classroom door opened, he saw a dispute at the podium. He recognized the people arguing and crossed out the option of bullying classmates from the list of choices in his mind.
Regardless of how much he believed in Kenny's strength, he didn't think Kenny could single-handedly bully both Miya Star and Flame King at the same time.
No one noticed that the teacher had arrived.
"I swept the floor for a month! A whole month!"
This is condemnation.
"sorry!"
This is an apology.
He Yan then silently erased the lines he had just drawn.
It does seem like they were bullying their classmate.
He simply reversed the roles he perceived them to be.
His first lesson did not unfold as he had imagined.
After getting a general idea of the whole process, to put it simply, the Flame King burned the fish in the pond, thinking everyone knew, but everyone thought it was Ginny;
As for Mia Star, Kenny didn't say much, only that the other party was deceiving his feelings. Judging from Mia Star's somewhat guilty look, it should be true.
"So what kind of compensation do you expect them to make?"
They are all reasonable people, so the conflict should be resolved easily.
"I demand an apology from them!"
"I'm sorry." "I'm sorry."
Two apologies in quick succession.
"Tears don't disappear just because you apologize!"
Miya Xing nudged Yan Wang quietly and asked in a low voice, "He doesn't seem to be crying either?"
Are they very familiar with each other? Suppressing the urge to straighten his cuffs, Flame King answered.
Principal Os said that the Cute Knights and Cute Warriors exist to defeat the Dark Emperor and should live in harmony with the Cute Knights.
Thinking about it, Flame King suddenly realized a problem: he didn't seem to know very well how to get along with others.
After a long pause, Flame King nudged Miya Star's arm and said, "I think so too."
It's okay, he'll learn.
Genny immediately accused them: "They weren't even sincerely apologizing!"
He Yan could tell that the floor wasn't easy to sweep that month, and that the feelings he had been deceived about were indeed deeply betrayed.
He clearly remembered that the last time he saw Genny, she didn't seem to look like this.
It has a bit more... confidence than it does now? Or perhaps it should be called something else entirely.
Behind that sunny and strong demeanor, there was less of a sense of bravado and more of a calm and composed attitude.
Perhaps that's a good way to describe it.
In short, the most important thing to do at this stage is to temporarily set aside the dispute.
Because the school bell rang, he had to go to class.
"Let's talk about this after class; it's class time now."
Many students entered just as the bell rang. After the classroom door was quiet and roll call was completed, He Yan hung the prepared items on the blackboard.
"This is my initial plan for teaching."
Three major exams;
Six times for the high school entrance exam;
Thirty-six quizzes;
There were 216 in-class quizzes.
Eighteen after-school tutoring tests.
Now no one is dozing off anymore.
He had anticipated the series of sighs that followed, and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, offering words of comfort:
"Don't worry, this is just a preliminary plan. I will give you an adjustment period at the end of this semester before it is implemented in the next semester."
Even with a long adjustment period, people will find it difficult to adjust after a holiday.
Fortunately, the first class is usually a time for teachers and students to get to know each other. Teacher He Yan's plan sounded terrifying, but it wasn't so bizarre as to start the class with a test.
After briefly introducing his teaching approach, the bell rang, and He Yan remembered that there were still some students with unresolved conflicts. He called three of them to the podium, and before he could speak, the three shook their heads to indicate that they had made up and had no more conflicts.
So fast?
"That's perfect. Come with me to the principal's office."