44 Deans 1 (2/2)
Still, she was very confident in making her prowess known to those fools. It just had to be done delicately or else the seven families might realize too soon that the Mortlock family had another dragon in their bloodline aside from her father.
With all of these things in her mind, how could Frae care about a mere ranking competition? In fact, it was better if they slipped. That way they would seem like even less of a threat.
”How could they refuse to participate?! They are students of Grandbell!” An old man with a thick mustache harrumphed. He was the Dean of the English department.
Unfortunately, his background didn't help the fact his argument was terrible. There was no mandate that said students must participate in the ranking competition. Plus, Ci-ci's students had even threatened to drop out and join another university. If it wasn't for the legacy of their teacher, they would have done so already.
The Dean of the Math department, an old woman with sharply shaped red glasses raged in agreement. ”To think, the amount of resources we've wasted on them. For them to respond to our kindness like this?!”
After being snapped out of her thoughts, Frae almost couldn't refrain from rolling her eyes.
These Deans hadn't taught a class in decades. To top it off, they were constantly voting for the cutting of funding all to funnel it into their own selfish research.
The only reason that this wasn't noticed was because donors had flooded Grandbell University with resources, each scrambling to have their names attached to the genius of Ci-ci. But, for obvious reasons, this flood had slowed to a trickle, making the corruption of Grandbell's Deans come to the forefront, especially with the start of the new year coming so soon.
In addition to all of that, they didn't even give normal students a proper chance to join their research teams to gain experience. If Frae remembered correctly, Ci-ci's four students only became his students because they were rejected by these very deans sitting here bloviating about how much they had done for them.
To make matters worse, their practice was rife with nepotism. They hadn't rejected Ci-ci's students because they were unqualified, but rather because they never gave them a real chance to begin with.
Any slight bit of attention would inform anyone that 80% of their research teams were made of either their own family members, or the family members of their close friends.
These Deans were nothing more than leeches to Grandbell University, yet they pretended to be its godsend.
Suddenly, the discussion was caught off by a loud knocking of the door, followed by an unknown young man strolling in and past a panicking secretary trying her best to stop him.
”Hello!” The young man's voice boomed, stopping the Deans who planned on telling him off in their tracks. He commanded too much presence. ”You all can call me Student Number Five, or Five for short. My Teacher is none other than the great Ci-ci Bell. I'm here to save your asses.”