60 Good Student, Bad Studen (1/2)
In the room above the amphitheater classroom’s glass dome, one could see the entire classroom by glancing down.
The administrator pushed the door open and gazed around. Seeing the man sitting in the center, he finally understood. ”I was wondering who it could be to make them all so anxious that even I was scared.”
Accompanied by many teachers, the middle-aged man with salt-and-pepper hair sat on the sofa. Holding onto a cane, he studied the classroom.
Sensing the administrator, he raised his head and chuckled. ”That’s a bit of an exaggeration, Mr. Administrator.” He shook his head. ”I am just Her Majesty’s messenger. If there is anything to bow before, it should be her prestige.”
”Haha, you saying this makes me feel ashamed.” The administrator pulled over a chair and sat down carelessly, ignoring the furrowed brows of the elite musicians nearby.
”If Anglos’ guardian and modern Lancelot don’t count as high-class, then won’t those who pride themselves off of their bloodline be just like the rednecks from downtown?”
Lancelot grew pale. In a helpless tone, he said, ”Long time no see. Mr. Administrator is still so ruthless with his words.”
”I can’t help my mouth.” He shrugged.
Lancelot shook his head. Without replying, he gazed down at the classroom. ”What do you think about these kids?”
”Look at you. They are Anglo’s future. They’re no longer kids the moment they step into this school. But since they’re not kids, and also not adults, they still have the special right to be naïve. Sometimes, these special rights can be annoying.”
”Wasn’t everyone like that?” Lancelot laughed.
”Oh, right.” The administrator nodded. ”As for specifics, they’re okay. There’s one that I’m confident in.”
”Oh? Let me guess who it is.” Lancelot lowered his head and looked around. His gaze fell on Charles. ”Is it the brave one who is eating fruit in the classroom?”
”There’s nothing brave about him. He just doesn’t have shame.” The administrator sighed. ”It’s the one next to him wit the very obvious white hair.”
”The little girl?” Lancelot looked at Bai Xi. Seeing her eyes, he froze. After a long time, he sighed in awe. ”The girl with eyes like a lion. But she was making paper balls the entire time and didn’t listen to what you were talking about.”
”Bah, are you playing with me?” The administrator rolled his eyes. ”You know who I’m talking about.”
Lancelot stayed quiet and shook his head slowly.
”Of all the students, there is the naturally qualified Adrian, the uncontrollable and proud girl, and a shameless foodie who no one can deal with. There are many excellent elite students and ambitious commoners…” he said. ”The one you have your eyes on doesn’t stand out at all.”
”That’s why you’re not a good teacher,” the administrator sighed.
”Oh? Please explain.”
”For a so-called teacher, once you start class, you shouldn’t care who’s sitting before the podium. They’re just idiots who don’t understand anything. You don’t have to care about them because even a smart idiot is still an idiot. But unfortunately, your job is to make these idiots less idiotic.
”So that’s what you have to work toward. ‘Bias’ should not even exist in a teacher’s dictionary. If you like a student more, it’s because they cause less trouble.” With that he looked over at Lancelot. ”You say that teaching is so troublesome. If there is a student that doesn’t give me trouble and makes me happy, why shouldn’t I like him?”
Lancelot did not answer. He watched the classroom as conversations started. His gaze landed on the boy next to the window in the second to last row.
After a long time, he shook his head. ”To be honest, I don’t see it.”
”That’s because you haven’t stood in front of him, but it’s like that during class. We all need to face each other and look at each other’s eyes, like the etiquette before a fight. But the world changes too quickly. They’re all used to private lessons and they can ask the teacher whenever they have questions. In the end, they forget the basic rules of a class.”
The administrator pointed at the classroom below them. ”Look at those kids. They’re making paper balls, sleeping, whispering, spacing out while staring at the board, and that Adrian kid is playing with his fingers.
”Those that are a little better will nod, but won’t remember anything you say, like the Scotland Yard taking notes. And that guy is just eating. He doesn’t even care about the professor’s feelings or stomach!
”In the entire classroom, there’s only one person who watches you, and listens to you lecture. Only one person whose eyes say ‘God, I’m so happy to be in class.’ How could I not like him?”
Lancelot studied him. ”Is that the truth or an excuse?”
”Guess.” The administrator shrugged and chuckled jokingly.
In the awkward silence, a huge boom came from the classroom below. Everyone looked down, all stunned by the sudden chaos.
”No way. Do they have to be so dramatic on the first day?”
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