Chapter 2184: Teaching For the First Time

Translator:

Exodus Tales

Editor:

Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

“What are you looking at? Do you feel sorry for her?” The student glared at Mo Fan.

“Not really, I’m just a little shocked,” Mo Fan replied, bemused.

The woman did deserve some beating, based on how she had treated them in the first place. Mo Fan did not think her att.i.tude would change after guiding them around.

Mo Fan also realized the reason why she was looking down on the tourists after seeing her senior. The woman did not really have any place in the school. She was bullied by her seniors most of the time, so she could only vent her frustrations on the tourists who came to the school without permission.

The slap was not that heavy; it would only leave red marks on the woman’s face at most. Mo Fan had no intention of helping the woman. He could not be bothered wasting his time on someone who lacked both inner and outer qualities.

The woman left after swallowing her anger. Mo Fan quickly stopped the student with the puffy hair, as they no longer had a guide to bring them around, “Can you bring us around then?”

“Why should I bring you around? Are you blind? Even if you are blind, I’m not obliged to help the handicapped!” the student scoffed at him.

She left immediately, leaving Mo Fan and the others behind.

Zhao Manyan was going to teach her a lesson, but Mu Bai waved his hand and said, “Forget it, we have already gone to most of the places we need to. It’s time for us to check in with the school.”

“Speaking of which, since we came later than the others, we couldn’t make it to the welcoming ceremony. We have to start teaching tomorrow. Have you two prepared for the cla.s.ses? We shouldn’t expose ourselves,” Zhao Manyan inquired, adjusting his gla.s.ses .

“What preparations?” Mo Fan asked dimly.

“Seriously? If you didn’t prepare for the cla.s.ses, how are you going to teach the students? Mo Fan, can you be a little more professional? The Black Vatican can disguise itself in various ways. They can blend into society like secret agents. I hope the school doesn’t unmask you before we find the Black Vatican!” Zhao Manyan sighed.

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Mo Fan purposely stayed up all night to prepare for the cla.s.ses the next day. He thought he could enjoy the luxurious lifestyle at the Aorus Sacred Inst.i.tute and have a coincidental encounter with the ladies of renowned families on the campus, but instead he was forced to stay in his room and practice how to be a teacher!

An a.s.sistant was waiting for Mo Fan outside his unit early in the morning. He was worried that Mo Fan might lose his way around.

The handsome a.s.sistant was in his late twenties. He was surprised to see Mo Fan walking out of his room in a simple outfit, as he noticed Mo Fan was only a few years older than him.

As a matter of fact, Mo Fan, Mu Bai, and Zhao Manyan had taken the Face-Altering Syrup that Mu Bai had refined just so they would not look too young. It might not be able to change their appearance completely, but it did make them look older. Most people would think they were in their thirties.

Mo Fan was a little disappointed when he saw his a.s.sistant was a man.

“Good morning, Lecturer Mo Yifan, we are honored to invite a bright lecturer from China like you to teach our students. I’ve been looking forward to learning more about the culture of your country!” the a.s.sistant said respectfully.

“Mm,” Mo Fan pretended to be unapproachable.

The a.s.sistant scratched his head. He did not expect the lecturer to be so reserved. He added, “How were your preparations last night? A kind reminder for you, the students of the Aorus Sacred Inst.i.tute are a lot trickier to teach. They always come up with questions that our professors struggle to answer, so I hope you won’t find it troublesome. They are just pa.s.sionate about their studies.”

“I understand,” Mo Fan nodded.

“Ah, there’s one more thing. Since you and your colleagues didn’t attend the welcoming ceremony, you might be unaware that there are lecturers from nine other reputable universities who will be teaching at our school for two months. Our school encourages compet.i.tion in our teaching. Each guest lecturer will be in charge of a cla.s.s, and these cla.s.ses will be taking part in a compet.i.tion in two months. I hope your students will win the compet.i.tion!” the a.s.sistant said.

“Oh? That sounds interesting!” Mo Fan smiled.

Learning without competing with others was no different from relaxing on a farm. Even the women had to fight for the rights to the public square for a place to have their aerobic dances and promote themselves. How could the students of a magic inst.i.tute not have a compet.i.tive spirit?

Mo Fan liked the idea of having compet.i.tions. He would be bored to death in a peaceful and doddering society!

“Your colleagues have already finished their cla.s.ses. They are still getting used to the new environment, but their cla.s.ses were fascinating,” the a.s.sistant said.

Mo Fan followed the a.s.sistant to where his cla.s.s was. He thought it would be a s.p.a.cious outdoor training ground, but instead it was a cla.s.sroom with decorations that resembled Star Patterns.

“This is where your cla.s.s is for today. You will be teaching Advanced Magic Theory… I’ll be attending the cla.s.s too, so you can ask me anything if you need,” the a.s.sistant said.

“Huh? Advanced Magic Theory?” Mo Fan almost dropped his gla.s.ses to the floor.

“Is there something wrong? Mr. Zhao Yanzu took the cla.s.s that teaches about demon creatures while Mr. Mu Han took the cla.s.s about magic dueling… did I make a mistake? Let me take a look!” The a.s.sistant quickly took out his notebook and checked the schedule again.

They were told Mo Yifan was a great lecturer of magic theories in China. He must have profound knowledge in the field which would broaden their students’ horizons.

“No, it’s nothing. It’s just that I’m good in a lot of fields, so I didn’t expect my colleagues to take the cla.s.ses I was planning to teach,” Mo Fan said.

Those motherf**kers!

How could they let a half-illiterate like him teach the students magic theory? The cla.s.s about magic duels was obviously his area of expertise. If he knew magic theory, his father would not have had to sell their house to Mu He that old b.a.s.t.a.r.d!

Did they want him to expose himself by letting him teach magic theory in a university when he did not even graduate from high school?

“You may start, the students are waiting,” the a.s.sistant said.

Mo Fan put on a polite smile and walked into the cla.s.s with the remaining confidence of a man he had acquired from Xinxia not long ago.

He thought it was only a small cla.s.s with around twenty students. He could just fool around and get over it, yet he was almost spooked out of his mind when he set foot into the cla.s.s.

It did not feel like a cla.s.s, but a conference talk instead!

There were over three hundred students packed inside the hall!

The youthful students of different countries and races sat patiently in their seats.

Mo Fan had never felt so nervous before. It was worse than facing the army of undead from the Great Pyramid of Giza!