"You must learn to be content with what you have, Lopez," he said. "This is the only thing this good-for-nothing old man can teach you."
This was the final conversation between teacher and student.
The door closed.
After a long, long ti, the lesson plan was finally revised again.
The old man put down his pen. Recalling the resentful look on the student's face before he left, he couldn't help but lean back in his chair and sigh with exhaustion.
Rules? When none of you respect the rules, why should you expect others to follow them? Indeed, the truly strong never care about rules. But weren't rules established to protect the weak, those who lack talent? So of the weak break rules out of greed, a greed that leads to their demise. Yet so of the strong follow rules out of morality. This is the principle that Lopez doesn't understand. —It's easy to scorn greed, but one must revere morality that cos from the heart. Otherwise, as the weak, how can they maintain even this last shred of dignity?
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It was the final day before the start of the school year. As the curtain prepared to rise slowly, countless undercurrents surged beneath the calm surface of the Ivory Tower.
Nurous people bustled about, whether for personal gain or public benefit.
That evening, the door of Stone Marrow Pavilion was knocked on again.
A young man, holding a token verifying his identity, waited at the door. He wished to speak with Teacher Huai Shi, who found himself in the eye of the storm.
In the training room, covered in sweat, Huai Shi answered the phone. He heard Uncle Fang's voice, "Young master, a student from the Howler Family requests an audience."
Howlers? Huai Shi scratched his head. Where had he heard this na before? It sounded so familiar. He couldn't quite recall and was too lazy to consult the Book of Fate. He simply asked, "Is he also here to apply for ntorship?"
"It doesn't seem like it."
"Then I won't et him."
Huai Shi rolled his eyes. They all love to put on airs and spout nonsense, wasting people's ti. "Tell him that whatever it is, we can discuss it after the school year starts."
He was already tired of playing mind gas with these 'children'. The other party might be a Pureblood, a mber of the Howler Family, perhaps even wielding imnse influence within the school. But what did that have to do with him, Huaihai Road Little Peppa? Since they didn't co with good intentions, there was no need to waste any more ti. If they wanted to stir up trouble later, they could just wait for this teacher's loving Iron Fist and Cello Performance. Unlike Lin Nineteen's caution and nervousness, Huai Shi, deep down, had never taken these 'children' seriously. He had weathered so many real storms; being overly cautious with Goblins from the Newbie Village was simply too much.
"Understood."
On the other end, Uncle Fang nodded without hesitation. He put down the phone and stepped outside.
"I apologize, but the young master is not receiving visitors today."
The old butler inford the young man at the door, "Please return, Mr. Fred."
The young man didn't erupt in rage. Instead, his eyebrows rose ever so slightly as he suppressed the irritation in his chest. After a slight nod, he turned and got into his car to leave.
The old butler calmly closed the door again, not taking such a trivial matter to heart.
Dinner ti was approaching. What should we have tonight?
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Inside the car, the returning young man's expression gradually darkened.
The teenage girl in the passenger seat looked up at him, her smile turning mocking. "I told you, Morgan, your little tricks would never be taken seriously. No matter how much children try to act grown-up, they're still children. And no amount of fussing will make adults see them as anything but kids begging for candy."
"I'm just trying to get so candy. But what about you, Second Sister, who's always more excessive than ?" Morgan sneered, retorting, "Are you perhaps looking to get thrashed?"
"That's where you're wrong," the girl called Second Sister said, an innocent expression on her face. "The Judge is much gentler with girls."
Morgan indifferently withdrew his gaze. He glanced back at the gradually disappearing Stone Marrow Pavilion and couldn't help but sneer. An Astronomical Society lapdog, daring to act tough in front of ... We'll see!
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And so, with feelings of composure, discontent, anger, or anticipation, as countless hearts beat—so calm, so restless—the short night quickly passed.
The long vacation ca to an end.
The first day of school arrived.
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