Chapter 127 A Gentleman's Character is Like a Steadfast Jade Pendant (2)

Her vacation accompanied Arsia as it came to an end.

After Cornunos reopened, all the main teacher positions for Class A became vacant.

Everyone is only concerned about one thing: Yeluqi, the teacher in charge of supernatural abilities practice, resigned early to recuperate, and his former mentor, Weston, returned to work at the research center in a grand manner. Who will be the new mentor?

Shu Ningmiao casually placed her bag on the table. There was still some time before class started, but because of the long holiday and the various explosive news during that time, the classroom was already full of people.

She looked around but didn't see Shi Yu.

Erice remained seated at the back, head bowed, reviewing his lessons. His silence had lessened his earlier timidity.

Chris leaned lazily against her, stretched her legs, and kicked the back of the person in front of her. Her skin was a shade darker than before.

She first went shopping in Jinchangrui for a few days, and then went to the beach to sunbathe like crazy, looking from a distance like a piece of powdered charcoal.

The acquaintance in front turned around and teased, "I heard things are quite unsettled outside lately. You're still running around like this. Be careful you don't get blown off your head by mercenaries."

“I don’t think Pigne is in any safe place either.”

Chris stuck out her tongue: "I heard that the border between Yingjian and Xindi was destroyed a couple of days ago, and they still haven't found anyone there."

"That's really strange," the man said worriedly. "Could it be another terrorist attack?"

Chris wanted to bring Shu Ningmiao, who was standing next to her, into the conversation, so she turned her gaze to her.

It had been a long time since she last saw Shu Ningmiao, and she seemed to have changed in some way. If you asked her to point out a specific reason, Chris couldn't quite put her finger on it. The girl sat there upright, her back naturally straight, still beautiful in a calm and peaceful way, but much more reserved and casual than before.

Chris nudged her arm: "Right?"

Shu Ningmiao changed the subject without changing her expression: "Who is the new mentor?"

"I don't know." Chris twirled her newly permed hair with her fingertips, looking curiously at the podium. "The principal is keeping it a secret quite well. I have a bad feeling about this."

Shu Ningmiao felt she shouldn't ask Chris, as her premonitions were always wrong when they were good, but extremely accurate when they were bad. Not long after, the noisy classroom was suddenly stunned by the person who walked in.

The refined and elegant man pushed up his glasses, smiled, seemingly oblivious to the various stares he was receiving in the classroom: "From now on, I will be the tutor for Class A."

“My name is Lin Shengyi.” He smiled suavely. “I also teach an international relations course at Cornunos. Everyone is welcome to take it.”

The classroom was quiet for a moment, then erupted in a chorus of hisses.

The Weston affair caused such a big stir that not only Class A, but almost everyone in Cornunos had heard the gossip.

The one who insists on dismissing Weston and protecting Gawande, the dean of the School of Life Sciences, is none other than the former member of parliament, Lim Seng Yee.

I don't know what Principal Aloberia was thinking. Weston left Cornunos and actually let the former senator who framed him take over his position as the A class tutor. What kind of hellish cycle is this?

Moreover, Lin Shengyi is a staunch supporter of natural persons.

An extreme anti-superpower activist.

Making him an instructor at a branch of the String Light Academy for people with superpowers would be a complete joke, wouldn't it?

The crowd looked at each other, showing no respect for the teachers below the stage, and started discussing amongst themselves, creating a scene as chaotic as a vegetable market.

Lin Shengyi remained completely unaffected by the murmurs, as if he hadn't heard them, and simply opened his lecture notes: "Students, turn to page sixty-three."

Shu Ningmiao had a so-so impression of this person, but she had to admire his shamelessness; he was indeed a politician.

Lin Chuxu, his niece and also a student in Class A, had to temporarily suspend her studies because she couldn't withstand the storms he brought. Yet he was able to act as if nothing had happened, appearing on various TV shows to seek a chance to turn things around.

Chris reluctantly opened the book: "He's a superhuman too? His statements don't seem like it."

As a self-proclaimed "expert" who frequently seeks attention and is often criticized by netizens as a fame-seeker, Lin Sheng-yi serves as an advisor for Pinheit's morning news program. His views can be summarized into three points:

1. Those with superpowers deserve to die.

II. The one who carries it out should die.

Third, Pinhe is the best in the world; everything else is rubbish.

Such behavior only reminds people of an ordinary middle-aged man who complains while giving orders, making it hard for anyone to genuinely believe that he is a normal person with superpowers.

In fact, Lin Shengyi is not only a person with superpowers, but also has a degree in superpower theory. Otherwise, even if the principal had a few more knots in his brain, he would never have hired him as a teacher.

Shu Ningmiao listened to Lin Shengyi's explanation of his theory of superpowers, which was surprisingly clear and easy to understand.

"I don't understand what the principal was thinking," Chris muttered. "Why hire him?"

"Because of Lucicolay, right?" the person in front of her replied. "I heard that the Lin family and the Beria family have both sided with the pro-war faction led by Lucicolay. Is this a perk of surrendering?"

"Do they really want to fight?" The person next to me at the table in front of me rested his arm on the back of his chair and turned around to complain, "There are already enough Pandora's in Pigne. What's the point of fighting? Those Red Sand Party members in Intori are real barbarians. I don't even dare to go out to play anymore."

"Haha." The person in front of him didn't take it to heart, since it wasn't people like them going to the battlefield anyway: "Energy costs will drop a lot by then, I'm going to buy another sports car."

“The person we really need to be careful of is Chris.” Another person shrugged. “She doesn’t believe in superstitions.”

"If I encounter danger, will any agents come to save me?" Chris pulled out several identical small cards, unfolded them, and held them in front of her face, revealing only her eyes. The cards had Zhao's selfie printed on them. She smiled and squinted her eyes: "Consider it on the fact that I contributed 6,000 cin to the military."

"...How much did you smoke?" The student in front of me asked helplessly, "How boring."

Shu Ningmiao held the pen between her fingers, her posture elegant, but she appeared somewhat lazy, making it impossible to tell what she was thinking.

No one listened to what the teacher was saying, and the teacher on the podium did nothing to control the class. The class ended in a noisy and chaotic manner, and the students left the classroom in a few scattered pieces.

Only Lin Shengyi remained on the podium, smiling and waving at Shu Ningmiao.

He called out her name accurately: "Shu Ningmiao, classmate."

Shu Ning couldn't pretend she didn't see it.

Chris gave her a sympathetic look: "Do you have a talent for attracting scumbag teachers?"

Shu Ningmiao ignored her and followed the man down the stairs to the teachers' office on the top floor.

Lin Shengyi openly occupied Weston's former office. He pushed back his chair, crossed his arms in a serious pose, and said with a smile, "I heard that you used to help Weston with his affairs. In that case, everything will proceed as usual. You will still be in charge of the class representative for this course, okay?"

Shu Ningmiao sat down in front of the armrest and was amused for a moment by his appreciative tone.

One or two people complained that being a teacher was too hard, tiring, and troublesome, and they even wanted to use the teacher as a stepping stone to find opportunities. Weston was one thing, but this person actually wanted her to work for free.

If she hadn't known the whole story, she would have thought this person was in cahoots with Weston to mess with her.

"Your manners are somewhat unexpected." Lin Shengyi glanced at her, then shook his head in disappointment. "Could you sit down by yourself before the teacher gives permission?"

Shu Ningmiao changed her posture, crossed her legs, and looked at him leisurely.

"Never mind." He picked up the worksheets on the table, flipped through two pages, and said, "Let me test you—how much do you know about international relations? I'll be in charge of this elective course from now on, and you'd better come and help out."

He remained composed, each sentence sounding perfectly justified, but when he didn't receive a reply from her, a look of confusion appeared on his face.

Shu Ningmiao found it strange that he had the nerve to say such a thing, but out of courtesy, she politely declined: "Teacher, I am not Weston's assistant. The second ability practice is coming up soon, and I have to prepare for the exam. I don't have time to take care of the rest of the coursework."

"I see." He paused, then looked her up and down carefully, his eyes narrowing.

He stopped talking, took out a file from the drawer, and slowly flipped through a few pages: "Your grades are very good, not bad. When I was studying in Cornunos, I was just as keen on perfecting my papers as you are. It would be such a waste if there were any flaws in such a resume, wouldn't it?"

He twitched his eyebrows and looked at her with a smile, the meaning of which was obvious.

Shu Ningmiao met his gaze, and instead of looking away immediately, she turned to examine him.

After a moment of silence, she chuckled softly, raised her hand to support her chin, leaned slightly forward, and asked him, "Are you threatening me?"

Her every move was still as elegant as before, but the peace in her eyes had faded, revealing her original sharp arrogance and flamboyance.

“I would never talk to my teacher like that when I was in school.”

Lin Shengyi scrutinized her, a subtle hint of disdain hidden deep in his eyes: "Or do you prefer a man like Weston?"

This person was indeed looking for trouble.

Because of Weston or Shu Changyan?

Or both.

Whether it was a self-proclaimed genius scoundrel or a wielder of a sharp sword, she was certain that Lin Shengyi would never show such contempt in front of these two people, yet he dared to vent his anger on her in a veiled manner on campus.

It's a real waste of talent for someone so adept at judging situations to be kicked out.

Shu Ningmiao tapped the table, controlling Pandora to open the bottom drawer remotely, and commanded the spare quill pen inside to jump out and fly into her palm.

“You seem very familiar with this place.” Seeing that she seemed about to lower her head, he casually pushed up his glasses. “Before I came, I asked the headmaster about his recommendations, and he told me that Weston had strongly recommended you to the church. I think… there must be something special about you that he admires, right?”

"Or is it because of your brother with a special status?"

He shrugged and brushed aside the previous sentence with a joking tone: "But you know, I won't give you any special treatment because of this."

Lin Shengyi leaned back and pushed the teaching materials in his hand towards her, a slight smile playing on his lips as he looked her over.

While it was certainly harsh and cold of Weston to make that gesture, the man's cunning was even more unsettling.

She picked up her pen, dipped it in the red ink beside her, twirled the nib, and suddenly said, "Do you think that once the new representative is elected, you can return to parliament and everything that happened before will be wiped clean?"

"I'm not going to talk to you about these things," Lin Shengyi chuckled. "What would a girl like you know?"

She ignored her and continued, "You're jealous of Weston, aren't you? You're about the same age. You got your seat as a councilor thanks to the Lin family's years of accumulation, but he, an ordinary citizen with nothing, has squeezed you out of your position?"

The man's face darkened.

"The world was too lenient with you before. Even if you only did three-tenths of a thing, you would receive praise. That's why you still held onto this illusion after you failed." Shu Ningmiao said calmly, "So you didn't realize the difference between useful and useless."

In the final stages of his campaign, it was understandable that Lucicole sought to win over the influential political family of Lin, and the Beria family reciprocated by offering him a teaching position. However, whether he could use this opportunity to return to the center of power remains to be seen.

Smart people don't reuse people who are no longer useful.

If Lucico's faction really wanted to promote him, they wouldn't have allowed the military to court Weston.

She looked up and said, "For example, I'm only lenient with people who are useful to me."

Lin Shengyi suddenly stood up and slammed his hand on the table: "You'd better show some respect to your teacher! Is this something a student should say?"

His last sentence was cut off by her sudden action. His voice distorted slightly with fear, and Shu Ningmiao directly picked up the pen and, with a "whoosh," plunged it between his five fingers.

The metal pen tip grazed his finger and sank halfway into the table, splashing out the freshly applied red ink that landed on his face.

The inside of his finger, which was pressed against the pen tip, was scratched by the force of the air, and red blood seeped out instantly, mixing with the red ink and gradually spreading from his palm.

"Teacher, I humbly ask for your guidance." Shu Ningmiao released her hand, leaving the pen where it was, and casually wiped the dark red from her fingertips with a tissue: "How do you write 'a stray dog'?"