Openly wielding firearms (7)
The blond, middle-aged man leading the group of teachers was Alois Beria, who, in addition to being the rector of the University of Cornunos, was also one of the wealthiest men in Pinheis today.
Yelü Qi greeted Erice with a pleasant expression, while Weston remained motionless, standing beside Yelü Qi like a solid stone statue.
The tutor of Class F walked at the back, joking with the teacher next to him about Yelü Qi: "Mr. Yelü looks so fierce, but he is actually quite gentle."
The teacher next to him lowered his voice and said, "I heard he has a daughter, so he's bound to be more lenient with these kids, but not necessarily with others."
"He already has a daughter?" The female teacher in front of them heard their conversation, turned around abruptly, and covered her face in utter despair.
"Of course, what do you think? He's over thirty, isn't it normal to have a daughter?" The teacher laughed bluntly. "I heard he retired from his job because he wanted to go home and take care of his daughter."
“I thought that those who act as agents couldn’t get married, and that they had to dedicate everything to the country, right?” the female teacher retorted. “I heard that after becoming an agent, one must give up all inheritance rights… and so on.”
"That's to prevent people from using their positions for personal gain..." the man said. "Marriage is still possible, it's not like you've converted to the church."
The instructor of Class F listened to their discussion, and his expression gradually became strange: "I heard that Teacher Yelu and Weston were classmates. They should be the same age, right? How come you can't tell at all from their appearances?"
If Weston didn't have that lifeless expression, he would look like a recent graduate just by looking at his appearance.
“They are of different ages, so of course you can’t tell.” The female teacher was quite clear about this: “Don’t you know that? Weston was a very famous child prodigy back then. He skipped grades and went straight to the next level after only four years of preparatory school.”
"Wait, didn't he not have his special ability yet when he was studying there?" The instructor of Class F became increasingly confused.
“Yes, but he was too smart. The faculty at Cornunos at the time unanimously believed that he would awaken the ability of ‘omniscience,’ and that staying in school would be a waste of his talent. So they made an exception and admitted him to the String Light Academy.” The female teacher gestured excitedly, just thinking about it made her excited: “Then, he completed the String Light Academy in two years, and last year, as a representative of the National Research Center, he was elected as the youngest member of the Joint Parliament in Pinheisburg!”
The male teacher muttered under his breath, "It's not like that anymore. They still have to teach these little brats with us."
The instructors in Class F focused on something else entirely: "What is the 'omniscient' ability? Is it an ability that enhances intelligence?"
If Weston's only superpower is his intelligence, then he can understand Weston's achievements in developing the Heartstone and his numerous research projects on Pandora.
"Probably. It seems to be a very rare superpower, otherwise the teachers back then wouldn't have valued him so much." The female teacher shrugged and joked, "Perhaps awakening 'omniscience' would allow him to know everything about this world?"
"It can't be that powerful..."
That's why it's so rare!
...
Yelüqi was immune to Weston's cold attitude. Weston had always been like this since his student days: aloof, arrogant, and bad-tempered, he never said anything nice, but he wasn't a bad person.
"Those are your students, right?" Yelü Qi teaches physical fitness to three classes at the same time and can roughly remember each student's class.
Weston turned his head, glanced at him, and spoke in a light tone, completely ignoring his words: "With such a clear memory, you should still remember the teaching schedule for basic attacks and control before the superpower practice, right?"
The A to C classes of the Yelü Qi Cult have been running around for the past few weeks, while the other three classes are almost ready to master basic attacks and controls.
The instructors of Class B and Class C dared not raise objections out of fear of the previous executors, and only Weston could speak to him in this way.
In these three classes, not many students actually finished running through every class. In other words, most students were left to their own devices. Even Weston, who didn't want to get involved, felt that this was a bit too ridiculous.
Yelü Qi scratched his head: "Basic attack and control are such simple things, I taught them in one lesson. I've been training those bastards every year, how could they not understand? At their age, they awaken their superpowers and think they're the best in the world. If they don't lay a solid foundation now, they'll be hard to manage later."
Weston coldly scrutinized him, a faint blue vein bulging on his forehead, his eyes sharp: "You're comparing these trash who can't even distinguish the types of superpowers to one in a million superpower users? Each student in Class D needs at least twelve class hours to master basic attacks and controls. Just because you think something is simple doesn't mean everyone thinks so. I think your brain has been petrified by superpowers too."
Yelü Qi was somewhat embarrassed after Weston sprayed his face with venom.
“Teach however you like,” Weston said sarcastically. “If you really want to be a normal teacher, you should at least realize that there are many things in this world that are dumber than you think.”
"Okay, okay, I understand." Yelü Qi raised his hands to indicate surrender. He wasn't too angry after being spoken to so rudely. "I know there's a problem with my teaching plan, but I see that the students in Class A are learning very quickly, so it won't be a problem."
Weston stood with his arms crossed, his brow still slightly furrowed, lost in thought.
Yelü Qi scratched the back of his head and coughed a few times: "You know, with this illness, I won't be able to be a teacher for many more years. Let's cherish our time as colleagues."
Weston was unusually quiet.
Principal Alo Beria, who was walking at the front, stopped and nodded to the inspector from the Public Security Bureau, the secretary of the Education Bureau, and the technicians from the National Research Center.
At the very edge, there was another person dressed in a white silk robe, with a white hood completely covering their face, walking forward with them without saying a word.
"Then, I'll have to trouble you with this superpower practice." Principal Alo nodded to everyone and shook hands with each of them.
Upon reaching the man in white, he withdrew his hand, bowed slightly, and then stepped back, assuring all the officials, "It will definitely proceed smoothly."
The others also wore polite, official smiles, exchanging pleasantries before finally deciding to leave.
After all the visiting guests had left, leaving only the silent man in white, Alo led him to the teachers at the back.
“It’s like this.” Alo first bowed and smiled at the man in white before looking at Weston: “I heard that you have already chosen teammates for Qianheng? This is a cardinal from the Church of Praise, who would like to ask you about the situation.”
Weston stood before them with a somber expression, exuding a coldness that suggested he was not easy to communicate with.
The man in white made a gesture but didn't speak. A Luo, sensing the opportunity, continued, "Shu Ningmiao, is that so? I've read the report you submitted. Her ability seems to be just a strength enhancement type. Isn't that a bit too ordinary?"
The blond middle-aged man stretched out his arms and patted Weston on the shoulder with amusement: "I think there are a lot of students with interesting supernatural abilities this year. Why not choose that kid with the 'Light' supernatural ability? He would be such a good match for our future Holy Son."
The white-clad man, who had remained silent until now, suddenly moved and made a silencing gesture. A Luo sensed his displeasure from the gesture and felt somewhat embarrassed.
These clergy are such a hassle; they can't take a joke.
Alo Belial sneered inwardly, but outwardly glossed over the topic with ease: "That student with lightning abilities is also quite good. He should have a great advantage in this ability practice, at least more so than the strength-enhancing type."
Yelü Qi took a step forward and suddenly spoke: "It was my suggestion."
The principal looked somewhat surprised. Yelü Qi said, "The extent to which a superpower can be exerted is determined by the person. Compared to her peers, I think she has more of this ability."
People are driven by desires. Those with weak desires tend to be hesitant and lack motivation. The stronger one's desire to achieve a goal, the more likely one is to succeed. This is his experience.
Weston impatiently interrupted Yelüqi, saying bluntly, "She's very good at exams. If she doesn't get first place, it doesn't matter if we replace her. I don't think she'll object."
His sharp gaze fell on the man in white. The air froze for a moment, and the man in white nodded slightly.
The atmosphere immediately relaxed, and Alo smiled nonchalantly again as he accompanied the man in white away. Turning back, he instructed them, "Then I look forward to your good news. This superpower practice, as a pilot project for the research center's latest combat system, relies on everyone's joint maintenance and efforts."
After the principal walked away, the tutor of Class F sighed and said, "He made it sound so easy, but he left behind a mess. It's them who will suffer."
Did she use the training ground?
The other teachers also scattered. Weston and Yelüqi walked a little further when Yelüqi was caught off guard and suddenly heard Weston speak. He didn't realize what Weston was referring to at first.
"she?"
Weston glanced unfriendly toward the training field and nodded indifferently.
Shu Ningmiao specifically asked him to sign the training ground usage agreement, so it shouldn't be for collecting purposes.
However, if she uses it too infrequently, Weston may refuse her extension application when the validity period expires a week later.
It took Yelü Qi quite a while to realize who he was talking about, and he suddenly understood.
He was in charge of the training grounds at String Light Academy, so he knew the general situation: "Take a look, she should still be in the training grounds."
Weston raised an eyebrow and glanced at the terminal. It was already 8 p.m., and even boarding students should have been back in their dorms by now.
He and Yelü Qi walked to the outside of the training ground, but did not go in directly. The iron walls surrounding the training ground could be made transparent in one direction under the control of the main console, so that the observation from the outside would not affect the training inside.
Yelüqi manipulated the device, making a small section of the outer wall in front of them transparent. Although the lights were on inside, it was empty, with not a single person in sight.
Weston narrowed his eyes slightly, and suddenly a cloud of white sand was kicked up in the center of the field.
A figure descended from the sky, instantly cleaving the humanoid machine in the middle of the white sand with a loud bang that pierced through the iron wall. Shu Ningmiao, dressed in a simple training uniform covered in white sand, was holding a standard electronic sword provided by the training ground and had just stopped her movements.
Both the humanoid machine and the electronic sword were intangible projections. After she cleaved the machine in two, it quickly disappeared from the spot.
The current Shu Ningmiao is completely different from her usual impeccably groomed appearance. In Weston's memory, although she wore the Cornunos uniform skirt every day, it was obviously meticulously made up, without a single wrinkle. She wore different jewelry for each volunteer work session, and never wore the same piece twice.
Shu Ningmiao was no different from any other pampered rich girl in Lingtian District. She regarded her appearance, clothing and accessories as part of her social life, and was always glamorous and dazzling, wearing her status and privilege on her face.
Spoiled, vain, and a bit shrewd—that was Weston’s entire impression of her. But because of this shrewdness, she was very good at understanding what others meant and did things quite well.
In the deserted training ground, she seemed to have completely given up on such details; her loose black training clothes were dusty and covered in marks that couldn't be wiped clean.
When she tilted her head back, beads of sweat trickled down her wisps of hair beside her ears. Her hair, tied up with a ribbon, accentuated the striking beauty of her features.
However, when she was all alone, Shu Ningmiao did not smile as generously and sweetly as usual. Her face was expressionless, both familiar and strange.
The lights in the training field outlined her figure, like a layer of white, misty holy light.
She planted her sword in the white sand, and suddenly her legs gave way and she knelt down.
Weston's coldness subtly shifted under the night lights, and Yelüqi heard him speak in such a strange tone for the first time: "You opened the projection training to her?"
"She did it herself, didn't she?" Yelü Qi said honestly, "The stuff at your research center is so advanced, I still don't understand it."
“You have a supervisory responsibility!” Weston said coldly, utterly bewildered by Yelüqi’s audacity. “If she gets injured on the training field, all of us teachers will be held accountable.”
He paused, then continued, "You don't know her brother..."
"What brother?" Yelü Qi still didn't seem to care about it: "It's normal to get injured. Who doesn't get injured during training?"
“I think you should get brain surgery,” Weston sneered. “Get the stone out of your head and be a normal person.”
"Oh, really? I don't think you're someone who cares about students. After being expelled from the National Research Center, you've finally learned some social skills?" Yelü Qi wasn't entirely without temper.
"It can't compare to your ability to assess the situation."
He wasn't listening to Weston's attack at all, lost in thought: "...Why does that move of hers just now seem a little familiar?"
Shu Ningmiao was trying to imitate the actions of the drivers she had seen on the overpass that day.
The wielder descended from the sky and made a clean and decisive move, leaving a deep impression on her. Moreover, from beginning to end, he didn't seem to use any superpowers—or perhaps he used a power-enhancing skill. In any case, it was very instructive for her.
She tried to imitate that person's sword movements, only to realize how different they were. Her movements were far from nimble and fast enough. If she were in the same position, she probably wouldn't be able to kill with a single blow.
Moreover, she was only using an electronic sword from the training ground, which was almost weightless in her hand, while the giant sword that person was holding might be heavier than her entire body.
Shu Ningmiao was not discouraged by this realization; on the contrary, she has been very energetic lately because of her strong interest.
Weston has been very busy lately and hasn't asked her to do any volunteer work. After revising her elective courses, she was able to spend most of her free time in the training field, but the more she simulated battles, the more unsatisfied she felt.
Simply focusing on increasing strength makes the attack strategy too simplistic.
She couldn't help but think, "If only I could unlock more states, that would be great," but unfortunately, she couldn't freely generate other specific emotions.
But that wielder gave her a new perspective: his strength was simply pure strength, unrelated to any complicated supernatural abilities; a single sword strike could kill.
No matter how many superpowers you have, if you don't use them well, it's all for nothing.
She can't be too hasty.
Weston and Yelüqi watched outside for a while, and seeing that she showed no intention of resting, they left quietly.
As the start date of the supernatural ability practice drew closer, more and more unfamiliar faces appeared at String Light Academy. These people were said to be technicians from the National Research Center, who were there to install facilities for the supernatural ability practice.
In the past, the String Light Academy's practice of supernatural abilities always involved taking students to other places for practice. This is the first time that the practice has been carried out on campus, and the rules should be quite different from before.
When Shu Ningmiao attended Weston's class, a somewhat mischievous thought suddenly occurred to her—she had heard that Weston used to be quite famous at the research center, and she wondered if he would feel awkward if he met his former colleague.
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