"Classmate Wayne, please!"
Tommy, the head teacher, who was already a middle-aged uncle, was looking at him with a pleading look on his face.
"Please go to the academy headquarters for me and find the student union there to submit the exam papers for the cram school! Today is my first date with my new girlfriend, and I can't be late~"
Although Teacher Tommy always falls out of love because of being dumped, he can quickly start a new relationship after each breakup. In a sense, it has to be said that this is a very rare ability.
The tutors of the cram school rotate every week, and this week it happened to be the turn of Teacher Tommy, the head teacher of Class B.
However, he is only responsible for sending out and rewinding the curls.
In the past, it would have been okay to let the temporary squad leader handle any urgent matters, but since Kamil transferred to another school, the entire fifth-grade cram school has been completely idle.
Wayne thought for a while and agreed.
"Okay, I just need to send the papers to their student union office?"
Teacher Tommy was overjoyed: "Yes, there will be someone there to receive it."
After handing him the paper, Tommy hurried to the appointment location.
"At least say something and buy me a drink next time~"
Wayne complained speechlessly.
Up to now, Wayne has done countless papers in tutoring classes, and almost every time he got perfect marks.
'Please apply for a make-up exam opportunity by the beginning of next month. 'He made up his mind.
For him, tutoring is not difficult, but it takes up too much free time and is still very annoying.
But he did not waste all the time he had to spend in the academy. Instead, he filled up the "Prince Richard Strategy Plan" with pieces of scrap paper day and night.
With this detailed planning process, I believe that Miss Songli will be able to turn His Highness from the wrong path back to the right path!
Wayne felt like he was worrying about their life-long event.
If it was just to make some pocket money before, now...
He is really going to take action!
All the way to the academy headquarters, Wayne asked several staff members before he found the location of the student union in a very remote corner.
"No way……"
He was shocked by how shabby the student union was.
What appeared in front of us was a dilapidated house with air leakage from all sides. It looked like it was just a frame built in a corner with a few pieces of tent cloth. It was no better than the temporary school fair booth of the elementary school.
A worn-out wooden board with the words "Student Union" written on it hung precariously outside.
"Is...is there anyone?"
shouted Wayne.
"Please come in."
Listening to the voice, it was the girl named Olive Hawk.
Wayne turned his back, walked backwards, parted the curtain and walked in.
"Who are you?" Olive's first reaction was a little confused when she saw a child from the primary school. Then she was relieved when she saw the test paper in his hand, "So he's here to deliver the test paper. Come in."
"Yes, Teacher Tommy has to get off work because of an emergency."
When I walked into the student union, I realized that the space inside was quite large, but it looked a little empty because there were no furnishings.
In addition to Olive, there were two boys and two girls sitting around the conference table, grading test papers at a very fast speed.
"Ah... there are new ones here." A girl held her head and wailed, "There are three grades in the elementary department and six grades in the elementary department. They can't finish the changes every day~"
Olive pursed her lips and said comfortingly: "It will be fine after they all pass the official make-up exam in a while."
Putting the paper in his hand next to a pile of uncorrected test questions, Wayne finally understood why the academy's tutoring methods were so weird.
The reason why students in individual subjects are not explained the test questions, but are forced to keep doing the papers, turns out to be free labor exploitation.
It’s true that behind every paper there is an innocent student council member.
He even couldn't help but wonder if someone at the top of the Academy Council was deliberately causing trouble.
The girl who complained just now stood up, walked to Wayne, and bent down gently.
"Kids, tell me, sister, how long will it take for all the students in your cram school to pass the make-up exam?"
Olive laughed and said, "How could he know such a thing?"
"I know." Wayne said.
The girl in front of him brightened up and looked at him expectantly, waiting for the next words.
"If they only rely on their own strength, they may keep taking the make-up exams until they are enrolled in the cram school for the winter vacation at the end of the semester, right?" he said with a bright face.
"Eh--!" The girl looked surprised, "How is that possible? Your tutor will explain each question to you, right? There are only so many questions in the question bank, and you will always be able to answer the original questions."
"Explanation? There is no such thing."
After saying that, he added as if he remembered something again. "Oh, if you have a tutor and are more diligent students, maybe you can find someone else to explain it after you get home."
On the side, Olive's expression changed slightly.
In the student union room, which already had an aura of poverty, the atmosphere was stagnant for a moment, and the temperature seemed to have dropped a little lower.
Just at this moment, there was another movement outside.
"Olive, are you there?"
Without waiting for a reply, a figure opened the curtain and strode in.
"Professor Conley!" All the student union members present stopped what they were doing and greeted him respectfully.
Olive stood up and said, "Teacher."
The person who broke in was a man wearing a white coat who looked like a medical worker in his previous life. He also had a short braid tied with a rubber band at the back of his head.
Seeing the pile of test papers accumulated on the table, he frowned tightly.
"I told you not to do such meaningless things! Throw it away! Throw it all away!"
He angrily scolded: "Do you think you can change anything by doing this? Those guys! Not only will they not care about your kindness, but they will make it worse because they think you are easy to bully."
"You're wasting your own time!"
Olive's eyes narrowed and she said nothing.
Seeing his proud disciple's indifferent expression, Conley knew that she probably didn't listen, and her stubborn temper matched his own.
He turned his eyes helplessly, and then he saw a discordant figure entering next to him.
"Which family are you from?" he asked unhappily.
"Uh... I'm Wayne Wincher."
Upon hearing the name, Olive's ears twitched slightly and she turned her head to look at him.
Conley also looked slightly surprised.
"That's it, the magic genius from the elementary school?"
Wayne smiled awkwardly: "If you are referring to the one who performed a magic performance at the academy party, you should be talking about me."
"Haha." Conley snorted disdainfully, "Having extraordinary magical talents, but using them to do the kind of puppet shows that only children like. Nowadays, the nobles have really improved."
Seeing Wayne looking at him with a speechless expression, Conley suddenly realized that the person in front of him was actually a child.
That’s all…
Conley said with some disappointment: "Your lord, the Duke, hasn't even reimbursed Olive for her attendance fees for the past few days. Remember to urge him to settle..."
Um?
Attendance fee -
money?
He touched his chin and walked twice around Wayne thoughtfully.
"Young man, I see your bones are amazing. Are you interested in learning magic from my uncle?"
