Xiaoguai's unintentional display of terrifying talent shocked everyone.
Mag knew in his heart that Xiaoguai was the reincarnation of Poseidon after all, and his natural powers were not outrageous, but he was still unable to control the energy in his body stably at this time.
However, this matter was of great importance. Although he had great trust in Crassus and Julian, he still did not want Xiaoguai's identity to be exposed too quickly.
"It turns out that Xiaoguai is good at water magic, so learning magic from Jina is naturally the best thing." Mag said with a smile.
"Well, then let me learn magic from my mother." Jina also said quickly.
"Hmm, Xiaoguai likes magic." Xiaoguai nodded and forgot about school.
Mag asked Irina to help repair the cracks in the ceiling with magic. The restaurant withstood Xiao Guai's previous snap of fingers without disturbing the guests queuing outside. The restaurant was open as normal.
After the business ended in the morning, Mag brought a set of kitchen utensils, rode a bicycle, and drove Yabei Mia straight to Hope Academy.
Barbara and Sheryl's classes are scheduled for Tuesday, so they don't have to go to class today.
"Boss Mai, are you guys coming to class too?" When Mag arrived at the gate of the academy, he happened to meet Vivian getting off the carriage.
"Yes, Teacher Vivian." Mag smiled and nodded, "Here, please call me Teacher Mag."
Vivian looked at Mag, who was wearing a chef's uniform, and nodded with a smile: "Okay, Teacher Mag."
Then her eyes fell on Yabei Mia beside her, and her eyes lit up, "Mia, this dress really suits you."
"Thank you." Yabei Mia's face showed a bit of joy.
She was wearing a black ol' suit, smart and decent, but also a little sexy, just like a little secretary.
"Mia is my teaching assistant." Mag introduced.
"You are the only one who has a teaching assistant in our school." Vivian winked at Mag.
Mag was stunned for a moment and asked, "Aren't those old professors there?"
"No." Vivian shook her head, "Not even in Chaos Academy."
"This..." Mag pondered, feeling that this academy was a little different from what he imagined.
No one else has it, but if he does, it's a bit too conspicuous.
"It doesn't matter. I've already reported it to the principal and she agreed." Mag said matter-of-factly.
He didn't want to show off, he just felt that as a new teacher, he would have to teach a hundred students at once, and he was worried that he would not be able to control the situation, so he asked Mia to help.
And she can also help with many chores.
Vivian looked at Mag with some envy and said, "Luna is really doting on you. I'm also asking her to apply to see if she can find a teaching assistant to help me correct my homework."
"We're in a hurry, let's go in first." Mag glanced at the clock, handed the teacher's door number to the doorman for inspection, and then walked inside with Mia.
"I heard that more than 400 students have signed up for your class. It is the most popular major this year." Vivian quickly followed up and sighed.
"This shows that children have sharp eyes." Mag smiled slightly.
"Just go ahead and say something. I feel like I'm going to collapse even though I have 40 or 50 kids in charge. These 100 naughty kids are crowding into the kitchen." Vivian looked at Mag with some pity, "I wish you good luck."
Mag paused and looked at Vivian's back walking towards the teaching building, feeling some pressure inexplicably.
More than a hundred children, a big kitchen...
Mag thought about that scene seriously, and his expression became unnatural.
It's a mistake. It's a mistake. It shouldn't be full of recruits as soon as it comes up...
"Boss, I think you should bring sister Jina here. She is the best at handling this kind of situation." Mia smiled.
Mag was silent, Jina was indeed the nemesis of naughty children, but she had to take care of her children at home.
"It doesn't matter, we can handle it too, it's just a group of kids." Mag smiled and cheered Mia up, walking towards the chef training center building.
From a distance, Mag saw hundreds of children standing in line in front of the building, as well as several teachers and kitchen ladies helping to measure their height.
There was a row of pots placed in front of the height measurement item, and the pots were half filled with water. The children stepped forward one by one and worked hard to pick up the pots.
"Cozmo, you're not tall enough, try harder next time."
"Garfield, you are not strong enough. You need to eat more often and exercise more."
"Isaac, his height and strength are qualified! Pass!"
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With the sound of reports, the eliminated children walked aside in frustration and were taken back to the teacher by the teachers, while the admitted children were led to the open space in front of the building with excited faces.
Mag glanced at it and saw that there were only about thirty children passing through.
At this time, there were less than a hundred children whose heights were still being measured.
"Did I set the threshold too high?" Mag frowned. The situation seemed different from what she had imagined.
"They are too thin and small. They look much smaller than other children of the same age." Yabei Mia looked at those children with pity. She had also spent a similar time back then, without food and always hungry.
"Teacher McGonagall." Among the crowd, a teacher walked over quickly, "You are here."
"Teacher Sheila." Mag smiled and nodded, looked at the children and said, "Is this screening?"
"Yes, the principal said that you are busy, so let us help screen the children according to your requirements first." Sheila nodded, looked at the children, and said with some regret: "But most of these children are not very well developed, with height and Not many have the strength to meet the requirements.”
"Are all the remaining children here?" Mag asked.
"Yes, we have been screening for an hour. There are more than 400 students. Those who did not meet the standards have returned to the classroom or gone to the next teacher's practical training course." Sheila nodded.
Mag glanced at the remaining children. Only about ten of them were tall enough to meet his requirements, and most of them had thin arms and legs. They didn't look like they could lift a heavy pot.
"Thank you for your hard work." Mag nodded slightly. It seemed that he could only recruit thirty or forty students today.
However, McGonagall thinks this threshold is reasonable. Children who have not reached it should be allowed to grow a little longer. There is no need to rush.
If you are not tall enough, it will be difficult for you to complete the course in front of a standardized stove.
The same is true if the strength is not up to standard. Being a chef is inherently a physical job.
Mag and Mia stood aside and did not interfere with the screening.
Similar to McGonagall's estimate, only eight of the remaining children reached the standard height and strength.
The number of children who successfully entered the candidate list was thirty-eight.
The elimination rate was over 90%, which surprised Magdu.
"Wait a minute! Teacher! Can you give me a chance? I can really lift that pot! I want to be a chef!" At this moment, a childish pleading voice sounded.
