god of tomorrow

Gao Wen has a comprehensive plan for the sustainable development of the mission. In order to maximize the rewards and for his own safety, he will not leave the school in the near future.

"It's not that exaggerated. Van Sen doesn't dare to go out either. He's on the parents' blacklist. Forget about backstabbing, they're practically shoving cannons into his mouth," Hill said chuckled.

The school immediately severed ties with Fan Sen, making it clear that the son must pay for the father's sins; Fan Sen would no longer be under the school's protection, and the school would not interfere with any grudges he might have.

That's good news!

Gawain nodded secretly, still unwilling to leave the school. Although he liked the mystery and there was nothing wrong with Hill treating him, university life was really good, and he felt more free and open-minded here.

He's a Level 1 VIP. Even if he just lazes around at school, he can still collect experience points and magic points every day. He can accumulate 365 magic points in a year. Wouldn't it be better to go out then?

Those who survive to the end are invincible.

Even if we remain cautious and timid, we won't panic when enemies come from the sky.

Hill, still unwilling to give up, tried to steer the conversation in a roundabout way: "By the way, who is your meditation teacher, and what assignments did they give you that made you so attentive?"

"Ms. Frey."

"What, it's that 'evergreen' Frey?"

Hill's pupils contracted sharply. To make sure Gawain hadn't mispronounced the name, he raised his hand and gestured in the shape of a gourd: "Are you sure it's this big, this thin, this big of a flère?"

"He's a teacher, you should at least show him some respect." Gao Wen's face darkened.

"I'd like to ride horses with her..."

Hill was extremely jealous. His meditation mentor was a grumpy old man who had never taken Frey's class: "Precisely because he is a teacher... no, you traitor, you are not a traditional aristocrat at all."

"..."

That wasn't it to begin with.

"Cousin, no, older cousin, how about we make a deal? I'll take attendance for you next meditation class, okay?"

"No."

"He knelt down."

"No."

"father!"

"roll!"

"Damn it, Gawain, you'll regret this!"

boom!

Slam the door shut.

"Who do you think you are? You call yourself a businessman? Why don't you offer more money?!"

Gawain stopped meditating, glanced at tomorrow's schedule: history class in the morning and two magic theory classes in the afternoon.

"If I remember correctly, Holden said that you could learn free magic in the magic theory class..."

Furthermore, they are also responsible for rituals involving order magic.

Hopefully, this teacher can give him some surprises.

Chapter 30 Truly befitting our traditional aristocracy

The instructor for the magic theory class was named Buber, a middle-aged man, who, like the physical education teacher Leo and the meditation teacher Frey, was a very distinctive person.

He was well-off, with a large belly, and sported a barcode-style hairstyle.

The so-called "barcode hairstyle" refers to middle-aged men with balding hair who refuse to face reality, stubbornly calling the bald patch a "middle part" and believing it to be a technical adjustment. They think that as long as they choose the right shampoo, eat a reasonable diet, and supplement with health products, everything will be fine.

The top of Buber's head was completely bald, smooth as a mirror, reflecting the gleam of his intelligence under the classroom lights. The hair on the sides and back of his head grew stubbornly, barely covering the bald patch after being carefully combed horizontally.

Unfortunately, the defenses were too weak to withstand the wind.

Of course, the most recognizable one is the teacher of the history teacher, Ge Lan, who has a strong sense of history at first glance.

Before class, Gao Wen asked the students on his left and right about Professor Buber. Although Professor Buber was not good-looking, his grandfather was a nobleman. Due to the decline of his family and the early death of his parents, he chose to stay at the school after graduation. He could be considered a scholar with a family background in scholarship.

"Class, today's lesson is about the discipline of magic..."

With a textbook in one hand and a yellowed handkerchief in the other, Buber wiped the grease and sweat from his face every now and then: "I don't know how you understood magic before, and I don't care how your elders or other teachers defined magic. To me, magic is knowledge exchanged for its equivalent value..."

Chaos magic is forbidden and heretical. When people usually mention magic, they are referring to orthodox magic, also known as the blessings of the gods. Buber's transformation of the relationship between magicians and gods from a top-down bestowal to a transaction between equals is somewhat blasphemous.

Thankfully, this is the philosophy department, not the theology department in the East District. The students have already set up a barbecue grill.

"Equivalence means equality, it means mutual contribution, and it means that God treats every contributor equally. God doesn't care about your origins, whether you are a noble or a commoner, God doesn't care at all. Put away your arrogance, on the path of magic, no one has privileges, we are all the same."

"Maintain humility and a thirst for knowledge; do not take magic for granted; revere it, understand it, and always remember the price it comes with..."

"Very good, take a 20-minute break. In the next class, we will talk about the essence of magic and how to become a qualified listener and guide through meditation."

Two magic theory classes are held back-to-back, each class lasting 80 minutes, with a 20-minute break in between.

The two lessons were very beneficial for Gao Wen, and he felt very fulfilled. But as for what made him feel fulfilled and what he specifically learned... well, the two lessons were all about knowledge points that would be tested!

Damn it, this guy likes to go off-topic in class, talking about whatever comes to mind.

Gawain felt he had gained something, but also felt he had wasted three hours. After class, he didn't leave immediately, but instead stopped Buber in the corridor with his books.

In an instant, looking down at my double chin and looking up at the back of my neck, a peculiar smell of old parchment mixed with high-end hair oil wafted over me.

"Professor Buber, please wait a moment."

Buber stopped his leisurely pace, turned to look at Gawain, and pondered for a moment before saying, "I remember when you took attendance, you called yourself Gawain, right?"

What do you mean by "self-proclaimed"? I didn't ask anyone to clock in for me.

"I am Gao Wen. Teacher, you have a great memory. No wonder you have become a renowned scholar."

With such a sweet tongue, there must be something fishy going on!

Buber politely took a half step back, shook his head slightly, and said, "I've heard about your matter from other teachers. Don't worry, I'm just a scholar and won't do anything unnecessary at the school."

The implication is that they will not help either side and will refuse to get involved in the conflict.

Gao Wen nodded: "Teacher, you misunderstood. I can handle these minor troubles myself. There were a few questions I didn't understand in class today, so I came here specifically to ask for your help."

"Ask me about my duties."

"There are quite a few problems, and it will probably take a long time."

Gao Wen looked utterly foolish: "Teacher, as you know, I was a month late and couldn't keep up with the pace."

"You can ask a classmate to tutor you."

Buber succinctly stated, "You are not a commoner, but there are quite a few commoners in the class. One is rich, and the other is free. They are willing to exchange their time for money."

“My classmates only have a month more knowledge than me, and I hope to have a better teacher to guide me.”

"What, do you want me to introduce you to a senior student?"

"..."

Huh, why didn't I think of that... Pshaw, no wonder he's a former nobleman, his thought process is so high class.

After beating around the bush a few times, Gao Wen wasn't sure if Buber really didn't understand or was just pretending, so he simply asked directly, "Professor Buber, how much do you earn a month when you work at the university?"

Upon hearing this, Buber's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter: "You're quite an interesting student. The teacher said I won't do anything unnecessary at school, so there's no point in trying to win me over."

"I'll give you three hundred!"

"..."

Who do you think you are!

Booth fell silent, unable to tell whether Gawain was stupid or deliberately trying to embarrass him. Gawain wanted to pay him for tutoring for only 300 a month, and also to put on a show for outsiders. What a jerk.

"Three hundred per class!"

"..."

You have a really good eye for people!

Buper had to admit that he was shamefully tempted at that moment. Three hundred per class, nine thousand a month. In a daze, he recalled the carefree joy of his youth, and the dead aristocratic sickness returned, urging him to seize the opportunity and not let these nobles who didn't value money slip by.

This guy isn't just a jerk, he's practically a godfather!

Even if he's a scoundrel, he's still a scoundrel's godfather!

"How about it, teacher? Is it okay?"

"Just tutoring?"

"It's just extra lessons!"

"I promise you, but I'm usually very busy. It costs 500 yuan per class and I have tutoring every two days. We'll start tonight, so you won't waste your money."

"make a deal."

Gao Wen nodded immediately. He knew that Buber didn't understand how terrifying AI was, but he would soon find out. He, Gao Wen, never wasted money. "Professor Buber, where should I wait for you tonight? In the classroom?"

"Don't occupy public resources. It will have a bad impact if the patrolling security department sees you. Where is your dormitory? I'll bring my textbooks to find you."

Wonderful!

A good teacher is one who follows the rules, knows how to be flexible, and most importantly, is decisive in getting things done when paid.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

Bang bang bang————

"Gawain, if you're so capable, then go and attend Frey's meditation class. If you're so capable, then open the door!"

That night, the sounds of pigs being slaughtered, like ghosts howling and wolves howling, filled the air once more.

Hill pounded on Gawain's bedroom door, going through the same routine every day, never forgetting to take his cousin to the Mystery Shop to broaden his horizons.

"You don't know how miserable they are. A gambling father, a sick mother, a younger brother in school, a broken home. If you don't save her, who will?"

Hill, with a compassionate expression, finally promised, "While you're young, when everything's easy, you have to help me with this! Come on, buddy, I'll let you kill two birds with one stone tonight!"

"No, I have an appointment with my tutor, he'll be here soon," Gao Wen interrupted his rambling.

"Is your tutor... a senior student? Does she have big breasts? Is she a senior student from medical school, teaching about human anatomy?"

Hill, who was already a bit eccentric, immediately perked up, patted Gawain's shoulder hard, and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, as expected of our traditional aristocracy, with such a strong family tradition of learning, you've grasped the essence of university life in one go. By the way, does the senior have any roommates? If so, arrange one for me with a boyfriend, I also want to improve myself every day."