In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar

He didn't back down, but simply raised his hand and drew a wind element rune: "(Angelic) Wind."

Suddenly, a gentle breeze arose from nowhere, swirling along the ground and slowly passing through the house, carrying away the accumulated stuffiness and the faint smell of dust in the air.

The room was furnished exactly as it had been before I left, with stacks of books piled on the desk and notes scattered about, though all surfaces were covered with a thin layer of dust.

Wang Yan glanced around, then reached out again, his index finger tracing three profound and simple runes where it touched the air.

[Flow], [Gathering], and [Circulation].

Wang Yan used these three runes in combination with Abyss Language to achieve the effect of cleaning and hygiene.

Now, he naturally no longer needs to use the Abyss Language, a language fraught with danger.

"(Angelic language) Winds of gathering, heed my call."

As soon as he finished speaking, the three wind runes trembled slightly and then merged into the surrounding air.

The next moment, the airflow inside the room came alive.

The wind, like countless invisible and nimble hands, brushed against the bookshelves, desktops, chair backs, and floors, gently lifting up all the accumulated dust and tiny debris.

Then they converged into several visible streams, eventually heading towards the empty trash can in the corner.

Like rivers flowing into the sea, all the dust was carefully collected into the bucket, without a single speck scattering or leaking.

"That's great."

Wang Yan didn't know whether he was praising himself or praising the power in that sentence.

He closed the door behind him, shutting out the afternoon hustle and bustle of Sumeru City, put down his luggage, and took out all the spoils from this desert trip.

Actually, there wasn't much. The most valuable thing was his pile of manuscripts, which were first-hand information from the Temple of the Flower Goddess. Next was the material for the Sacred Remains Scorpion, and finally, some desert specialties given by the people of Aru Village.

After putting everything away, Wang Yan finally felt a bit sleepy; the wine he had just drunk was starting to take effect.

"Take a shower and rest!"

My intermittent obsessive-compulsive disorder is back!

Chapter 102 Wang Yan: Do I have to be bullied?

When Wang Yan woke up early the next morning, he felt refreshed and full of warmth. Even the fatigue from more than a month of desert exploration was swept away.

I don't know if it's because people are in high spirits when something good happens, or if it's the blessing of angels at work.

He opened the window, and the morning light, mixed with the fresh scent of grass and trees unique to Sumeru City, rushed in, instantly invigorating him.

After a quick wash and tidying up, he opened the door and was about to head to Erosson's house when he saw many colleagues already hurrying to the Church of Christ.

Unlike Wang Yan, who was refreshed and energetic, most of these scholars had tired eyes, slightly gloomy faces, and a faint sense of death about them.

Ah~ I feel it again, yes, it's that feeling of going to work at 8 am.

However, Wang Yan was not affected because he did not need to sign in; Erosan was very lenient with him.

Watching others work from 8 AM, that's such a wonderful thing!

He smiled slightly, then closed the door and walked into the crowd.

Of course, Wang Yan was definitely not going to the Academy of Teachings. After following the general direction for a while, he turned into the path leading to Eros's house at the fork in the road.

After a few steps, I arrived at the door of Estelle's house, and sure enough, the door was still tightly closed.

My cute female tutor is probably still in bed.

He easily pulled out his key and opened the door.

Although she only returned yesterday, the living room is already a mess again, with blueprints and parts scattered everywhere. It's clear that Erosan did a lot of work last night.

With a sigh, Wang Yan began to tidy up, then boiled water and cooked noodles, still macaroni.

Once the whole process was completed, Falushan appeared at the kitchen door right on time.

"Make me a flat egg, with some scallions," Erosanne said bluntly.

Wang Yan nodded: "It will be ready soon, please go and wash up first."

A few minutes later.

The two sat in the living room, slurping noodles in perfect unison.

"Your skills are really good. The other day when we couldn't make a living at the academy, we went out and set up a stall," Erosan praised.

Wang Yan stood up expressionlessly to clear the dishes: "That's a very good compliment, but please don't compliment me like that next time, mentor."

"Alright, alright, stupid apprentices aren't cute at all." Erosham pouted, but still got up to help pack. "We're going to the academy to submit our thesis soon. Did you bring your things?"

Submitting a paper is definitely not as simple as just handing in a single sheet of paper; it also requires a series of preparations, including an abstract, keywords, figures and tables, and supplementary materials.

Besides Wang Yan himself, some of the materials were also prepared with the help of Elhesen and Kavi.

Pointing to the small bag placed to the side, Wang Yan nodded: "Of course I brought it."

Forgetting to bring the thesis materials when submitting a paper is something that can't happen.

"That's good. Are you going back for the Lantern Festival?" Erosanne asked again.

Kavi and Elhesen both knew that Wang Yan was from Liyue and might be returning to Liyue, and Erosanne naturally wouldn't overlook that.

Wang Yan nodded: "We need to go back. We'll see if there are any caravans going the same way."

“Okay, then you can take a break after submitting the paper. I’ll help you with any problems,” Erosan said naturally.

Wang Yan felt a surge of gratitude.

A supervisor who can help you with your thesis is like a second parent.

With Erosan around, the initial review and peer review stages of the paper will definitely be no problem.

Actually, there shouldn't be any problem if Estée Lauder doesn't get involved.

After all, Wang Yan's paper has already been tested by two top scholars of the epistemology school, Ehlersen and Elhesen.

If this gets blocked, there's only one reason: Wang Yan or Falushan has offended someone.

But this is obviously impossible, as Wang Yan has always been kind to people since he came to Sumeru City.

After a quick tidy-up, the two went out.

Before long, they arrived at the Shravasti Academy, where Erosan led Wang Yan to a scholar who looked quite old.

"Senior Erossan, are you here to submit a new paper?" The old scholar rose to greet Erossan with great amiability, which even seemed somewhat incongruous.

After all, it was an old man who got up to greet two scholars who looked young.

Erosanne was already used to this treatment and waved her hand, saying, "It's not me, it's my student."

After saying that, he gave Wang Yan a look.

Wang Yan stepped forward, took the thesis and materials out of the small bag, and handed them to the old scholar.

"A student?" The old scholar took the materials from Wang Yan's hand and looked at Eros with some hesitation. "I remember you only took him in two months ago, right?"

Wang Yan became a disciple in November, and it is now late January, which is about two months ago.

Erossan was getting impatient: "He's a genius, is that a problem?"

"Well... alright, then I'll arrange the process here." The old scholar could only say sullenly, seeing Eros's impatience.

“Okay, just contact me if you have any problems later. He’s going back to Liyue for the festival.” Erosanne was not polite at all.

"This is against the rules..."

"Who made these rules? How come I don't know about them?"

"..." The old scholar looked helpless, and finally could only nod, "Then I'll listen to my senior."

"Okay, that's settled then. Wang Yan, I'm leaving." Eros waved to Wang Yan and turned to leave.

Wang Yan quickly followed.

The two left the old scholar's office and walked down the academy's corridor.

"Mentor, just now..."

"What, do you think I'm too domineering?"

"A little bit."

Eros stopped and looked at Wang Yan: "Although the atmosphere in the Academy has improved a lot under the leadership of the Grass God, there are still some seniority-based systems."

"Therefore, I have to be firm with him. Otherwise, he might not block your thesis, but he can still make you run around a couple more times."

Wang Yan listened and nodded thoughtfully.

To be honest, in his previous life he was a pure college student who didn't get involved in academics and wrote mostly data garbage.

Wang Yan doesn't really feel much about the seniority system in academic circles.

Before he transmigrated, he was not part of the academic circle.

After he traveled through time, Falusan protected him too well.

After Wang Yan joined the Academy of Teachings, he never attended a normal class; he was always taught one-on-one by Fa Lushan.

"In short, you are my student, and only I can bully you. No one else can."

Erosham stood with her hands on her hips and her chin slightly raised, looking very impressive.

"..." Wang Yan paused for a moment, looked at his cute female mentor, and said in a low voice, "So mentor, do I have to be bullied?"

"Cough cough cough~"

Eros, who had been acting all 'amazing,' instantly lost her composure.

Having finally caught her breath, she saw the smile in her apprentice's eyes, and her face turned ferocious: "Foolish apprentice, take this!"

"Ah! Teacher, I was wrong!" Seeing that things were not going well, Wang Yan turned around and ran away, but he still had a smile on his face.

Erosian wasn't about to let him off the hook: "Stop right there! Today I'm going to teach you what it means to respect your teacher!"

"Does respecting teachers and valuing the Way include being beaten?" Wang Yan asked, laughing as he dodged.

“Of course! This is ‘education of love’!” Erosanne persisted, chasing after her relentlessly.

The chase between the two immediately attracted the attention of several intellectual scholars in the corridor.

Most of them were carrying heavy books. Their originally serious faces first showed a little surprise, but after they saw that it was Falushan and her students, they all showed knowing and even envious smiles.

Such a harmonious relationship between teachers and students is rare even in the Faculty of Education.

"You dare to hide!"

"Aren't you going to stand here and take a beating if you don't dodge?" Wang Yan pleaded with a smile, but his feet didn't stop moving. "Teacher, calm down, mind your image!"

"What's the point of maintaining an image in front of a wicked disciple like you!" Falushan finally seized an opportunity and punched Wang Yan in the back, but it didn't have much force.

Wang Yan cooperated by letting out a "ouch," pretending to be in pain, then turned around and cupped his hands, saying, "This student knows his mistake, please be lenient, teacher."

Erosham raised her chin smugly: "That's more like it."

Seeing Wang Yan trying to suppress his laughter, he couldn't help but smile back.

Sunlight streamed in through the stained-glass window at the end of the corridor, casting dappled shadows on the floor, creating a beautiful scene.

"Let's go home." Erosham straightened her slightly disheveled robe sleeves, regaining her somewhat arrogant demeanor.

"Yes, mentor." Wang Yan obediently followed her and walked side by side towards the exit of the academy. "Mentor, I'll cook you a big meal tonight."

"Then let's go to the Grand Bazaar to buy groceries."

"Okay, mentor, no problem, mentor."

Chapter 103 Adventurers' Association

The next day.

With her supervisor taking care of her thesis, Wang Yan was left with some free time.

In the morning, I went to Menakali's shop to ask Khalid if he needed any translation work done recently.

But as it turns out, once a market niche is released, it will soon be filled by someone.

Khalid told Wang Yan that most of the orders had been taken by scholars of the epistemology school, and there were no particularly difficult orders that Wang Yan needed to handle recently.