In Sumeru, pretend to be a scholar!

Chapter 104 Wang Yan: Do I have to be bullied?

When Wang Yan woke up early the next morning, he felt refreshed and full of warmth. 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 they have good things happen, or if it's the blessing of angels at work.

He pushed open the window, and the morning light, mixed with the unique fresh air of the grass and trees of Sumeru City, rushed in, instantly invigorating him.

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

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

Ah~ I feel like I'm back. Yes, it's that feeling of working from 8 am to 9 am.

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

Seeing others working 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 not going to the Academy of Teachings. After following the general direction for a while, he turned into the path leading to Farusan's house at the fork in the road.

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

My cute female tutor is probably still asleep.

He easily took out his key and opened the door.

Even though she just got back yesterday, the living room is a mess again, with blueprints and parts scattered everywhere. It's clear that Farusan 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, Farusan appeared at the kitchen door right on time.

"Put an egg in a pan for me, and add some scallions," Farusan said without any politeness.

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," Farusan praised.

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

"Fine, fine, this stupid apprentice isn't cute at all." Farussan pouted, but still got up to help tidy up.

"Go to the college to submit your paper. 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, tables, and supplementary materials.

Besides Wang Yan himself, some of the materials he collected 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 your paper materials when submitting it is something that can't happen.

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

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

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

"Okay, then you can take a break after submitting the paper. I'll help you if there are any problems," Farusan said naturally.

Wang Yan felt a surge of gratitude.

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

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

In fact, there shouldn't be any problem if Farusan doesn't get involved.

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

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

But that's obviously impossible. Since Wang Yan came to Sumeru City, he has always been kind to people.

After quickly tidying up, the two went out.

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

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

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

Farusian was already used to this treatment and waved her hand, saying, "It wasn't me, it was my student."

After saying that, he gave Wang Yan a look.

Wang Yan stepped forward, took the paper 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, then looked at Farusan 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.

Farussan said impatiently, "Is it wrong that he's a genius?"

"Well—alright, I'll arrange for the process to begin." The old scholar could only say sullenly, seeing Farusan's impatience.

"Okay, just contact me if you have any problems later. He's going back to Liyue for the holidays." Falushan was not polite at all.

"This is against the rules—"

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

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

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

Wang Yan quickly followed.

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

"Mentor, just now—"

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

"A little bit."

Farusan stopped and looked at Wang Yan: "Although the atmosphere in the Instruction Academy has improved a lot under the leadership of the Grass God, seniority still exists."

"Therefore, I have to be firm with him. Otherwise, he might not necessarily block your paper, but he might 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 seem to have much of a feeling about the seniority system in academia.

Before he transmigrated, he had no connection to academia.

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

After Wang Yan joined the Order Academy, he never attended a normal class; he was taught one-on-one by Farusan.

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

Farusan stood with her hands on her hips and her chin slightly raised, looking quite formidable.

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

"Cough cough cough~"

Farusian, who had been acting all high and mighty, instantly lost her composure.

Having finally caught her breath, she saw the smile in her apprentice's eyes, and her face contorted with rage: "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.

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

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

"Of course! This is education in love!" Farusan persisted in following behind.

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 hint of surprise, but after recognizing that it was Farusan and her students, they all showed knowing and even envious smiles.

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

"You dare to hide!"

"Should I just stand there and take a beating if I don't dodge?" Wang Yan pleaded with a smile, but his feet didn't stop. "Mentor, please calm down, maintain your image!"

"What's the point of maintaining a good image in front of a wicked disciple like you!" Farusan finally seized an opportunity and punched Wang Yan in the back, but it wasn't very powerful.

Wang Yan feigned an "ouch" and turned around, bowing respectfully: "This student knows his mistake, please be lenient, mentor."

Farussan 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." Farusan straightened her slightly disheveled robe sleeves, regaining her somewhat arrogant demeanor.

"Yes, mentor." Wang Yan obediently followed her, walking 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."

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