He Zhao, who was straying farther and farther down the path of a boss, went to class as usual the next day, obedient as a good little student. There was no helping it. Skipping class meant losing credits, and once his credits were insufficient, he would be forced to transfer departments.
After all, this was the "noble" Crafting Department. Even if someone was kicked out, the teachers of other majors would still welcome them transferring in. If it were any other department, insufficient credits would have gotten them expelled long ago.
Wanted to transfer departments?
Eat shit!
It was worth mentioning that, for the first time in a long while, he did not use Virtual Glasses to attend class. Instead, he drove a flashy luxury Hovercar out of the garage.
The reason was simple. Starting today, there was a hands-on practical class—blacksmithing.
To put it properly, it was a forging class.
In reality, its essence was still blacksmithing.
According to his Cheap Teacher Shen Xiangjun, this batch of freshmen was pretty good, and their progress in basic knowledge was very fast. So she asked Department Head Murei for instructions, a group of teachers held a small meeting together, and they decided to move the forging class forward.
That was right. The famous fierce man, Hanno Murei, was the head of the Forging Department. Otherwise, how could he beat up other teachers and get away unscathed? Ability was one thing, but status was equally indispensable.
Actually, it was not that he could not attend class in the residential area. The underground workshop had much more space than aboveground. Among its many assorted rooms, there was a Forging Room.
It was just that, because this was the first time, Murei had demanded in an extremely serious tone that he had to attend