Even Good Students Can Skip Class

After another day of training, Aaron, without telling Jeans, took Abei to the twenty-eighth Secret Chamber.

He felt that he was in a particularly negative state lately, and even seriously suspected that he had developed depression at a young age and urgently needed psychological guidance.

Flor emerged from the black stone pillar, looked at Aaron's lifeless eyes, and understood what was going on. He sighed, "The longest road to learning is the one paved with the teacher's tricks."

You think you're on the second level, but teachers are often on the fifth level, and as for the more astute principals, they're practically in the atmosphere.

"Ancestor, please don't make fun of me."

"I'm not making fun of you, I'm just stating the facts," Flor said with amusement. "To be honest, I'm surprised you've lasted this long."

I had previously opposed using free time for other subjects, but unfortunately, my father, grandfather, and great-grandfather all rejected this suggestion.

When it was my turn to be in charge, I understood why they did what they did, and I successfully continued this tradition.

"Why?" Aaron asked, puzzled. "Is there some secret involved?"

"No," Flor said embarrassedly, "Even we, the older generation, know how to work hard. You younger generations have better resources and more comfortable conditions, so why shouldn't you work hard?"

To be honest, it's purely a matter of psychological imbalance.

Aaron opened his mouth, then lay on the floor with a wry smile.

Seriously, he's a real bastard.

In other families, it's the children who cause trouble for their fathers, but Gaius only thinks about causing trouble for his descendants.

When I become the head of the family, I will definitely abolish this rule...

No, the younger generation should receive a better education, so I have to give them a few more courses. That's just how double-standard I am.

"Cough cough! Aren't you afraid of driving people crazy by playing like this?"

Why do you think I'm in this Secret Chamber?

"Isn't this just adding another layer of insurance for you descendants?" Flor said irritably. "You've known me for a while now. I can see things that ordinary people can't, and I can make adjustments based on your condition in a timely manner."

The adjustments include reducing classes, taking leave to rest, and going on trips to relax...

Halfway through the conversation, Aaron's eyes lit up, and he quickly lunged at Flor's thigh.

Before he could even hug him, the ancestor kicked him two meters away without any politeness. "Luckily, I've also trained. I really need to change this habit of always trying to cling to other people's coattails."

Upon seeing this, Abei immediately ran over, spread his wings, and fiercely protected Aaron, displaying a spirit of fearlessness in the face of death.

Flor raised an eyebrow, grabbed Abei's hat, lifted it up, and then started scratching its belly. For a moment, the Holy Dragon's laughter echoed throughout the Secret Chamber.

Aaron seized the opportunity and hugged Flor's leg, his face full of grievance and tears glistening in the corners of his eyes.

In order to make things easier in the days to come, he didn't care about saving face at this point.

"My dear family! You must save me!"

"Let go, let go of me!"

"I won't, unless you get Jeans to give me back my free time."

"He's too much! I'm so young and he's already assigning me so much physical and mental work. Look at my hands!" Aaron pulled his right hand out. "Look at all the calluses on this handsome guy's hands."

"You're kidding me! These calluses can be removed in less than two hours with a little Potions."

"Let go of me now! How dare the heir of a Hidden Family behave so indecently! What kind of behavior is this?"

Aaron ignored him and continued to hold on tightly.

These ancestors can freely switch between reality and illusion when they are not touched; if you let go, they might run away.

A few black lines appeared on Flor's forehead. "Don't force me to take action!"

"If I can kick you once, I can kick you a second time."

"Then just kick me to death."

"Dying would be a relief, going to class is worse than death!" Aaron said, on the verge of tears. "If you just say the word, I'll be much more relaxed, and Jeans will definitely listen to you."

Flor tried to pull his leg out, but Aaron, after more than two months of training, was no weaker than an adult, and he couldn't break free in a short time.

An hour later, Flor admitted defeat; he couldn't be too harsh on his juniors after all.

He looked at Aaron was anxiously awaiting a reply, and sighed helplessly. "If you really can't hold on any longer, I'll talk to Jeans about it, but right now..."

"I can't take it anymore."

"Hehe!

If a breakdown is a hundred, you haven't even reached thirty yet.

You're just feeling tired and irritable; this listless state is pure self-deception.

Upon hearing this, Aaron clung to the man's leg even tighter, pleading, "Why is it so hard for me to just rest for a couple of days?!"

"I understand, I understand perfectly."

For more than two months in a row, I was either studying or on my way to study, or training or on my way to be scolded. It was inevitable that I would be tired.

But if it's tiring now, the road ahead will be much easier.

"Ancestor, are you really not going to help me with this small favor?"

"It's not that I don't want to help you, it's that I can't," Flor said earnestly. "I'm a psychology expert, and the reason I'm staying in this Secret Chamber is to adjust the daily routines and schedules of the descendants based on their condition, to ensure their mental health."

If I help you today, that sets a precedent. Once this precedent is set, there will be a second and a third time.

A thousand-foot dike can be breached by an ant hole. You should understand this principle. I have to be responsible for your inheritance after you.

Upon hearing this, Aaron remained silent for a long while before slowly releasing his hands.

"Every outstanding student has gone through this process. Just hang in there for a few more days, and you'll be free when school starts."

Aaron rolled his eyes. These words were utterly uncomfortable and had no effect whatsoever.

For others, freedom means vacation, but for him, it means the start of school. It's a complete reversal of the two extremes, and the difference is so great that it's hard to accept.

"Sigh!" Aaron leaned against the black stone pillar. "But I'm only twelve years old, and I have to bear such great pressure."

"A twelve-year-old Magus, this is extremely rare in Gaius's history, you should be secretly happy!"

If I could exchange things with you, I doubt many people would be willing.

"Ancestor, may I ask you a question?"

"Those with similar or even greater talent than me, did they also manage to survive like this?"

"No, they have other methods."

"Huh?" Aaron opened his mouth, a hint of surprise in his expression. "What? So you really did give them preferential treatment, didn't you?"

What are you thinking? Do you think I'm that kind of person?

Before I, the family secret Secret Chamber wasn't as well-established as it is now, so they had it much easier.

As for the successors after me, several possessed extremely high talent. One of them left a particularly deep impression on me; he learned all the training courses in less than two months and was considered the closest to the first clan leader.

"What's your name?" Aaron asked curiously.

Flor shook his head. "I clearly remember him being there, but I just can't say his name."

"I guess he used his powerful magic to neutralize it. For Holy Magus like me to be helpless, perhaps he's already God of Law!"

"That's amazing?"

"What do you think?" Flor rolled his eyes. "You have good talent, but that doesn't mean you're the only one like it."

"Furthermore, you are too young, lack experience, and have encountered very few setbacks. Your mindset is far behind that of these experienced seniors."

Aaron nodded, not denying it.

"Is this ancestor still alive?"

"You all managed to leave your memories in the Secret Chamber, there's no reason he couldn't."

"This... I can't tell you, to be precise, I don't know either."

After all, I'd been dead for so many years by then; only those people of that generation would know.

"Then, what about the other people besides him?"

How did they do it?

Flor smiled knowingly, then stretched. "You only have three days left before school starts, so there's no point in knowing. Just forget about it!"

Aaron's eyes lit up, and he hugged Flor's leg again, as if he wouldn't let go until someone told him.

"Using the same trick again? Can't you be a little more considerate?"

"As long as it works."

"Do you think I'm talking about you?"

You younger generation don't learn good things, but you're quite adept at sucking up to powerful figures, one after another.

Aaron:...

"So, how exactly did they do it?"

Flor let out a long sigh, looking helplessly at Aaron, "I knew you'd ask this sooner or later, but you're really a little late. Is it really that hard to hold out for three more days?"

"A short pain is worse than a long one."

"Hmm? Okay!"

"Your reasoning convinced me," Flor said speechlessly. "Actually, the principle is very simple."

If we compare Gaius's Secret Chamber to a school, and we old folks to the teachers, then you are naturally the student.

There are two ways to deal with getting tired of studying. One is to ask the teacher for leave. If that doesn't work, then there's only another way...

"Skipping class?"

Aaron blurted out that he hadn't thought of that, but he admitted he was tempted.

Is this a solution? Even a cornered dog will jump over a wall! Why can't a studious person skip class if they can't handle it anymore?