Young people...
Seeing Professor Lisha looking as if she had lost the ability to speak, Fu Qian couldn't help thinking, Ah, to be young.
They were already a good distance away. Even if Ling Hui had really heard them, what could she possibly do about it?
Their guest students, their impressive achievements—what did they have to be dissatisfied with?
Even if their pride had taken a slight knock, what could they do about it?
I'm motivating you. What's it to you?
Without that kind of presence, how could my Apocalypse live up to its great reputation at the academy?
Just look at the dean over there. She was laughing happily and didn't even seem inclined to turn around.
Professor Lisha, you still need to keep studying, too.
Of course, sometimes it wasn't good to get carried away.
Fu Qian hadn't actually said those words of encouragement aloud, but Cas was laughing so exuberantly that he soon received a cold, piercing glare. His laughter stopped abruptly.
As someone with a strong sense of pride, Lisha was clearly unhappy with the string of setbacks.
"Professor Lisha has made a major breakthrough recently in the research expedition we participated in together. Dean, you should take a look when you get the chance."
Seeing that her superior was in an awkward spot, Professor Fu naturally stepped in at just the right moment, shifting the topic straight to Professor Lisha's project.
"Is that so?"
Cas, who had always taken research seriously, was delighted. Her attention was immediately drawn in.
"...Actually, I have Professor Fu to thank for that."
For Lisha, who always cared about maintaining the image of a dedicated scholar, Professor Fu's change of subject was devastatingly effective.
After weighing it over a few times, she ultimately decided to stop holding a grudge against