The forging class was in full swing and progressing exceptionally smoothly. Under Old Wu's daily instruction, the man was so grateful that he wanted to call Chen An his master.
However, Chen An felt that this level of instruction did not warrant being called "Master," so he politely declined the title.
"Being a teacher at the academy is the best repayment you can give me."
Yet Old Wu stubbornly refused to fully change. Whenever he addressed Chen An, he called him Headmaster; whenever he referred to himself, he called himself a student.
Chen An could not be bothered to make him change it again, so he let him be.
"This student will certainly devote all his heart and soul to it."
Thus, the other teachers saw someone even more diligent and serious than the trio. For a time, they all felt rather ashamed.
At first, they wondered, Was there really any need to be this serious?
Later, it became, He's so responsible. Compared to him, what will the Headmaster think of us?
Thus, a competitive trend arose among the academy's teachers. The students benefited, but they also suffered. Competition always changed flavor, and gradually, they began competing over how much their students had learned.
"You lot, even competing needs to have its limits."
Chen An reprimanded the teachers below the stage with a dark expression. This had originally been a good thing, but with things now like this, he had no choice but to step in and take control.
If they kept this up, something was bound to happen.
"..."
The four fell silent. Old Wu felt somewhat wronged, but this matter had indeed started because of him.
Chen An scolded them once over, giving every one of them an equal dressing-down.
"From now on, no teacher may hold extra