Teacher

During their subsequent discussions, Coulson finally learned part of the truth from Leon through relentless questioning.

"This kind of thing has very high talent requirements."

If I wanted someone not to know it, then they definitely wouldn't.

"After all, not everyone is a genius like me."

Meaning cheats.

"Ordinary people simply can't handle dual cultivation of magic and martial arts!"

Meaning cheats.

"When I learned the Transformation Spell, I mastered it in five seconds!"

Meaning cheats.

"Just as fast as when I learned the Sky Dance Technique."

Still fucking cheats.

Naturally, Coulson did not argue with Leon, because he truly had no idea whether Leon was telling the truth or not.

If it was true, then this Doctor Lister, who seemed like a lunatic, gave off an untrustworthy air from the very root of everything he did and said!

What was personal charm?!

This was it.

But if it was false...

He really had mastered those abilities, and no one knew how he had learned them. Maybe it truly was as he said.

Besides, he had not forbidden S.H.I.E.L.D. from researching those things themselves, acting completely open and aboveboard.

Coulson believed his hint had been obvious enough, yet Leon had still said that.

Do whatever you want. If you couldn't learn it, then you still couldn't learn it.

That was the truest meaning behind Leon's words.

After working out the terms of their cooperation and reaching a mutual agreement, exchanging contact information naturally followed.

...Well, mainly because Leon had no phone or phone number. So he simply took one from S.H.I.E.L.D.

At that point, Leon also realized that S.H.I.E.L.D. might have uncovered his identity information, but both sides tacitly avoided the subject.

From Leon's perspective, it was naturally irritating, but from S.H.I.E.L.D.'s standpoint, it was necessary.

Since they were now partners, they naturally pretended not to know about things they both understood.

The next day.

It was still nighttime, mainly because wearing this outfit and a mask in broad daylight would draw too much attention.

Leon pushed open the door and walked straight into Hannibal...

"Next time I see Coulson, I'm definitely making him change the name of this place!"

Rubbing his slightly itchy neck, Leon greeted the technician at the entrance.

"Your trapezius muscles are pretty well trained!"

Leaving the utterly baffled technician to silently return to the monitoring station, Leon stepped into the "classroom."

This was the place S.H.I.E.L.D. had specially prepared and renovated for Leon to teach his skills. Following Leon's earlier requirements, the room was spacious, empty, and had a sufficiently high ceiling.

There was nothing special inside, just some desks, chairs, exercise equipment, and a blackboard.

That was Leon's own little indulgence.

No rear door with glass? One-star review!

Leon had wanted to recreate the classic scene of a homeroom teacher sneakily peeking through the back window, but the facilities did not allow it, so the plan fell through.

He took out the teaching materials he had specially prepared from his storage space—books bought from a bookstore—the pointer—a small tree grown by the neighbor downstairs—and perched a pair of black sunglasses, the same style worn by A Bing, crookedly on his nose.

Thus, looking like someone in the terminal stages of insanity, Leon entered the classroom.

Other than the unsurprising surveillance cameras, there was nothing that differed from his requirements.

As for the trainees, there were not as many as Leon had imagined. On the contrary, there were fewer than ten.

And Leon spotted quite a few familiar faces among them.

The students all sat properly behind their desks. Seeing powerful men like Hawkeye and Crossbones sitting on stools with gloomy expressions, Leon almost burst out laughing.

Sure enough, he should have insisted harder on the matter of standardized school uniforms!

Besides those two field agents, several other familiar faces were present.

Agent Barbara.

Had she grown them yet...

Ahem! Ahem!!

And this one, Sharon Carter!

She was Agent Carter's niece or something, right? Though she was an office worker, her abilities were no worse than those of field agents. She had even been Captain America's watcher, and later, after watching him for so long, she had nearly watched her way into his bed...

Then there was Captain America's story with Peggy Carter...

Hiss...!

What a Winner in life! Captain America!

Besides them, Leon saw someone interesting.

That fat Hydra agent, Sitwell.

Although Crossbones, whom he had seen earlier, was also a Hydra member, Leon had no interest in him.

He was just a soldier, after all. Leon had never cared about opponents of that brute-force type.

Could they possibly be more reckless than him?

On the other hand, this bald, bespectacled fat man appeared in the Captain America series, the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent series, and the Avengers series. He usually looked like an elite professional, but he was actually an agent.

An agent he might have been, but he was also a cowardly and unlucky one—kidnapped, electrocuted, and screwed over in all sorts of ways...

Call him weak, yet he was quite loyal to S.H.I.E.L.D.! But this guy who was so loyal, so utterly loyal, was actually Hydra too!

An Oscar-winning actor!

While Leon observed the people in the room, they were also observing him.

Due to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s strict hierarchy, information and records concerning Leon, whom Fury had designated as Level Nine clearance, were inaccessible to almost everyone present. They had basically received a sudden notice, gone through a series of tests, and only then been told that they would represent S.H.I.E.L.D. in receiving instruction from a mysterious person and learning certain knowledge.

Before they came, Coulson, the person in charge of this event codenamed Apprentice, had told them a few things about Doctor Lister.

Overall, it amounted to saying nothing.

They only knew he was an odd person.

How odd? Coulson had acted as though the subject was too sensitive to mention.

The moment they entered this room, everyone felt a trace of unease...

Were they going back to school?

They had not waited long before they heard blatantly "secretive" footsteps outside the door.

This person's stealth skills did not seem all that great.

Could he be trying to secretly observe us?

Then Leon entered, carrying books and a little stick.

After sizing each other up, Leon looked at the eight people in the room and had already decided who had high talent and who would never learn no matter what.

He had no say in other matters, but this was something he could judge!

Clearing his throat, Leon stood before the lectern and announced loudly, "Hello, students. I am the new teacher transferred from Hot-Blooded High School, mainly responsible for physical health!"

"Because of my outstanding teaching ability, my students Hua Wen and Hua Wu won first prize, second prize, participation prize, and every award established at the first Grand Tutor Hua's Residence Couplet Tournament. Therefore, your superiors specially hired me at a high salary to be your new teacher."

"You may call me ***!"

Lifting the lower edge of his mask, Leon took a sip of alcohol and tapped the lectern with his pointer. "Class begins!"

"Why isn't anyone saying hello, teacher?!"

Sure enough, transfer students were all problem students...

From atop the lectern, Leon brazenly activated his title ability!

[Source of Fear]: Intimidation toward intelligent life forms +20.

Crossbones Rumlow, whose face had been filled with impatience, suddenly felt as though he was facing not a human being, but an indescribable beast!

Years of experience and instinct told him that this person was like his natural enemy, grinding his teeth and sucking blood, ready to swallow him whole!

Crash!

Sitwell, seated at the back of the classroom, fell straight out of his chair.

Leon took the opportunity to withdraw the skill.

Sitwell somewhat awkwardly righted his chair and sat upright like a genuine elementary school student.

The others also put away their disdain. Only Agent Number Eight, Barbara, felt wronged, believing she had suffered an undeserved disaster.

Tapping the lectern twice more with the pointer, Leon said again, "Class begins!"

"Good afternoon, teacher!"

This time, it finally looked the part!

Pretending not to see the slightly reddened faces of Hawkeye and Crossbones, Leon picked up a book and read, "A Bin's high school grades were not ideal... Fuck, I grabbed the wrong one!"

After glancing at the remaining two books, Leon finally understood why the bookstore owner had looked at him that way.

I've been wronged!

Feeling aggrieved, Leon put the books away, intending to find an opportunity to examine them with a critical eye.

"My knowledge... it's all gotten mixed together!"

P.S.: I actually received a tip! My first one! That means what I wrote this time is genuinely pretty good! Hahahaha! Thanks, Dream-Seeking Magician!