Heh.
Sure enough, no surprises...
Yeah, right!
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Zheng Qing no longer felt the previous panic and trepidation. Instead, he felt utterly calm, even somewhat amused—when Mister had made him the manager of Sanyou Bookstore, he had still felt guilty; when Mister had put him in charge of the Relevant Department, he had been thunderstruck; by the time the third axe came down, he had learned to stretch out his freshly washed neck and let Him chop.
If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also.—Matthew 5:39
"...the dean of Edge Academy."
The young wizard muttered the words, feeling an inexplicable sense of absurdity. He was a student who had not even graduated, yet he had been assigned such a life-threatening position. He did not know whether to sigh over the school's lack of talent or Mister's ignorance.
But Mister could not possibly be ignorant.
So Zheng Qing forced himself to rally. A hint of collapse showed on his face as he spoke weakly. "Did you perhaps leave out the word 'vice'? I'm a student of Jiuyou Academy..."
"Colmar also came from Jiuyou Academy." Mister cut him off in a light tone. "—Where you came from does not necessarily determine your future development. Perhaps because of Cognitive Obstruction, you have not noticed it, but think carefully about your experiences at First University over the past two years... Have you realized something? You possess a trait that is highly suited to Edge Academy."
A trait suited to Edge Academy?
Was it poor aptitude?
Or being unpopular with everyone?
Zheng Qing began to grumble inwardly, naturally thinking of last Christmas Eve's 'Burn Zheng Qing Parade'—in that respect, his popularity among orthodox wizards was similar to that of North District Wizards, half-giants, or mermen.
"It is sacrifice."