After helping the old man, Richie, Twilight, and Yor made it to the interview room without any further obstacles and waited outside for the interview to begin.
Throughout the long wait on the sofa outside the interview room, Twilight's brow remained slightly furrowed and his fists clenched. Even though he had already been through one interview, he was still terribly nervous.
Richie's brows were knitted tightly, but a serene calm flowed through his aqua-blue eyes, like a mountain stream untouched by the mortal world, as though nothing could worry him.
Yor was also a little nervous, repeatedly rehearsing her answers to the interviewers' questions in her mind.
Twilight had not planted a listening device this time, so he had no idea what was happening inside. But his preparations were foolproof this time. He would definitely pass the interview.
The backup personnel for Operation Strix might soon become its primary personnel.
Twilight sighed inwardly. He was so nervous that he could only try to relax by taking deep breaths.
Whether he was infiltrating a dangerous terrorist organization or facing a life-or-death crisis with only one second left to stop a massive missile from launching, he had never felt so suffocated.
As they waited, each second feeling like a year, Twilight, Richie, and Yor heard those familiar words once again: "Next, the Forger family."
Twilight, Richie, and Yor stood up together and answered in unison, "Here!"
The final battle had begun. This was their last chance, and they had to seize it.
Richie frowned as he listened to his dad Twilight's inner drama. His dad really was too adorable.
After gently closing the door, Twilight remained as composed and unruffled as ever. "Excuse us, examiners."
Henry, the Fifth Housemaster, said elegantly, "Please take a seat over here."
The three sat down in turn, their backs straight and their movements graceful.
Henry was rather pleased to see Forger, and a flicker of delight rose in his heart. You're here, Forger.
Swan, that fat bastard, sprawled gracelessly on the sofa and snorted inwardly. The Forger family again. Just watch me hit you where it hurts today. I'll tear you apart. Hmph!
On the far left sat the old janitor with the extraordinary bearing, every inch of him exuding an artistic air.
Once Twilight arrived and sat down, the old man gave him a calm smile, polite yet elegant.
Twilight and his family nodded and smiled in return.
The Forger family would win this intelligence war.
The real show was finally beginning in this high-stakes match.
The honorary headmaster said nothing, simply maintaining his calm smile. Henry began the questioning. "First, let us ask Mr. and Mrs. Forger a few questions!"
"You have two children at home, correct? How would you handle a disagreement between them?
"In particular, our candidate, Richie Forger, is the eldest son. If he had a disagreement with his younger sister, would you favor either of them?"
They had already gained a thorough understanding of the married couple, Loid Forger and Yor Forger, during Anya Forger's previous interview. There was no need to probe into their private lives again.
This time, their questions would focus on the child.
Twilight said gently, "It's perfectly normal for preschool children to have disagreements. As their father, I spend the most time with them. I used to act as their referee, so neither child particularly liked it when I got involved.
"Later, I gradually realized that when the two children had a disagreement, what they needed wasn't a referee to decide who was right or wrong, but someone to help them communicate.
"By helping the two children communicate, I let them find their own way of getting along. Now, they rarely have disagreements, and they even have little secrets that belong to just the two of them."
Henry smiled and nodded. He had always been quite satisfied with Twilight. These textbook answers pleased him so much that he could not help stroking his beard.
Swan's mouth twitched, and he immediately spoke rudely. "They don't fight? Then what if the two children started fighting right now? As their father, how would you handle it?
"Shouldn't you decide who's right and who's wrong, then give the one in the wrong a beating?"
Twilight clenched his fists, suppressing his anger.
"If the two children insist on fighting, I believe the first thing to do is separate them and ask each of them how it started and what happened. Then I would address the root cause and resolve the problem at its source."
Twilight continued inwardly, Only by interrogating them separately can I get the truth out of them and establish exactly what happened between the two children.
After reading Twilight's mind, Richie could not help swallowing.
It seemed he absolutely must not get into a fight with Anya in the future, or his dear old dad Twilight would interrogate them.
Richie shuddered a little as he imagined an entire interrogation scene.
"If two children fight, just give them a beating. Why go to all that trouble? Completely unnecessary. Don't you have anything better to do?" Swan, that fat bastard, still refused to let it go.
Even Madehua beside him was displeased with Swan and shot him a withering glare.
Holding his cane, Henry elegantly stroked his beard. "Now, the next question. Mr. Forger, why do you wish to enroll your child at our school?"
Twilight answered with quiet confidence, "To put it simply, your school not only provides an excellent education and deepens its students' refinement, but also nurtures their patriotism and an elite mindset, fostering their development in every respect.
"I believe this is a unique achievement made possible only by the teachers whom Eden Academy takes such pride in."
Henry narrowed his eyes, unable to help admiring Twilight inwardly. Very elegant, Forger. You truly deserve the special regard I hold you in.
Richie gave Twilight a mental thumbs-up. He had finally witnessed what it meant to spout nonsense with a perfectly straight face.
Richie thought that if he had his dad's ability, mastering textbook passages, formulas, or even English vocabulary would be a breeze.
"Then what sort of child is your son? Please tell us about both his strengths and his weaknesses!" Henry continued.
When the subject turned to Richie, Twilight glanced at him and gave him a doting smile. "Richie is an outstanding child. He is gifted in every area. Even a little tune he casually hums sounds wonderful. His musical talent is exceptional!
"Even his casual doodles on a wall are masterpieces. One time in particular, on the wall of an art museum, he simply astounded me!"
At this, Madehua's eyes suddenly lit up, and he looked at Richie as though he were a treasure. But he did not interrupt Twilight. After that brief gleam in his eyes, he continued observing quietly.
Twilight went on, "Whether it's reading, writing, or any of the arts, Richie can teach himself. It's as though nothing can stump him. Those are my Richie's strengths!"
Swan was extremely displeased. How could every good thing belong to this family? "Tell us his weaknesses. Stop praising some worthless little idiot to the skies!"
A vein bulged on Twilight's forehead. He could barely contain his fury, and his fist was about to swing again. Richie hurriedly called softly, "Father," then shook his head. Only then did Twilight gradually calm down.
"As for Richie's weaknesses, I suppose..."
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