The morning and evening study sessions Shawn had mandated were naturally not very popular among the students.
No one wanted to be hated, like his great-grandfather Phineas, who had died with a reputation as one of the least popular headmasters.
Shawn had no choice, either. It was all for the mission.
Once he completed the second-ring mission, perhaps he could loosen the reins around these young wizards' necks a little.
But only a little. He had gone to great lengths to let these Western children experience the loving embrace of Chinese-style education.
These people would all form his core support base in the future, so naturally, the stronger they were, the better. He certainly would not abolish it.
Perhaps giving them an occasional break would even earn him quite a bit of gratitude.
The logic was rather ironic. For example:
Give someone ten dollars every day, then forget one day, and they would resent you.
But slap someone across the face every day, then skip a day, and they would thank you.
Shawn shook his head, banishing the stray thoughts.
His arrival drew the attention of the young Lions.
Apart from visiting frequently during the first three days, Shawn rarely came here.
After he had punished a dozen or so students during those three days and established a supervisory team, the young Lions no longer dared openly rebel.
Shawn did not care what they plotted behind his back.
After that, he simply received Percy's reports every three days and periodically knocked some sense into the Twins. All other punishments consisted of thick stacks of Sea of Questions.
Well, Professor McGonagall had been rather irritable lately, so the young Lions still had a fairly hard time.
Still, although study sessions here were not as quiet as those in Slytherin, and discreet