flstandardbreds Chapter 160 Respect for Teachers
Chapter 160 Respect for Teachers
Dinner came from a few crooked date palm trees by the oasis. As night slowly fell, the unique aroma of charcoal cakes wafted from the makeshift campsite.
That was Navigette's least favorite episode.
Sitting by the campfire, watching Farusan flipping the dark bread back and forth, Mu Feng couldn't help but think with a wicked sense of humor as he cut open a bright green date.
I wonder if the crew of that Ke film crew next door would be interested in filming a scene of a coconut charcoal cake murder in Teyvat. To be honest, I'm quite curious about what it feels like to stuff a desiccant into your stomach.
"What are you thinking about that makes you so happy?"
"Tell me about it, senior."
While grilling coconut charcoal cakes, Farusan glanced at Mu Feng without leaving a trace, and couldn't help but feel a little curious.
"Oh, it's nothing. I'm just considering a completely new research topic."
Mu Feng suppressed his smile, spread the crushed date flesh evenly on the coconut charcoal cake, and answered seriously.
"Oh? It's a good thing that young people are hardworking and diligent."
"What is the research topic? As my student and senior, I can give you my opinion."
Farusan proudly patted her chest. With over a hundred years of accumulated knowledge, there were few problems in mechanical arts or ancient writing that could stump her.
No matter how difficult the problem is, if she can't solve it within half an hour, then her title of "senior" is meaningless.
"A study on the changes in the dietary habits of Tiwatosaurus."
The blue-haired girl fell silent. Although she didn't know much about the research direction of the bio-theory school, she thought that such an extremely niche topic would be completely impossible to get funding.
However, in order not to dampen the students' enthusiasm and initiative, the understanding Farusian quietly swallowed her words, only showing a slightly sympathetic expression.
It's good that young people have drive.
However, Mu Feng seemed to have seen through Farusan's concerns and waved his hand dismissively.
"Senior Farusan, putting aside the fact that this topic is a bit niche, you don't need to worry about funding at all."
Seeing the slightly doubtful and suspicious look on Falushan's face, Mu Feng revealed a mysterious yet confident expression, leaned close to her ear, and whispered:
"Because I'm in charge of approving funding."
Since Hazard became obsessed with creating a god, almost all official documents from the Church have fallen into his hands, including the most important financial expenditures.
Although someone's neglect of their duties resulted in most of the documents being approved by Nasita, that's not the point!
The key point is that unless he agrees, no one in the Order of the Church will be able to receive any funding!
It is often said that the economic base determines the superstructure, and on this point, the Myo-ropa school of the Shakya school, one of the six great academies, must have a lot to say.
By the way, let's deduct Kavi's funding for another month or two.
The reason? The reason is that this guy dared to step into the Order House with his left foot first last time. If he dares to step into the Order House with his left foot first today, he'll dare to overturn the Palace of Wisdom tomorrow!
Such extreme disrespect for wisdom and knowledge must be met with the most severe warning!
Farusian fell silent once again. With the mind of a young girl who had been blocked from funding countless times a hundred years ago, she simply could not imagine what kind of person could come up with the idea of approving funding for themselves, thus taking advantage of the loopholes in the system to the extreme.
The senior was shocked and puzzled.
You can actually play like this?
But then she thought, does this mean that she will never be held back on funding again?
Senior Farusan discovered a bright future.
Who says this vulnerability is bad? This vulnerability is fantastic!
……
It gets dark early in the desert. After dinner, around five or six o'clock, it was already completely dark.
The scorching sand cooled down at an astonishing speed during the day, and the night breeze carried a hint of coolness.
"Hmph, senior, let me tell you, my former students were the real math idiots."
Beside the warm campfire, Mu Feng packed up the tent while listening to Farusan gently hug her knees and flip through photos of her former students one by one.
"I sent those guys to Vimo Manor to conduct an investigation, and they did just that."
"After compiling the data, I came back and told my seniors that the average age of newborn babies is 43 years old, and there are 67 and one-third elderly people in the nursing home."
"Hmph, even more outrageous things are yet to come. One of them went to the Blackrock Depths in Liyue to conduct an investigation."
"After I came back, I said that the working conditions there were excellent, the employee utilization rate was as high as 300%, the salary was 50,000 mora, and the tax was 1.5 million."
Farusan's face was slightly flushed. She put her left hand on her hip, pointed her right index finger in the air, and wore a disappointed expression.
It was as if those disappointing students she remembered were standing right in front of her.
"What's most infuriating is that these guys actually had the audacity to tell me that the epistemologists don't need arithmetic!"
"If they dared to show their faces in front of me right now, I'd make them go back and write a paper of several thousand words!"
At this point, Farusan's annoyed expression suddenly softened, and her expression became gentle. She gently stroked the old photograph, and a light flickered faintly in her heterochromatic eyes.
"Yes... I wish you would appear in front of me."
"I will definitely punish them by making them write several thousand words of essays."
These once unambitious students have now become renowned scholars within the Void Terminal.
It doesn't mean her reputation has been tarnished.
Mu Feng stood silently behind her, gently placing his hand on the girl's shoulder.
He knew that Farusan had not truly let go of the loss of her loved ones; she had simply hidden her longing and guilt deep within her heart, where no one could see.
And then, as they hoped, live well, carrying their share of the good life.
"Don't worry, I'm not that fragile."
"I've probably seen more of the world than you've eaten any meals."
Lost in her own emotions, Farusan noticed a sudden warmth on her shoulder. She pursed her lips gently and patted Mu Feng's hand on her shoulder casually.
However, even by the campfire, her palms were slightly cold.
"I have quite a few friends in Sumeru. I wonder if you would be interested in meeting them, senior?"
"Hmph, in my opinion, senior, you must have quite a few female confidantes."
Farusan crossed her arms and rolled her eyes at Mu Feng, but her casual teasing remark instantly made someone next to her break out in a cold sweat.
Sweetie can ride a blue motorcycle, but no one told him that Sweetie can also do a Thomas-style elbow strike.
Youth has no price, but a plane crash can happen in the present moment.
"How could that be? Respecting teachers and valuing the teachings has always been a traditional virtue of the Instruction Academy."
Seeing the other person's shifty and guilty look, Farusan suddenly covered her mouth and laughed. Her pupils curved slightly, and most of the gloom in her heart disappeared with the smile.
"If the opportunity arises, I will seriously consider it, senior."
The girl got up and went into the tent, her long, sky-blue hair falling down as she brushed aside her hair ornaments.
Then, the tent flap was drawn, and Farusan's cheerful voice came out.
"Young man, you should respect your teachers. I'm afraid you'll have to sleep outside tonight."
Mu Feng: ...
Actually, we don't necessarily need to be so respectful of teachers.
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P.S.: Happy Birthday, Nel!