Academy's Undercover Professor

15:Source Code (2)

“I will select some students who follow my class well and teach them how to do the source code.”

As I said that, I shook the carrot a little, and the students listened to my class without saying much.

Ding Dong. Ding Dong.

When I finished explaining the theory and simple method of releasing the mana, the bell of the clock tower rang to mark the end of the class.

I breathed a sigh of relief inwardly, thinking that I had finished the class safely without any tackles.

The students seemed to not be suspicious of anything because I had explained the contents of the textbook appropriately and mixed them with practical tips.

The first step was easy, so I could just continue with that atmosphere in my next classes.

My lecture period had a total of four hours a week.

Since there were a total of two classes per week divided by two hours, I had a lot of time until the next class.

As I was about to leave the classroom after putting on my outer garment, I could see some students looking at me as if they wanted to approach me but had some doubts about it.

I was wondering why for a moment, but I realized later that I had missed something.

“Ah, for your information, I won’t give you any assignments for the first day. Just go back to your daily activities and review the lesson for today.”

“Yay!”

“Phew. That’s a relief.”

The students smiled brightly and rejoiced at my words.

Even the geniuses who gathered in the Academy were students, after all. Seeing them overjoyed and burdened with the existence of one assignment, I realized that they were still children.

Well, no matter how strict I was in teaching them, I wouldn’t give them any assignments from day one.

Other professors besides me were going to give them assignments anyway.

Usually, professors who gave assignments from the first day of their class were bound to be criticized for the whole semester.

As for the lesson, every mercy that I showed to them was based on some kind of calculation.

The more of their backbiting and complaints about the other professors, the less mention there would be of criticism toward me will be.

I packed the list of students’ names on the podium and left the classroom. Even when I headed out, the students’ eyes still followed me, but I naturally ignored them.

I was immersed in thoughts such as how I should proceed with the next class and how I could find out the basic personal information about the 80 students who were taking my class.

In addition, considering there was information that had not yet been revealed about the secret society, I had to move as quickly as possible.

***

‘Whoa. This is for real, right?’

Aidan, a freshman who had entered Sören Academy that year, realized that he had really come to Sören after listening to Ludger Chelysie’s class.

‘I vaguely thought it was going to be like this, but it was hella amazing.’

Aidan, who came from the countryside, was a commoner, but he was a young man who had confidence that he was fully passionate about magic more than anyone else.