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While Headmaster Lu's opening ceremony, which was newly added to B4's schedule by Zhanlu, was yet to start, he had encountered a bit of a problem.
The opening ceremony was arranged in the morning, and before that was the faculty and staff meeting.
The newly established Starry Sea Academy had three departments: Mech and Mechanical Engineering, Mech Operation, and Information Science. All the course materials were compiled by the headmaster himself...plus some other pieces gleaned from god-knows-where.
According to Headmaster Lu's great conceptions of the future, Starry Sea Academy is to become the greatest hall of human wisdom, having the most advanced laboratories and synesthetic libraries, and the most authoritative publishing press in the universe. It would become the constellation of the best of humanity with research centers spread across all eight galaxies. It would be comparable with the Black Orchid Academy in the distant Wotto. Cooperating with each other across great distances, numerous glorious names in human history would bear the brand of Starry Sea Academy.
Bixing Lu might be poor in worldly possessions, but he was definitely rich in transcendent aspirations.
Without the accumulation of tiny steps, you cannot walk thousands of miles --- and Headmaster Lu strongly believed that the three scorned departments he had was the first tiny step of his great career.
But just as the opening ceremony was ready to start, the three "tiny steps"— the deans of the three departments, grimaced together at Headmaster Lu, and showed him the harsh reality.
The cranky dean of Mech Operation spoke before Headmaster Lu could finish his wonderful expectations for the new semester.
"I can't teach these students anymore, Headmaster Lu! Last semester, the failure rate was higher than ninety percent, and I had already adjusted their scores by multiplying the root number by ten. What else can I do, Headmaster?"
The dean of Mech and Mechanical Engineering added with a rather offish face, "My failure rate was a hundred percent."
Lu, having heard these appalling numbers, still managed to remain considerate, "Engineering majors have higher requirements for basic education. That's okay---we can extend the school year if we need to, and maybe you can be a little more lax on their first year, and give the ones close to passing a few more points to let them pass."
"Won't work," said the dean of Mech and Mechanical Engineering with a tragic expression, "If I use the hundred mark system, I would only have one student who has an average that actually reaches double digits."
Bixing Lu: "......"
"I won't talk about my department, as we don't even have data," the dean of the Information Science was a thin, white-haired old man who spoke slowly, "I don't know how you advertised our school, Headmaster, as most of the students who enrolled in my department are simply here to learn how to tap into people's secrets. I explained to them that my course isn't a course on spying or espionage, and guess what ---of the forty nine students who registered, fifty of them dropped out."
Lu ran the old dean's words through his mind again, speaking confusedly, "......How come there were more students who dropped out than those who registered?"
"A student found out that a group of gangsters who were his enemies were also at the school, and as he didn't want any trouble, he dropped out halfway through registering," spoke the old dean.
The teachers at the school were all scholastic pedants whom Lu discovered from all the corners of the Eighth Galaxy, as they were an endangered species here.
Upon arrival, they were expecting to teach a group of elites, and guide them onto the glorious path towards truth and knowledge. Unfortunately, as they settled down, all their work was those of a zookeeper's, which was a complete disgrace to them.
The three deans sat together in a circle, three pairs of eyes accusing the headmaster of deceiving them.
Lu was unfazed, "That may be the inappropriate course materials and curriculum. I've only taught a few students in private before, and this is my first year to actually run a school, which means I have absolutely zero experience. If we come across a problem like this again, we can have a meeting more early on and fix it in time."
"Headmaster Lu," said the dean of Mech Operation, "do you know how much you need for a primary degree?"
The education system of the Eighth Galaxy was simpler and much different than other places, which had only two levels: primary and senior. A primary degree meant basic education, which was possible by studying at a public school for fifteen years, or studying on your own and passing an exam at an appointed location. After you have received a primary degree, you can choose to enroll into vocational training and then start working, or choose the higher level for further education.
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