"Woo..." Lorist let out a long breath, and looked up at the timing hourglass device hanging above the auditorium. This exquisite and extremely complicated device is the flagship product of the Trimble Kingdom, and it is said that the annual output is only one. More than a hundred, each worth as much as more than 1,000 Jinford. In Lorist's view, this timing hourglass device is just a relatively novel design, which cleverly uses gravity and magnetism. Whenever the sand on the upper layer leaks out, the center of gravity will shift, and the hourglass will automatically flip over to start timing again. .
Next to the hourglass are two glass tubes of different sizes. The large glass tube has twelve notches. Every time the hourglass is turned over, the red liquid in the glass tube will rise by one bar, which represents one hour. When the liquid rises to the twelfth notch, it will fall to the bottom, and start a square rise again. The smaller glass tube has only six graduations, which represent sixty minutes in an hour.
The timekeeping hourglass device hanging above the auditorium was bought by the teachers and students of the former Yellow Ribbon College on the 60th birthday of Sir Arisberge, who raised funds from the college's teachers and students. The Sir ordered it to be placed on the top of the auditorium as a gift To commemorate, Chenxi Academy is now cheaper.
Every time Lorist sees this timing hourglass device, he finds it funny. This thing should be considered as a clock. According to the Chinese custom, it is unlucky for elders to celebrate their birthdays with a clock, because the sound is the same as the end. No, less than half a year after receiving this thing, Jazz had a heart attack and finished playing. Or, I'll give an hourglass to Dean Levins for his birthday someday
The black iron female instructor, Kelisha, put the list of students on the table: "It's finally finished, and the students have been assigned to classes."
Lorist nodded and stopped thinking about it: "It's almost four o'clock now, everyone should take a break first. After half an hour, all the teachers and assistants will come to have a meeting to discuss how to arrange each class. Professor Anfeiya, you bring A few people sorted out the list of students, and each class made a list of students, the same as last time, leaving a blank after the name, and make another note in the future."
An Feiya nodded, took the list and called two female teaching assistants to start copying.
"Hey, Yuri, bring me some tea, I'm too lazy to get up." Lorist called to Yuri. This time the academy asked Lorist to choose the members of the teaching group for the Enlightenment Class of Fighting Qi, and Lorist circled his friend Yuri.
Just as Lorist was holding a teacup and chatting with several teachers, he saw a middle-aged man in a gorgeous robe rushing into the auditorium, came to Lorist and the others and asked politely: "Excuse me?" Is this the teaching group of the fighting qi enlightenment class?"
Professor Hughes replied: "Yes, what's the matter with you?"
But the middle-aged man turned around and left, came to the door of the auditorium and shouted outside: "Master, this is here, you can get off."
How is this going? Lorist and the instructors stared at the door, and after a while, they saw the middle-aged man turn around, followed by a big fat man. This fat man was no longer fat, but really fat. His arms were as big as Lorist's thighs. Rough. Walking is strenuous, panting three times with each step, making people feel worried for him, for fear that he will die soon.
The middle-aged man came to Professor Hughes again, and took out an enrollment certificate from his arms: "Sorry, our young master is also a new student in the fighting qi enlightenment class. Please forgive me for being late due to physical inconvenience."
Huh, isn't that right? Aren't there eight hundred and seventy-nine new students in the fighting qi enlightenment class, all of them have been checked and assigned to the class, why is there one more? Besides, with the figure of the big fat man behind, how could he pass the entrance examination
Professor Hughes took a look at the admission certificate, and handed it to Lorist with a wry smile. Lorist took it and took a look, "Hey, this is not an admission certificate, it's a letter from the old man Dean Levins." The letter was written to himself, straight to the point, and it was about the fat man. The dead old man said that this big fat man is called Dorsett House, and he is the Peterson Chamber of Commerce, one of the seven members of the General Assembly, the highest authority of the Ford Business Alliance, and the sole heir of the Peterson family. He is eighteen years old this year. His father, the current president of the Peterson Chamber of Commerce, also graduated from Chenxi College. The Peterson family has always been the big patrons of Dawn Academy, and the annual sponsorship is 10,000 Goldford.
Since President Peterson had a child in middle age, he pampered him too much. As a result, the child stretched out his clothes and opened his mouth to eat, and accidentally fed him into a big fat man. Now that President Peterson saw his son turned into a big meatball, he realized that something was wrong. If this continues, what will happen to the Peterson family when he is old and gone? How can a son inherit the family business and manage the chamber of commerce with his appearance like this
However, President Peterson regretted it too late. He wanted to lose weight for his son, so he ordered the housekeeper to change his son's five meals a day to three meals, remove the afternoon tea and supper, and reduce the weight of the other three meals by half, seven or eight meals per meal. One dish is enough. As a result, before the day came, the son quit, crying and making noise, the old lady, the eldest wife and the second wife all came out to denounce President Peterson collectively, and added a dozen dishes to the child by the way.
Chairman Peterson had no choice but to make another move when one move failed. He hired a great swordsman at a high price, and wanted to ask him to enlighten his son on fighting qi. President Peterson believes that as long as his son awakens his fighting spirit, he will naturally be able to reduce his body fat by practicing fighting spirit. It was a good idea, but the great sword master came and stayed for more than a month, and told President Peterson helplessly that with his son's physical condition, it was impossible to awaken his battle qi. To put it bluntly, what flows in his son's veins is not blood, but fat. In the end, the great swordsman warned that if his son continued to overeat and become obese, his life would not be guaranteed within three years.
How can this be done? President Peterson is grey-haired for his precious son. It was at this time that he heard about Lorist's reputation as a golden teacher of fighting qi, and also learned that Lorist had become the head teacher of the new semester's fighting qi enlightenment class of Dawn Academy. With a flash in front of my eyes, this is really a village full of mountains and rivers with nowhere to go. President Peterson was overjoyed, and hurried to Dawn College to find Dean Levins, and then got this admission certificate written by Dean Levins himself.
Dean Levins first introduced the situation of the fat man, and then asked Lorist to try to help President Peterson solve his worries. For the good relationship between the Peterson family and Dawn Academy, for the sponsorship of 15,000 gold coins per year, and because of his son's enrollment, President Peterson is willing to give an additional 5,000 gold coins to the academy's sponsorship every year. Dean Levins asked Lorist to go to the meeting if there were difficulties, and to go to the meeting if there were no difficulties, and to try his best to help President Peterson. In the end, Dean Levins promised that as long as President Peterson's wish is fulfilled, the college will not hesitate to reward the teaching team with no less than one thousand gold merits.
One day, the dead old man was making trouble for me. What my brother taught was a fighting qi enlightenment class, not a weight loss class. How could this fat man awaken his fighting spirit if he didn't lose his body fat first? But the old man can't be blamed for this matter, he can't do anything about it, after all, the Peterson family donated so much sponsorship fee every year, it's not for nothing, and it's their duty to help the Chenxi Academy if they have something to do.
Lorist put away the letter muttering, and said to the middle-aged man, "Let him come here, put his hands here, and I'll check his body."
The fat man moved over step by step, rolled up his sleeves as Lorist said, and rested his arms on the leather pillow. Alas, this is not a hand, it is clearly a pig's trotter, white and fat, shiny. Lorist sighed and stretched out three fingers to rest on the fat man's pulse.
Huh? What about the pulse? Lorist pressed it lightly, but didn't feel it, pressed it again, but still didn't feel it, this, this, is there too much fat? Lorist frowned, took a good look and pressed down heavily again, this time he finally felt the faint beating of his pulse.
After a while, Lorist withdrew his hand, sighed and shook his head. The middle-aged man next to him asked nervously, "Mr. Teacher, what happened to my young master?"
Lorist had a gloomy face, thought for a long time, and asked the middle-aged man, "Are you the housekeeper?"
"Ah, yes, I am the second housekeeper of the Peterson family, and I am dedicated to serving the young master." The middle-aged man nodded.
"You can't be the master of this matter, you should invite someone who can make the decision. Your young master's problem is to lose weight before he can awaken his battle qi. His current physical condition is already very bad. If he doesn't awaken his battle qi, he will continue to be so obese , I can only live for a few more years." Lorist looked at the fat man and said, but saw that the big fat man was indifferent to his words, with a face of indifference. To scare him generally.
The middle-aged man was taken aback, because Lorist was already the second person to say this. That great swordsman was the first. The problem is that what the great swordsman said is kept secret at home and has not been circulated, so the fact that both of them said the same thing shows that the matter is really serious: "The head of the family is drinking tea with your dean, I will invite him over immediately, please wait a moment treat."
The middle-aged man ran out of the auditorium like flying, and the sound of the wheels of the carriage disappeared all the way.
Soon, President Peterson appeared in front of Lorist, his hawk-like eyes fixed on Lorist closely: "You are Norton Lorist, the famous double gold medal winner of Dawn Academy, Professor Locke?"
Lorist gasped, unexpectedly, the head of the Peterson family, one of the seven major chambers of commerce in the Ford Business Alliance, the head of the Peterson family turned out to be a gold-ranked vindictive master. Although the old man in front of him was dressed simply and had a kind face, he looked no different from those old people who were chatting and playing chess in the neighborhood, and he didn't wear any fighting spirit badge on his chest, but Lorist felt a faint feeling in him. With an aura of coercion, guarding around his body. Lorist only felt this kind of breath before going to the ruins islands when he had a duel with the academy's Professor Crude.
Lorist's eyes were level and his tone was flat: "Good afternoon, President Peterson, I am Instructor Locke. Please come here to discuss about your son's admission. With the level of a president, he is naturally aware of your son's physical condition. Whether it is for the sake of health or awakening fighting spirit, your son must lose weight first, and there is no delay. Otherwise, your life will be greatly threatened. What I want to say is, what did the president do to your son's weight loss? See, should I take it home to lose weight and then go to school, or just lose weight in the academy and then awaken my fighting spirit?"
President Peterson was taken aback when he heard Lorist's words, and asked excitedly, "Can you make my son lose weight? Can you awaken his fighting spirit?"
"There is a solution, but your son will suffer some pain, and it will take a long time, at least half a year." Lorist nodded.
"Ah..." President Peterson wondered if this kid was lying to me. Last time I asked the most famous pharmacist in Morente, he said that my son would have to be treated for at least three years to see results if he wanted to lose weight. Half a year is a long time...
"What do you mean by suffering? Is life in danger?" President Peterson asked.
"Diet control and compulsory physical training are common to others, but to your son, it is suffering. Moreover, in order to ensure that your son can complete the daily training tasks, it may be terrible for him to adopt some impolite manners." It is inevitable to bleed some small wounds, but it can be guaranteed that there is absolutely no danger to life." Lorist said.
"If President Peterson is willing to believe us, please sign a letter of guarantee first, to ensure that your relatives will not interfere with your son's life and training during your stay in this school. You can send someone to observe, but you have no right to accuse or protest. Please bear all the consequences for violations, and the teaching team will not be responsible, and send your son home immediately." Lorist added a size.
"This..." President Peterson hesitated. After all, he is his own son. He has been cherished by his family since he was a child, and he is afraid of melting in his mouth, and afraid of losing it in his hands. He has never suffered so much since he grew up, or he would not have grown so fat. He had a vague feeling in his heart that if he agreed to Lorist's request, he was afraid that this precious son would suffer a great crime.
"It seems that President Peterson loves his son very much. Why don't you take your son home first, and it won't be too late to enroll in the Enlightenment Enlightenment after losing weight." Lorist heaved a sigh of relief. This is the best choice. , everyone saves trouble.
"No, I'll leave him to you. I hope Professor Locke won't let me down." President Peterson suddenly made the final decision.
"Uh, President, you don't think about it anymore?" Lorist was very disappointed.
"No, let's do it this way." President Peterson waved his hand decisively.
"Well, well, the president, please come here, write a letter of guarantee and sign it. By the way, I will go through the admission procedures for your son. Because your son is in a special situation, I have to pay some fees." Lorist was helpless, today It's starting to be one more trouble.
"I'll just sign a letter of guarantee, and he will be responsible for the rest. You can find him if you need anything." President Peterson pointed to the middle-aged man standing beside him, and then beckoned him to come over: "Bill, starting today you Just stay here, you can meet all the needs of Professor Locke, and you can only look at the young master, and you are not allowed to contact the young master without the permission of Professor Locke, understand?"
"Yes, master, I understand." The middle-aged man replied respectfully.
After signing the letter of guarantee, President Peterson sighed: "Professor Locke, my precious son has never left home since he was a child, and he has never suffered much. Now I hand him over to you. I hope that during training Let him be too wronged, it is best to let him adapt slowly... "
Lorist was silent for a while, and then replied: "Sometimes, parents' over-indulgence on their children will actually harm the children..."
President Peterson...
After a while, President Peterson said: "Since I promised to hand him over to you, I should trust you, and I shouldn't worry about anything. If Locke teaches you, you can really make him lose weight and awaken his fighting spirit in half a year. , I will offer a thousand gold merits as your reward."
"Ah..." The instructors around me made a sound in surprise.
Lorist shook his head: "I can't guarantee anything. At present, I can only let you lose weight first, and then we'll see the situation..."
"two thousand!"
Lorist felt the teachers around him breathing heavily...
"President Peterson, please believe in our professional ethics. Since we have accepted your son, we will definitely teach him to help him lose weight and train..."
"As long as my son can awaken his battle qi, I will reward you with three thousand gold merits!" President Peterson interrupted Lorist, vowing not to give up until he achieves his goal.
Lorist felt that all the teachers and assistants around and behind him were trembling, even Professor Hughes and Professor Amphia were no exception, but Professor Marin was much calmer.
"Okay, I'll do my best, President, please rest assured." Lorist lowered his head.
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Lorist called a meeting of all the teachers and assistants.
"The first class, a total of 352 new students. These students have no physical problems, are very healthy, and have strong energy and blood. According to the normal teaching method and supplemented by one month of physical training, they can awaken their battle qi. Ma Professor Lin, you have trained new recruits in the city defense army. You should be familiar with this large-scale training method, so the first class will be handed over to you, and you can choose four instructors and four assistants as helpers, no problem Bar?"
"No problem, Professor Locke." Professor Marin replied with a smile.
"The second class, there are 175 new students in this class. There is nothing wrong with their health, but they are still in the developmental stage and have not yet reached the time when their energy and blood are strong. The current members of this class still need to be observed for a period of time. During the period, the diet should be strengthened. Then use physical training to promote nutrient absorption and enhance their physique. So I need a patient teacher to take charge of this class. It is estimated that they will be able to start fighting qi enlightenment after three or four months. Let's see, who is more suitable to lead This class?" Lorist asked.
Soon, a silver instructor named Suo Haimu was recommended by everyone. He will lead two instructors and two assistants to be responsible for the teaching and training of the second class.
Lorist looked at the list in his hand: "The third class, 236 civilian students, their problem is malnutrition. Professor Yuri, you have experience last time and know how to do it. This class will You are in charge."
Yuri nodded, he also had to choose two teachers and two assistants to lead the third class.
"In the fourth class, there are 116 noble students. Except for five who were injured and left hidden dangers when they were young, the rest are all physically impaired due to premature experience with men and women and lack of restraint. They are full of vitality. Injured, long-term physical supplementation and restorative physical training are required, this class is in charge of Professor Hughes, can Professor Anfeya assist?" Lorist looked at the two teachers, Professor Hughes and Professor Anfeiya They all nodded.
"Professor Anfeya, I will leave the cooperation with the pharmacy laboratory to you. The nutritional medicaments that replenish vitality must be taken by the students every day, no matter how unpleasant they are, they must be drunk. Don't miss one." Lorist warned.
"I understand, Professor Locke, I will let the students drink it face to face every day, and I won't let them steal and play tricks to avoid drinking the medicine." Professor Anfei Ya promised.
"In the last class, there is a student who is currently overnourished and extremely obese. He has to lose two-thirds of his body weight in order to be able to start fighting qi enlightenment like a normal student. This student will be taught by me and the rest, assistants. Take charge together. Well, everyone will be busy starting tomorrow, and today’s meeting will end here. Each class can discuss and communicate in groups
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Lorist beckoned to the middle-aged man at the side: "Butler Bill, please come here, I have a small matter to trouble you..."