St. Mungo's College, Racecourse.
Except for the members of the student union on duty, everyone stood upright here, waiting for Jason quietly, and they were not absent because of the previous accident.
"Um?"
Edward, who was walking behind Jason, looked at these student union members and couldn't help raising his eyebrows.
Edward, who was born in the army, is too familiar with the barracks.
Therefore, he could clearly see that the members of St. Mungo's Student Union in front of him had all received training similar to a military camp.
Although not complete, these student union members also appear immature due to lack of experience in gunpowder, but some basics are there.
"Wasn't St. Mungo's College a missionary school before?"
Edward couldn't help but asked in a low voice.
"Because it is a missionary school, some traditions will be preserved, right?"
"I heard that at the beginning, the school before St. Mungo's College was in a chaotic era."
"The school needs someone to protect it, so it's only natural that there are some guards?"
The pastry chef answered.
However, the tone is not sure.
Obviously, she only heard about it, and didn't really understand it.
"Yeah?"
Edward was skeptical.
However, he didn't ask much.
Because, at this time, Jason had already walked over.
"Mr. Jason, good morning."
"Mr. Jason, good morning."
The female president stood at the front of the line and took the lead to greet, and the members of the student council followed immediately.
"good morning."
Jason responded.
Then, he watched everyone quietly, waiting for someone to ask what he wanted to learn, and he would teach it.
But everyone, including the female student council president, looked at Jason, waiting for Jason's active teaching.
Time passed by every minute and every second.
Jason stood still
The members of the student union did not dare to move.
Only eye contact.
Edward looked at this scene thoughtfully, but there was still some puzzlement in his eyes.
"Is it necessary to do this?"
"They're still kids."
The leader of the special operations team whispered to himself.
The female pastry chef on the side replied softly:
"certainly."
"Because, this is the way Jason is used to."
"Although he's retired from the army, some things have already been imprinted in Jason's body!"
"So, when faced with these students who called themselves teachers, Jason subconsciously wanted to use this boring but effective method to determine the physical fitness and willpower of the students in front of him."
"Then, teach students in accordance with their aptitude."
Speaking of which, the female pastry chef couldn't help but look at Jason with admiration.
If Jason hadn't practiced in front of her, she wouldn't have known such an easy method.
"Teach students in accordance with their aptitude?"
Edward was taken aback for a moment, and then realized that this is not a military camp after all, and it is impossible to do the training camp like a big wave washing sand in a military camp.
Teaching students in accordance with their aptitude is the best choice.
The leader of the special operations team couldn't help but nodded.
"So that's how it is."
He sighed softly.
Although the voices of the conversation between the two were very soft, they were standing not far from the members of the student union, and everyone was standing there holding their breath, without making a single sound.
Therefore, the members of the student union can hear such conversations clearly.
Immediately, the members of the student union who were still a little bit puzzled immediately stood up straight, and everyone's expressions exuded the meaning of "I understand" in a daze.
There was determination in their eyes.
Their countenance became meticulous.
Especially the female student council president was full of admiration.
She wondered if Jason had never been a teacher and didn't know what to do.
Now it seems that she was thinking too much.
Jason may not have been a teacher before, but he definitely has rich teaching experience, but the method is a little different.
Immediately, the female student council president became more and more wary of Jason.
She had sent a message, but she couldn't let her guard down until it was confirmed whether Jason was a member of the 'Ghost Squad'.
In fact, regardless of whether Jason is a member of the 'Ghost Squad' or not, she needs to pay attention to people like Jason who have come into contact with secrets that ordinary people don't know.
Jason in particular seemed to sense her secret.
Hope it's not the worst outcome.
The student council president thought.
Facing everyone's expressions of 'I understand' and 'I'm trying my best', Jason remained calm.
That's right.
It's what you think.
I am testing the physical fitness and willpower of you group of "Maodong" expatriate students.
Then, he began to recall memories that he had almost forgotten in his mind.
Jason has never been a teacher.
But he was a student.
The teacher's appearance in the classroom has been too long, and he is a little blurred.
Can!
He still remembers a sentence.
The next moment, Jason spoke—
"You are the worst class I have ever led."
The habitually indifferent tone became serious at this time.
Puzzled and a trace of anger appeared on the faces of the student council members in front of them.
They have done well enough, why say they are the worst class
So did Edward.
He just saw that the physical fitness of these student union members is not bad, and their willpower is also very commendable.
You know, this is the person who can stand for half an hour and keep his body straight in the cold winter wind, which has surpassed most people.
The female pastry chef nodded slightly.
She understood what Jason meant again.
"trust!"
"It was only after we reminded them that they dispelled their doubts and chose to continue standing—this is a sign of disbelief in Jason."
"Just imagine, what if we didn't remind?"
"What will they do?"
Hearing the female pastry chef's explanation, Edward nodded immediately.
"yes."
"trust."
"The army is obedience, unconditional obedience, if there is no trust..."
Edward, who was born in the army, has a deep understanding of this.
Immediately, he, who thought these student council members were good before, shook his head immediately.
And the members of the student union who heard the conversation between the two were suddenly stunned again.
They don't trust Teacher Jason enough!
That's right, that's it!
If we hadn't heard Jischel's words, we probably couldn't help raising doubts at this time, right
How could it be possible to still stand here.
And Teacher Jason said that we are the worst class, it must be because the people he trained before believed in him unconditionally.
It's not like us, who are not only suspicious, but also angry when faced with Mr. Jason's outspokenness.
Sure enough... we are the worst class.
The members of the student union bowed their heads guiltily one by one.
Facing the female pastry chef who 'understood himself' again, Jason's heart remained unmoved.
He is used to it.
He would not turn his head, look at the other party and say something similar to 'or, you come'.
"Next, I will teach you..."
Jason spoke again, but before he could finish, he was interrupted by a voice.
"Standing here in winter and blowing the wind, is that what you want to learn?"
"How stupid!"
"You who learn this are stupid, and those who teach you are even more stupid!"