"What? Let me be a teacher?" I was a little surprised: "How can this work?" "Why? A dignified saint, can't even a group of children who are not up to the strength of the bronze fighters be cured?" The old principal even started. That's my joke. "That's not what I meant." I waved my hand again and again: "Being a teacher always has to take care of the students. It's too much trouble. It will waste a lot of my time. I won't do it!"
"I'll give you a salary of 10,000 gold coins a month. Why are you doing it?" The old principal threw a big bait. When Jerry heard it, his heart was instantly moved. He quietly tugged on my sleeve and gestured. I hurriedly agreed, and Jerry's small gestures naturally did not escape the eyes of the old principal, and he smiled triumphantly.
"Don't do it! I don't need money, so naturally I don't do it." I quizzed my lips altogether, and didn't move at all. "Twenty thousand! No matter how high it is, I have to think about the school!" The old principal gritted his teeth, unexpectedly I was so difficult. "Jerry, you go! Give me a good squeeze of this old man!" I simply threw the job to Jerry. Although Jerry is not as good as Mary in terms of business affairs, it is definitely better than me. powerful! A cold sweat slipped on the old principal's forehead: "Jerry, I know your father is the richest man in Barron, but I am not very rich. You are merciful!"
Jerry chuckled and said, "Don’t worry, I will. Actually, it’s not impossible to let the boss do it. Besides, our group of mercenaries can’t cost much. In fact, as long as you can give a set of top teachers’ dormitory, it’s required It is a separate villa independent of other teachers’ apartments, and three meals a day must be nutritionally balanced. You cannot go to those teachers’ cafeterias to eat miscellaneous meals. They must be cooked separately! Also, the school time is set by our boss every day, so go there whenever you have time. , You can’t go to class if you have no time. You can’t set the time for class! Uh, yes, the boss of the school should be independent of all teachers. It is specially hired. Other teachers can’t interfere with the boss’s class arrangement, even if it is interrupted suddenly. Other teachers can’t complain about their classes. Ah, yes, these are the basic parts. If you agree to the principal, let’s discuss other matters, such as salary, retirement arrangements, retirement matters, etc."
"You're a robbery!" The old principal finally couldn't bear it, and suddenly jumped up from his chair: "This is still the basic part? Even the teachers in the Imperial Capital don't have such a good treatment! Do you need to pay for the elderly? Retire matters? How long can you work for? I’m thinking about old-age care? I’m afraid your students will die and you won’t die! No, I firmly disagree! At most, I will give you a separate villa. The meals will not be specific, one week. Two classes are not too much, right? As for the unrealistic endowment, I don’t think about it for the time being. The salary is 20,000 a month!
"Principal, you are not sincere." Jerry didn't take the principal's last threat seriously: "If even the most basic principal can't agree, then there is no room for negotiation between us. The principal. You are not so stingy, are you? As for the salary, if I show the strength of my boss as a Saint Seiya, how much do you think other schools will pay? Twenty thousand? It must be about the same for a day, right?"
"It's cruel enough?" I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead. "It seems that I really don't have any talent in business." The principal's lips squirmed a few times, after all, he couldn't imagine if it was a 17-year-old Saint Seiya. The sensation after the identity was revealed. But he still struggled: "One hundred thousand! Can't be more!"
"Deal!" Jerry nodded very simply, looking like I was waiting for you: "Don't worry, the boss told me the truth about the big tree. We won't be so stupid!"
"You got fooled!" This was the old principal's only thought, but immediately, he said to me viciously: "If you don't teach me a class of Silver Fighters, you don't want to leave! I'll arrange one for you. Top class top class! This is a group of talented kids we found during the entrance exam. You can't spoil me!" After telling me, he reached out and called in a teacher: "Go, give this kid I took the special training class. He is the teacher of the special training class. Starting today, the special training class is not allowed to practice on his own, and he will always follow his arrangements!"
"Old man, then I'm leaving!" I smiled and waved to my old principal, turned and walked out. Only the old principal behind him gritted his teeth and looked at me. Can't wait to swallow me alive.
The female teacher looked at me curiously: "So young? Are the students in the special training class as old as you? Are you actually a teacher?" I smiled faintly, and did not answer her. The beautiful teacher didn’t care too much, and she said to me: “There were many teachers who taught them before, but they were all taken care of by them. Therefore, in the past six months, the special training class is not arranged by a teacher. A state of self-cultivation. If you go in, I am afraid you will suffer a bit!"
"Training students?" Thinking about the endless ways my old man used to toss me in the past life, a smile appeared on the corner of my mouth: "Who suffers? Not necessarily!"
The beautiful teacher had nothing to say, she led me into the special training class silently all the way, and as soon as I pushed the door in, I saw that there were only a few students in the class holding books. He didn't even lift his eyelids. "Is there so many people in this class?" I turned to ask the teacher. When the teacher saw that there were only four or five students in the class, he was a little embarrassed: "There are thirty students in total. However, none of the others seem to have come."
"Then trouble you to call them over! Jerry, if you can't call them, you can invite them in a special way. You know how to do it." I was ignored as a teacher when I first came. It's really enough. Proud! However, I like it. The more arrogant the more interesting, whoever puts his head up the highest will fall the hardest!
Jerry responded and walked out with the teacher. Behind me, Riddle and Firenze stood honestly behind me. As for Xuelin, I also let her follow me. Because I will use her help later.
I stepped onto the podium and folded my hands. "Everyone!" I yelled, only with a little bit of infurience: "From today, I will be your mentor! Now, put away your books and introduce yourself!"
The audience was quiet, no classmate answered me, not even a classmate who raised his head. Riddle was furious, and when he was about to draw his sword and rush over, I stopped him: "It's just a group of bronze fighters, it's not necessary, just look at me!"
"Very good! You both reached the level of the Bronze Fighter at a young age, very good!" No one paid any attention to me. "However, don't think that the bronze fighter is the sky. In my eyes, you are simply a bunch of rubbish." Finally, a classmate raised his head, but his eyes were full of impatient: "Hey, you are very annoying. Every teacher will say this when they come over. But even if you are a silver-ranked fighter? We don’t know how much you rushed! If you know a little bit of self-knowledge, let’s leave. Don’t mess with us. Upset, be careful of being beaten!"
"Thank you for your reminder!" I sneered twice: "But? Who told you that I am a silver-level fighter? You are very good, I like it very much, so I will let you in the special training. You know what it means to be miserable, now you can sit down!"
The student gave me a proud look, then sat down with disdain and continued reading. I waited for a while. After a while, some students walked into the class one after another, but one after another was dismissive of me. At the end was a guy in a white hollow leather armor with a waist drop. The students of Sabre are just as old as I am. After seeing the other students, they hurriedly got up and said, "Welcome the boss!"
"A student is even more popular than me." This made me a little unhappy. "Is that idiot our new teacher? Is he as old as we are, can he be smarter than me? Do you think you can confront me if you find a genius like me? Really a big joke!" The handsome young man Look at me like a beggar on the side of the road.
"Are you the most talented student in this class?" I hate that others look at me with that kind of compassion. In previous lives, anyone who looked at me with this kind of eyes had a tragic ending in the end! "You can say so!" The handsome young man raised his head and looked at me provocatively.
"Do you think you are strong?" I looked at him playfully. "A 17-year-old silver fighter. What do you think?" He asked me back, looking very optimistic about his own strength. "If I say I can subdue you with one hand, do you believe it?"
"Are you dreaming? A hand?" The young man laughed loudly: "It seems that the school has sent us another fun. Let me enjoy it this time!" But as soon as his voice fell, I just stopped talking. He stepped wrong and came to him, grabbed his hair and slammed down. The guy was caught off guard and was directly pushed to the ground by me: "You know what? I don't like your tone very much! So! , Give you some punishment!" I let go of my hand after speaking. It withdrew to the original place.
"What? It's impossible!" The young man looked at me blankly, and touched his hair again, as if everything just now was so unreal.
"Boss, are you okay?" A guy walked over from behind the crowd and helped the young man up. However, the young man pushed away dismissively: "I'm fine!"
"Are you convinced now?" I asked again, but this time, he didn't find any other reasons. On the contrary, he stared at me curiously and asked, "How did you do it? I'm talking about your speed. !"
"I am your teacher, I agree with my strength, I will tell you!"