Chapter 22
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A thing as simple as training a class of failures wasn't what Simon was attempting. Simon had a much grander vision, to create his very own group of loyal students, so loyal that not even the Devil could make them bend. In doing so, Simon would complete the goal and help the class survive 'The Siege'. Everything in this situation pointed to a benefit for Simon, everything was meticulously planned, every lecture built upon their enlightenment and passively gathered their strength.
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'It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I have turned them all into geniuses.' Well, it was. Although the class was progressing at breakneck speeds, Simon had yet to teach them combat techniques that could match their pace, causing them to grow without practical experience. Such a problem could be fixed with a another lecture, combat techniques won't be a problem for long.
DING
Simon was notified by the system that he had received 500 points of currency.
'I am progressing quite well... rewards will keep on coming!' Without a second thought, Simon purchased a set of blue coloured books and a single black one. These books were of course battle arts.
Simon had gathered some lower cost battle arts in the form of the blue ones for a total of 100 points, and the black one for 300. The blue arts were incredibly profound, but to the system, they only cost 10 points each. It made Simon wonder how amazing the black art could be in practice. But there was indeed something that Simon was hooked by in the black art, the fact that it had particularly great ability: the ability to condense elemental blades from VP. These weren't just any blades, these blades could be stored too, to the point of infinity.
'I guess I'll practice this tomorrow, I still just want to rest today.' Simon yawned to himself.
Soon enough, Simon was in bed, resting.
The idea of creating the ultimate class was something that teachers could dream of, but never attempt. Such teachers were looking to fail, the only way to achieve perfection was through the work of gods. No matter how hard you try, there would always be a problem child in the class, stopping it from reaching the apex of its potential. Simon already knew about this and was already dealing with it.
By specifically targeting the problem kids of the class, he had forged some bonds with them, as he taught them aggressively. It was simply through the power of his knowledge and will that he could get through to this class, but there was still an unknown. Why hasn't the goal finished? Who was still unsatisfied?
"Just who doesn't think of me as their teacher?"
***
"Vice-principal Feng, there have been some astronomically exaggerated rumours travelling through the school as of late."
"Price, As if there haven't been many before recently."
"This is different. There are rumours of a new professor that joined the faculty last month that has managed to turn a class of failures into geniuses!"
"Speak more."
"There are reports that of 100 students in the class that were all originally of C-class or B-class, 97 of them have been promoted to a single class higher, with the remaining three having been promoted twice."
"Stop with the gossip. That is not-"
"Sir, I advise yo to read this report." Price calmly handed over a sheet.
"Oh my... this man, who is he?"
"Professor Peter White, the sole master rank professor of Haven."
"Master rank! I only managed to reach that rank last year, how is he in charge of the problem children?"
"Sir, he is 25 this year, and is rumoured to be a relative of the famed grand marshal White. There is no doubt about it, we must seize this chance and get into his good graces!"
"Very well, assign those students to him as permanent students and make it an S-class lecture. It is best that those kids seize the opportunity to only focus on his teachings, why waste time on other classes?"
"Are you-"
"I have read the report, the average scores of all subjects have increased across the class. This Peter White can certainly handle this."
"As you say."
"On another note, I have finally convinced my niece to meet with Simon Grey. I hope Michelle will understand what I am trying to do for her, such an opportunity can't be passed on."
***
"Ah! I have finally rested up. Time to eat some dinner!" Simon opened up the fridge and grabbed an assortment of ingredients. Sleeping for 3 hours had made him forget about food, so now was indeed the time to eat.
"Some good old fried scallops and clams."
***
"Hmmph! Uncle Feng is making me meet with some random guy! I will only do this to making him back off. I can't betray Simz!"
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A thing as simple as training a class of failures wasn't what Simon was attempting. Simon had a much grander vision, to create his very own group of loyal students, so loyal that not even the Devil could make them bend. In doing so, Simon would complete the goal and help the class survive 'The Siege'. Everything in this situation pointed to a benefit for Simon, everything was meticulously planned, every lecture built upon their enlightenment and passively gathered their strength.
Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click www.webnovel.com for visiting.
'It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I have turned them all into geniuses.' Well, it was. Although the class was progressing at breakneck speeds, Simon had yet to teach them combat techniques that could match their pace, causing them to grow without practical experience. Such a problem could be fixed with a another lecture, combat techniques won't be a problem for long.
DING
Simon was notified by the system that he had received 500 points of currency.
'I am progressing quite well... rewards will keep on coming!' Without a second thought, Simon purchased a set of blue coloured books and a single black one. These books were of course battle arts.
Simon had gathered some lower cost battle arts in the form of the blue ones for a total of 100 points, and the black one for 300. The blue arts were incredibly profound, but to the system, they only cost 10 points each. It made Simon wonder how amazing the black art could be in practice. But there was indeed something that Simon was hooked by in the black art, the fact that it had particularly great ability: the ability to condense elemental blades from VP. These weren't just any blades, these blades could be stored too, to the point of infinity.
'I guess I'll practice this tomorrow, I still just want to rest today.' Simon yawned to himself.
Soon enough, Simon was in bed, resting.
The idea of creating the ultimate class was something that teachers could dream of, but never attempt. Such teachers were looking to fail, the only way to achieve perfection was through the work of gods. No matter how hard you try, there would always be a problem child in the class, stopping it from reaching the apex of its potential. Simon already knew about this and was already dealing with it.
By specifically targeting the problem kids of the class, he had forged some bonds with them, as he taught them aggressively. It was simply through the power of his knowledge and will that he could get through to this class, but there was still an unknown. Why hasn't the goal finished? Who was still unsatisfied?
"Just who doesn't think of me as their teacher?"
***
"Vice-principal Feng, there have been some astronomically exaggerated rumours travelling through the school as of late."
"Price, As if there haven't been many before recently."
"This is different. There are rumours of a new professor that joined the faculty last month that has managed to turn a class of failures into geniuses!"
"Speak more."
"There are reports that of 100 students in the class that were all originally of C-class or B-class, 97 of them have been promoted to a single class higher, with the remaining three having been promoted twice."
"Stop with the gossip. That is not-"
"Sir, I advise yo to read this report." Price calmly handed over a sheet.
"Oh my... this man, who is he?"
"Professor Peter White, the sole master rank professor of Haven."
"Master rank! I only managed to reach that rank last year, how is he in charge of the problem children?"
"Sir, he is 25 this year, and is rumoured to be a relative of the famed grand marshal White. There is no doubt about it, we must seize this chance and get into his good graces!"
"Very well, assign those students to him as permanent students and make it an S-class lecture. It is best that those kids seize the opportunity to only focus on his teachings, why waste time on other classes?"
"Are you-"
"I have read the report, the average scores of all subjects have increased across the class. This Peter White can certainly handle this."
"As you say."
"On another note, I have finally convinced my niece to meet with Simon Grey. I hope Michelle will understand what I am trying to do for her, such an opportunity can't be passed on."
***
"Ah! I have finally rested up. Time to eat some dinner!" Simon opened up the fridge and grabbed an assortment of ingredients. Sleeping for 3 hours had made him forget about food, so now was indeed the time to eat.
"Some good old fried scallops and clams."
***
"Hmmph! Uncle Feng is making me meet with some random guy! I will only do this to making him back off. I can't betray Simz!"
A thing as simple as training a class of failures wasn't what Simon was attempting. Simon had a much grander vision, to create his very own group of loyal students, so loyal that not even the Devil could make them bend. In doing so, Simon would complete the goal and help the class survive 'The Siege'. Everything in this situation pointed to a benefit for Simon, everything was meticulously planned, every lecture built upon their enlightenment and passively gathered their strength. Find authorized novels in Webnovelfaster updates, better experiencePlease click www.webnovel.com for visiting. 'It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that I have turned them all into geniuses.' Well, it was. Although the class was progressing at breakneck speeds, Simon had yet to teach them combat techniques that could match their pace, causing them to grow without practical experience. Such a problem could be fixed with a another lecture, combat techniques won't be a problem for long.DINGSimon was notified by the system that he had received 500 points of currency.'I am progressing quite well... rewards will keep on coming!' Without a second thought, Simon purchased a set of blue coloured books and a single black one. These books were of course battle arts.Simon had gathered some lower cost battle arts in the form of the blue ones for a total of 100 points, and the black one for 300. The blue arts were incredibly profound, but to the system, they only cost 10 points each. It made Simon wonder how amazing the black art could be in practice. But there was indeed something that Simon was hooked by in the black art, the fact that it had particularly great ability: the ability to condense elemental blades from VP. These weren't just any blades, these blades could be stored too, to the point of infinity.'I guess I'll practice this tomorrow, I still just want to rest today.' Simon yawned to himself.Soon enough, Simon was in bed, resting.The idea of creating the ultimate class was something that teachers could dream of, but never attempt. Such teachers were looking to fail, the only way to achieve perfection was through the work of gods. No matter how hard you try, there would always be a problem child in the class, stopping it from reaching the apex of its potential. Simon already knew about this and was already dealing with it.By specifically targeting the problem kids of the class, he had forged some bonds with them, as he taught them aggressively. It was simply through the power of his knowledge and will that he could get through to this class, but there was still an unknown. Why hasn't the goal finished? Who was still unsatisfied?"Just who doesn't think of me as their teacher?"***"Vice-principal Feng, there have been some astronomically exaggerated rumours travelling through the school as of late.""Price, As if there haven't been many before recently.""This is different. There are rumours of a new professor that joined the faculty last month that has managed to turn a class of failures into geniuses!""Speak more.""There are reports that of 100 students in the class that were all originally of C-class or B-class, 97 of them have been promoted to a single class higher, with the remaining three having been promoted twice.""Stop with the gossip. That is not-""Sir, I advise yo to read this report." Price calmly handed over a sheet."Oh my... this man, who is he?""Professor Peter White, the sole master rank professor of Haven.""Master rank! I only managed to reach that rank last year, how is he in charge of the problem children?""Sir, he is 25 this year, and is rumoured to be a relative of the famed grand marshal White. There is no doubt about it, we must seize this chance and get into his good graces!""Very well, assign those students to him as permanent students and make it an S-class lecture. It is best that those kids seize the opportunity to only focus on his teachings, why waste time on other classes?""Are you-""I have read the report, the average scores of all subjects have increased across the class. This Peter White can certainly handle this.""As you say.""On another note, I have finally convinced my niece to meet with Simon Grey. I hope Michelle will understand what I am trying to do for her, such an opportunity can't be passed on."***"Ah! I have finally rested up. Time to eat some dinner!" Simon opened up the fridge and grabbed an assortment of ingredients. Sleeping for 3 hours had made him forget about food, so now was indeed the time to eat."Some good old fried scallops and clams."***"Hmmph! Uncle Feng is making me meet with some random guy! I will only do this to making him back off. I can't betray Simz!"
