All-around teacher at the magic academy

After finishing his lesson, Hansen Adams couldn't wait to pack up and leave the classroom so he could tell his father the news as soon as possible.

"Hansen, where are you going? A new dessert shop just opened next to the college. Want to try it?" A friend of Hansen's, who was in class with him, couldn't help but call out as he hurriedly left.

"Maybe next time, I'm busy now." Hansen's reply was accompanied by his retreating figure, as he hurriedly disappeared through the classroom door without looking back, heading straight for the academy gate.

...

Seeing his younger brother panting, Eric Adams couldn't help but ask, "Why aren't you studying at the academy? What are you doing running home?"

"Nothing, where is Father?" Hansen asked breathlessly, anxiously inquiring about his father's whereabouts.

“In the study,” Eric replied, without asking why Hansen was looking for his father.

He watched Hansen's hurried departure, a sense of loneliness creeping into his heart. He wondered when it had started, but an invisible barrier seemed to have grown between him and his once inseparable brother.

Hansen hadn't called him "brother" so affectionately in a long time, like he had when they were kids. Back then, little Hansen would always follow him around, impossible to shake off. Eric sighed softly, his helplessness beyond words.

...

“Father, everything I’ve said is absolutely true.” Hansen looked at his father anxiously, trying to find a hint of urgency on his face, but his father remained unusually calm. He quickly added.

“I already know. Is this why you rushed back from your studies and dropped out of school?” There was a hint of reproach in his voice.

Hansen was stunned. He could hear the dissatisfaction and reproach in his father's cold tone. "Can't you learn from your brother and stop hanging out with those so-called 'bad influences' all the time?" his father continued.

Hansen felt wronged. He wanted to explain and tell his father that he had not neglected his studies because of this, and that his friends were not the "bad influences" his father described, but his good friends.

But he swallowed the words back. He knew his father wouldn't listen to his explanation; instead, he would think he was immature.

The thought that he was so eager to share the news, only to be scolded by his father, made Hansen feel an urge to cry.

However, he held back his tears, for he could not show any weakness in front of his father, for that would only make his father despise him more. The Adams family did not tolerate any display of cowardice or incompetence.

"Get out of here, go back to school." Duke Adams gave his son a cold look, said nothing more, and picked up the newspaper on the table to continue reading. Hansen stood there, feeling his father's disregard, and the disappointment and helplessness in his heart felt as heavy as lead.

...

Eric noticed that his younger brother Hansen looked unhappy when he came out of their father's study, and he felt an urge to comfort him.

"Did your father scold you again?" Eric asked softly.

Hansen didn't answer, but silently walked away, leaving Eric standing there. Watching his brother's unwilling back, Eric's mood also became heavy.

...

Upon returning to the academy, Hansen threw himself into magical practice, continuing relentlessly until late at night. However, despite his immense efforts, he saw no significant progress.

The next day, exhausted, Hansen continued his magic practice. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break through the invisible barrier. A sense of frustration welled up inside him, and he couldn't help but blame himself. Why was he so dull-witted? He had clearly tried so hard, so why did his father always turn a blind eye?

He recalled the lessons he had learned in class. He understood the theories and remembered the teacher's explanations vividly, but why could he not achieve the desired results in practice? Hansen's confusion and frustration cast a shadow over his heart.

...

"Father, look! I can cast wind blade magic now!" Seven-year-old Hansen excitedly ran to his father the moment he first mastered magic. He was eager to share his joy with his father and looked forward to his praise.

“Eric was already able to unleash his powers at the age of five, and he was far superior to you.” Duke Adams frowned, looking somewhat impatient. “I have no interest in these childish tricks. Don’t call me for such trivial matters in the future.”

"What's wrong, Hansen? You don't seem very happy," Eric noticed his brother's disappointed expression and asked gently.

"I hate you," Little Hansen said angrily, and then ran away in a huff.

His older brother, Eric, was an exceptionally talented genius who began learning magic at the age of four and was able to unleash it at the age of five.

He began studying at a junior magic academy at the age of 7, and consistently ranked first in all subjects, earning praise from teachers and respect from his fellow students.

He entered an intermediate magic academy at the age of 13, and his grades remained number one in the academy, never falling below second place. The teachers at the academy found it incredible, and his classmates called him a prodigy.

He entered St. Peter's College at the age of 17 and continued his legendary career, earning high praise even from the dean.

He graduated from St. Peter's College at the age of 20 and earned the opportunity to enter the St. Peter's College Hall of Fame, a place that only legendary teachers or students are qualified to enter.

After graduation, I followed my father and handled various family affairs.

It's fair to say that Eric was the most brilliant talent in the entire family and even the entire state of Clinton from birth. Hansen grew up in the shadow of his brother's brilliance.

He was always inevitably the subject of comments, with comparisons made to his older brother. He had achieved good results in both the junior and intermediate magic academies, but there were always people saying that his brother had done better back then.

Despite being a son of the Adams family, he could never gain recognition because of his elder brother's outstanding achievements.

His father always told him to learn from his older brother, and others always said he was a little inferior to his brother. He couldn't refute it; it was indeed true, after all, his brother was so outstanding.

Over the years, he had been working hard. He hadn't been arrogant enough to say that he was determined to surpass his brother, nor did he care about other people's opinions of him. He only cared about his father's opinion of him. He wanted his father's approval and didn't want to hear his father say, "Your brother did better than you at your age."

She always suffered her father's indifference, as if everything he did was wrong. In her father's eyes, making friends was a sign of being uneducated and incompetent.

Hansen recalled all his efforts over the years and felt so tired of living. Why couldn't his father acknowledge him? He walked away dejectedly, his figure looking so lonely in the sunlight.

...

Leon sat leisurely in his office, sipping his coffee. He enjoyed these days. He didn't have to think about anything; simply enjoying this peaceful time was enough.

He closed his eyes and pondered, imagining what it would be like to become a tycoon.

First, I must buy a luxurious villa, then hire a large number of servants, and buy a piece of land of my own. Then, I'll lie in the villa's yard, watching the servants busy themselves, while I relax in the sunshine.

Ideally, Teacher Lian would also be by my side. Hmm, that would be great.

We must bring Harvey and the others over, as well as Philip and his sister.

I can help Ilya get the best doctors to cure her illness. I can also sponsor the captain so he has more money to hire more law enforcement officers, so he won't be so busy. And there's also Teacher Polan...

Leon pondered and pondered, and he felt he had finally found a goal. Just as he was immersed in his beautiful fantasy, a heavy knock on the door pulled him back to reality.

"Please come in," he replied somewhat impatiently, then seemed to realize something, adjusted himself, and looked at the person who came in.

"Who are you?" To be honest, Leon didn't quite recognize the person, but he also felt that the person looked familiar. He must have taken his class before. How could he possibly remember all of his students?

“Hello, Professor Leon, I am Hansen Adams, your student.”