All-around teacher at the magic academy

"Congratulations, Teacher Leon." Lean's enthusiastic congratulations warmed Leon's heart as he stepped off the arena.

His face beamed with the joy of victory as he smiled and replied, "Thank you, Professor Lian."

Leon nodded slightly, dusted himself off, straightened his slightly disheveled clothes, and then said, "Teacher Leon, I remember your match is tomorrow, right?"

Leon paused for a moment, then smiled and replied, "Yes, Professor Leon, your memory is excellent. Today is actually a relaxed day for me; I only need to come to watch the opening ceremony. I don't plan to come back for the rest of the competitions since I won't be participating."

Leon nodded in understanding: "That's what I think too." He couldn't possibly stay here to watch every game; there was no need.

The two smiled at each other, both able to sense the other's feelings.

"Want to go for a walk?" Lian suggested gently, a hint of anticipation in her eyes. She seemed to be looking for a moment of relaxation between the intense competition.

Leon raised an eyebrow slightly, turned to look at Lian, and asked with a hint of doubt, "Don't you need to study your opponent? After all, you're the one playing tomorrow."

Lian waved her hand, looking relaxed and at ease: "No need, no need. No matter how much I study, I can handle the opponents I can handle, and the opponents I can't handle, no matter how much I study, I can't handle them." Her tone revealed a philosophical flavor, as if she had her own unique insights into the competition.

Leon paused for a moment, pondering Lian's words. He had to admit that what she said did seem to make some sense. Sometimes, excessive preparation can lead to unnecessary anxiety, while trusting one's intuition and abilities is equally important.

“Let’s go then.” Leon finally nodded in agreement, a slight smile appearing on his lips. He decided to follow Lian’s suggestion, temporarily putting the tension of the match behind him, and enjoy some rare leisure time.

The two walked side by side toward the edge of the arena, their steps light and cheerful. They passed through the bustling crowd, the sounds of laughter and cheers echoing after the opening match. Sunlight filtered through the sparse clouds, its warm rays feeling exceptionally comforting.

They had no specific destination; they simply strolled aimlessly through the city streets, chatting about topics unrelated to the competition, occasionally stopping to admire the scenery or sample some snacks.

...

Inside the hospital, in the quiet corridors and wards, Elsa sat quietly by Teacher Aiden's bedside, her eyes filled with undisguised worry and concern.

Everyone else in the ward had left to make final preparations for the upcoming competition, but she chose to stay and keep the injured Mr. Aiden company.

Mr. Aiden was unfortunately defeated in the first round, but the competition had to continue, and the other students and teachers of the college were still fighting for honor.

Elsa knew that although Mr. Aiden could no longer play, he would certainly want them to continue to move forward and bring glory to the academy.

She gazed at Professor Aiden's peaceful sleeping face, a complex mix of emotions surging within her. Elsa's brow furrowed slightly, her hand hesitating in the air for a long time, as if engaged in a fierce internal struggle. Ultimately, emotion triumphed over reason, and she slowly reached out her hand, only to abruptly withdraw it at the last moment before it touched her.

Time passed in silence, and Elsa's inner struggle intensified. After much deliberation, she finally made up her mind and reached out again, this time firmly grasping Mr. Aiden's large hand. Her fingers gently caressed the back of his hand, as if silently conveying her support and comfort.

Elsa's heart raced, a feeling both strange and familiar. She felt a mixture of fear at being discovered and an indescribable excitement. She held it quietly, her eyes fixed on Professor Aiden's face, as if wanting to etch this moment into her heart forever.

The atmosphere in the room was tranquil and warm. Elsa's grip on her hand was a silent promise; she was willing to stay here and wait for Teacher Aiden to wake up so they could face the challenges of the future together. Her eyes were filled with determination; no matter what happened next, she would stand bravely with her teacher.

...

In the captain's office of the law enforcement division, Max sat intently behind his desk, his pen flying across the paper as he recorded the division's important affairs during this period.

His desk was neat and tidy, with necessary documents and stationery, as well as a letter being written.

This is a report to the Duke of Adams, who is summarizing recent events in concise and clear language so that the Duke can quickly understand and give instructions.

At this time, the other rooms in the law enforcement division were somewhat deserted, as most of the officers were out on missions or involved in maintaining city order. Max was stationed alone at the division, a arrangement that allowed him to respond quickly to any emergency and ensure the stability of the command center.

After finishing the letter, Max stopped what he was doing, picked it up, and began to carefully review it. His eyes were focused as he checked each word and sentence, ensuring the content was clear, logically sound, and free of typos or grammatical errors. This was his standard for himself, and also a sign of respect for the Duke.

After confirming the letter was correct, Max carefully folded it, placed it in an envelope, sealed it with sealing wax, and stamped the branch's emblem. This series of actions was practiced and fluid, demonstrating his usual meticulous work ethic.

He summoned a receptionist working in the outer room, handed him the sealed letter, and instructed in a calm but firm tone: "Please make sure this letter is delivered safely to Duke Adams."

Having finished this important task, Max could finally relax a little. He rubbed his temples to relieve the fatigue from concentrating for so long.

He then simply leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and enjoyed this brief rest.

...

Leon and Lian traversed the bustling streets of Barton City, eventually arriving at a dilapidated courtyard on the city's outskirts. Looking at this place he had visited before, Leon felt, for some reason, that something had changed.

Leanne handed the gift to Leon, then tiptoed forward and gently knocked on the courtyard gate. The knocking echoed in the quiet alley, but received no response.

"They went out?" Lian asked with a hint of doubt. She frowned, unsure if anyone was inside.

"Maybe," Leon replied, equally uncertain.

Lian knocked twice more, this time with slightly more force, then stood quietly at the doorway, waiting. Time passed slowly, but the gate remained tightly shut, and no sound came from within.

"Let's go." Lian finally sighed.

"Mmm," Leon responded. His gaze fell on Lian's face, and seeing her disappointed expression, he said nothing more. He simply stayed by her side and left the quiet courtyard together.

Not long after the two left, a figure quietly peeked out from around the corner near the courtyard. It was Amy, her gaze calm and deep, silently watching the direction Leon and Lian had gone.