All-around teacher at the magic academy

Mr. Logan sat at his desk, sunlight streaming through the window and casting a warm glow on his focused face.

His fingers gently turned the pages, as if conversing with history. The history book in his hands was thick and ancient, and the densely packed text on the yellowed pages recorded every detail of human history.

After carefully reading the book, Professor Logan gently closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wander through the long river of history.

He reminisced about the story of a nobody recorded in the book, a nobody named Elvy. He was neither a hero nor an emperor; he was just an ordinary soldier, a speck of dust almost unknown in the torrent of history.

However, Mr. Logan was particularly fond of Elvy's story, even more so than of the other important characters in the book. In Elvy, Mr. Logan saw a reflection of himself. They were both ordinary people, striving to live their lives, with their own dreams and pursuits.

In the book, Alvy makes the wrong choice in a crucial battle; he betrays his beliefs and chooses survival.

This choice burdened him with heavy guilt, but he persevered to fulfill his mission and pursue his dream. Professor Logan understood Elvy's pain and struggle, for he himself had faced a similar choice.

Alvy's story made Mr. Logan realize that life isn't always black and white; everyone has their own helplessness and hardships. In the long river of history, everyone strives to live, and even if they make mistakes, they bravely face them and pursue their own value.

Fate seems to have no time to care about those unknown little people. Their life trajectories are just an insignificant stroke in the grand historical picture, as if they are destined to be submerged by the torrent of the times.

However, Professor Logan had a completely different view. In his eyes, everyone who has ever existed is the protagonist of their own life story, and everyone has their own chapter, whether that chapter is thick or thin.

Logan firmly believes that everyone's life is unique, and their experiences, emotions, and choices constitute the meaning of their existence.

Even in history books, those minor figures may only appear in a few lines, or even just have a few words in their names, yet their lives are equally rich and profound. How can a few pages in a book possibly fully encompass the dramatic and eventful life of a person?

Mr. Logan gently put down his history book, stood up, and walked softly to the mirror.

His gaze met his reflection in the mirror, a face nearing thirty, bearing the marks of time. Looking at his appearance, which he hadn't taken care of in a long time, Mr. Logan felt a little sorry for himself.

He began to carefully tidy his appearance, turning his cuffs and collar neatly, and smoothing out every wrinkle.

Then, he ran his fingers through his hair until every strand was neatly arranged in the right place.

Then, he picked up the shoe polish and carefully polished his leather shoes until they reflected a dazzling shine in the sunlight.

Finally, he picked up a new coat and put it on.

Mr. Logan looked at himself in the mirror again and nodded in satisfaction. Yes, with a little grooming, his appearance had indeed become more elegant and more like that of a teacher.

He was preparing to leave the college today to visit a student, so he couldn't be as unkempt as usual.

As he opened the door, the sunlight immediately embraced him warmly, bathing him in its gentle rays, a feeling that made him feel incredibly comfortable.

Mr. Logan thought that perhaps choosing to go for a walk every day, instead of staying indoors reading all the time, would be a good option. Sunshine and fresh air always bring joy.

He glanced back at his room one last time. Everything in the room was arranged so quietly. The books on the bookshelf were neatly arranged, a few pens and papers were scattered on the desk, and the history book on the desk was just sitting there quietly, as if silently waiting for him to turn the page again.

...

"Are you alright?" Renault's voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet ward. His eyes revealed an indescribable concern as he looked at Hansen lying on the bed. He didn't know why he had come, but a force within him compelled him to come here involuntarily.

Hansen looked at the two figures standing in front of the hospital bed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. He clearly hadn't expected Renault to come and visit him.

"It's alright, thank you." Hansen's voice was weak, but he tried his best to remain calm, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, attempting to give a grateful smile.

Renault nodded, seemingly relieved. "It's good that you're alright. I'm looking forward to our match again after you've recovered."

His words carried a hint of anticipation, as if he were looking forward to another showdown with Hansen, and also as if he were expressing encouragement to Hansen in this way.

"Okay." Hansen's answer was simple and firm.

Hall stood silently to the side. He didn't know what to say; the slight resentment he harbored towards Hansen made him feel somewhat embarrassed. If it weren't for Hansen, perhaps Renault would have been able to participate in that match.

However, he respected Renault's choice. Since Renault had chosen to let go, he couldn't bring up the past again. He looked at Renault and felt that he seemed to have changed, a subtle yet profound change, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was.

"If there's nothing else, we'll head back to the academy now. Take good care of yourself and recover from your injuries." Renault looked at Hansen again, preparing to take his leave.

“Okay,” Hansen replied briefly again.

Renault and Hall nodded, turned and left the ward, leaving Hansen alone lying quietly on the bed, lost in thought.

......

"Is that Professor Logan?" As Renault and Hall stepped out of the hospital, Hall's gaze inadvertently fell on a familiar figure. He pointed to the figure walking into the hospital entrance in the distance and asked in confusion.

Renault's gaze followed Hall's finger and saw the man carrying some fruit, walking steadily into the hospital.

"What is Professor Logan doing at the hospital?" Hall frowned in confusion, clearly surprised by Professor Logan's presence.

"Maybe they're here to visit Hansen too," Renault guessed, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Hall nodded, agreeing with Reynolds' guess. The two stood at the hospital entrance, watching Professor Logan's figure disappear into the hospital corridor, a warmth welling up in their hearts.

...

Logan stood in front of the ward door, his heart filled with complex emotions.

His fingers lightly touched the cold doorknob, but he hesitated to press it. He didn't know what he was hesitating about. After all, he had made up his mind on the way to the hospital, but now he felt a strange hesitation.

Perhaps the scene before him evoked memories of his father, who, just like now, wandered the hospital corridor with a heavy heart.

He looked down at the fruit basket in his hands, filled with fresh fruit he had carefully selected. Logan silently chuckled at his own hesitation. Finally, he took a deep breath, made up his mind, and gently knocked on the door.

Hansen had just lain down in his hospital room, trying to relax his body, when he heard another knock on the door.

He was somewhat surprised that there were more visitors than he had expected today, and this unexpected kindness warmed his heart.

He struggled to sit up and looked towards the door. As the door slowly opened, Hansen, though somewhat surprised to see the figure standing there, still politely smiled.