As a villain, I really don't want to be pursued by the heroine.

In the college's large conference room, a group of teachers gathered to discuss the practical work related to the final exam.

"It's that time of year again, time to recruit a disciple."

"Alas, that apprentice last year was really troublesome. I have to find an obedient one this year!"

"Hehe, there are so many pretty girls in this class. I wonder if I can pick up a few good-looking ones... Teacher Xue Nuo! I was just joking!"

The first-year final exam is not just a test, but also a selection of apprentices by teachers.

The so-called direct teaching between master and apprentice refers to a model in which the tutor provides one-on-many guidance to students to complete the project.

The relationship between a direct disciple and a mentor is much closer than that of an ordinary teacher and student. In fact, it is equivalent to the master-disciple inheritance relationship in the Magician Academy.

The relationship between a teacher and an apprentice is a community of shared interests, where both prosper and suffer. It is only when facing a direct apprentice that teachers will impart their unique skills.

Therefore, the final exam of the last semester of the first grade, as an assessment of apprentices, has always been a topic that teachers cannot take lightly.

If one can select an apprentice with extraordinary talent and bring up a local outstanding person, it is equivalent to achieving success and fame - after all, most teachers have limited extraordinary powers, and if they want to pursue fame and fortune, the only way is to take apprentices.

However, compared to the bustling crowd, the silver-haired girl sitting quietly in the corner seemed listless, concentrating on correcting lesson plans and not showing much interest.

In the years since he started teaching, Jon Snow is a rare teacher who has never accepted any apprentices.

In the eyes of the older generation of teachers, if you have never taught an apprentice, it means you have never been a teacher.

Just like there are always elders urging you to get married during the Chinese New Year, there are always seniors who meddle in other people’s business in the workplace.

More than once, seniors came to complain, "It's time for Jon Snow to take in a personal apprentice."

Normally, Jon Snow would always say with a cold face: "Thanks for your concern, but I'm not interested."

But the person who came to show concern this time was a heavyweight who was not easy to deal with.

An old man in a gray robe, stroking his beard, walked over and squinted his eyes kindly. "Teacher Xue Nuo, do you have any students you like this year?"

Faced with the Sage's questions, even Jon Snow was secretly distressed.

Chapter 33 Is this bowl of water evenly balanced?

Jon Snow stood up and bowed slightly in respect.

The grey-robed old man waved his hand and said casually, "No need to be so polite, I'm just asking casually."

He stroked his beard and, like all senior teachers, sighed, "After three or four years of teaching, it's almost time for you to take in an apprentice."

Snow's expression remained unchanged as he politely declined, "Thank you. Thank you for your concern, Dean. However, just like in previous years, I don't have any students I'm interested in yet."

Logically, after the excuse, the topic should have ended there.

Although 199% of the teachers had taken in apprentices, and some even took in dozens at a time, there was no school rule that required teachers to take in apprentices.

But the old man did not give up. Instead, he sat next to Jon Snow and pointed out Jon Snow's true intention meaningfully: "Taking on an apprentice is an indispensable experience for a teacher. It would be a pity to miss it, young man."

Jon Snow's cold and pretty face twitched slightly.

That’s right, she actually deliberately didn’t accept any disciples.

Now that she has been seen through, she will not pretend anymore.

It seems that if you want to deal with the [Sage], you must come up with a sufficiently reasonable excuse.

"Explain. I have no interest in fame, nor do I intend to leave behind my own legacy."

"Haha, Mr. Snow, you're joking. Why should you be so utilitarian when accepting a disciple? Imparting knowledge to young students is a pleasure in itself."

"Excuse me for being blunt. As a job, I will fulfill my duties as a teacher, but I personally don't have a strong interest in teaching, nor do I understand the joy of it."

The silver-haired girl's defense was as tight as the empire's iron wall, leaving no room for leakage.

In fact, every word she said was true. Even if she was not after fame or fortune, she was not very interested in taking in disciples. She enjoyed the leisure time of being alone.

Even if it's a [Sage], there would be nothing to say now, right?

However, the old man showed an expression that he had expected it, nodded slightly and narrowed his eyes.

Those eyes, full of wisdom, showed a hint of deep meaning.

"That's hard to say. The reason you're not interested might just be that you haven't met the right child."

Jon Snow couldn't help but frown: "I repeat. Just like in previous years, I don't see anyone I like..."

Halfway through her words, the image of the black-haired boy flashed through her mind.

The right child.

If I have to say, maybe it is not?

"Everything is about trying. Try opening your heart and taking in an apprentice. Maybe it won't be as boring as you think."

Thinking of the black-haired boy, the silver-haired girl subconsciously did not refute this time.

After a long silence, Jon Snow whispered, "The relationship between a master and a disciple is a matter of mutual choice, not the master's dictum."

"Even if I choose him, he may not choose me."

"How do you know if you don't try?"

The old man's laughter was like a gentle breeze, creating ripples in the girl's still heart.

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The end of the final written exam means that students are finally liberated from a semester's studies.

Tonight, the streets and alleys of the academic city are crowded with young boys and girls who are out having fun. Their laughter and joyful chatter echo in the air, making the city seem particularly lively.

However, people always compare with each other unconsciously.

Same-sex couples walking together would always have contorted expressions and a surge of longing when they saw young couples holding hands. Even among the young couples, there would be a fleeting moment of envy when they caught a glimpse of a handsome couple.

The food chain of envy and bitterness continues to spread, and the top level is located in a magnificent high-end restaurant.

No matter they were single men and women, or young couples walking hand in hand, they could not help but feel an extremely strong sense of sadness when they looked at the black-haired boy surrounded by four girls in the corner box.

The Lionheart Princess, the Elf Nightingale, the Student Council President, and the blonde maid all have their own strengths. When they walk alone outside, they are all a beautiful sight that attracts attention.

Now that the four of them are together, it’s hard not to take a few glances.

Especially when they surround the young man at the same time, I don’t know how many men will grit their teeth in jealousy.

Of course, the handsome and delicate face of the black-haired boy also makes many women secretly envy the girls' situation.

However, feeling the sour gazes from those around him, Roy shook his head silently.

My family, who understands? You don't even get my pain, okay?!

From the outside, it may be that the rich young master has four beauties and enjoys the soft fragrance of jade.

But the fact is, these are simply three deadly devils!

To celebrate the final written exam, we went out for a walk and had a meal together.

As a result, from the time they left home until now, the three of them had been arguing about almost every issue, including what to wear, what to eat, and where to go, and finally brought the topic to themselves.

"Roy, what do you think?

How can I see it? Can I use my Sharingan?

Roy tried his best, praising this one, coaxing that one, complimenting this one, and comforting that one, and finally he managed to keep them all fair.

But when he sat down, the problem was no longer something he could solve with his language skills.

"It doesn't matter where you sit, right?"

"Haha, then why don't you just sit in the innermost seat?"

"After all, they are just junior high school girls. They have to fight for a seat."

"Bad girl! If you don't care about the seat, why do you keep holding Roy's hand? Can't you just sit in the innermost seat?!"

The seats in the box are a row of exquisite sofas covered with velvet.

However, only three people could sit in a row, and the girl rushed to sit with Roy, and a huge argument ensued.

The waiter beside him was also seeing such a scene for the first time. He smiled awkwardly, but cast a cold look at the boy.

Dog charging, explode!

Roy's headache was indeed about to explode.

As expected, the two girls, unable to tell who was winning, turned around at the same time and looked towards him.

"Roy, you choose. I trust you will make the right judgment."

"Haha, don't be nervous. Unlike a certain bad-tempered flat-chested girl, I won't get angry no matter what I choose, okay?"

"Junior, actually, as long as it's your decision, it doesn't matter to me how I sit."

The three of them smiled, each one more amiable than the other.

But Roy couldn't laugh at all!

Still not angry? Indifferent? Even a straight man wouldn't believe what you say, right?

One was about to smoke and catch fire, one had eyes wide open, and the other was emitting demonic energy!

I can only sit with two people at most, but if I do, the one who is left out will definitely be angry!

Roy looked around, trying to find inspiration to break the deadlock from his male compatriots, but he found that he was the only one who was in the tragic situation of having to deal with three girls at the same time.

It is better to rely on yourself than to rely on others.

tnnd, just come on!

After a while.

The three girls looked at the boy sitting opposite them with the little maid, and their faces fell at the same time.

"Why are you looking at me? Eat." Roy happily took the lead in picking up the knife and fork.

We agreed to treat everyone equally, so we treat everyone equally.

He can't make everyone happy, but he can make everyone unhappy!

Let me ask you, is this bowl of water evenly distributed?

Chapter 34 Backstab!

"Alice, would you like some milk?"

"If you want to drink...ah, Master, Alice can just pour it herself."

"It's okay for me to do this, right? Be obedient."

"This... that troubles the master."

"And this, you should eat more too. If you don't eat more, you won't grow up."

"Hmm, the food here is really good. Master, please eat more."

Under the warm yellow light, the black-haired boy grinned, pouring water and picking up food, taking meticulous care of the blonde maid. The latter was a little reserved at first, but like a warm marshmallow, she exuded a soft and sweet atmosphere and in turn took care of her master.

In contrast, the three girls seemed to have been bleached to the point of losing their color and turning into snow-white ash, and there was a moment of silence.

You can't compete with someone who isn't playing the game.

Alice and Roy haven't reached that stage yet, so conversely, she is not under the "equal treatment" agreement.

This meant that no matter what Roy did to her, the three of them couldn't say anything and could only watch helplessly!

Although this restaurant has a good reputation, Charlotte and others did not find the food boring as they watched the master and servant exchange sweet glances.

I have nothing against you, but you are doting on that child too much!

The more Charlotte thought about it, the angrier she became. Finally, she couldn't help herself and kicked Roy with her black silk feet wrapped in small leather shoes under the table.

Roy raised his head and looked at the princess, who seemed to be glaring, but also looked down, with a look of annoyance and grievance on her face. He understood immediately.

Jealous?

Are you kidding me? You're also jealous of the little maid?

Roy, feeling both amused and helpless, had to stop what he was doing and look at the red-haired princess.

The plate of steak in front of the girl was barely touched.