The four of them quickly gathered together, climbed the long steps with the crowd, went up to the platform, crossed the lawn, and walked into the auditorium door of the Theological Seminary after being checked by relevant personnel.
The auditorium was filled with rows of tables and chairs. The 923 students of the Theological Seminary took their seats first - they were in the front row. The auditors followed closely - they were in the back row.
“The course is held directly in the auditorium?”
"Of course, because there will be a lot of participants in the open class, the classroom at the back can't accommodate so many people."
"It's a rare opportunity to have an open class, but it's a course like 'Ancient Sarai Language'... To be honest, it's a bit disappointing."
"Yeah, even if they could just offer an art course, it has to be this boring class..."
Xia Yibing and the other three also sat down together. There was no need to listen, as there were extraordinary people everywhere around them talking about tonight's activities.
To sum up, there are probably two main views:
First, "Ancient Sarai" is boring. If Puslint had not opened classes for half a year, they might not have been willing to come.
Second, many people are interested in the assistant coach recruited by Nosa Ferdinand himself. This may also be an alternative reason why there are so many people.
"Great." Zafira was wearing a coat with a vertical collar, with most of her face buried in it. "No one comes here for Miss Detective's teaching level."
"Zafira, if you don't know how to speak, you can shut up." Ethan warned him.
"They're not entirely wrong." Alfred moved his butt and tried to make himself comfortable in the chair. "This course is really useless."
Ancient Sara is unpopular, not only because it is boring, but also because it has very few uses.
The greatest benefit of learning it well is to translate and decipher ancient documents. If you are lucky, the deciphered ancient documents record a lost technology, which is a great achievement and you may be awarded the Oak Leaf Medal.
But on the one hand, the number of ancient documents unearthed each year is very small, and on the other hand, even if they are unearthed, most of the content is incomplete.
It requires the existence of documents, the fact that they are complete, and that they happen to record useful information... The probability of success by luck is too low.
What’s even more annoying is that Sara wasn’t the only language spoken in ancient times.
In that vanished era, the past civilization obscured by the fog had more than ten different languages, which further increased the difficulty of "taking a chance".
So it is normal that this course gradually became less popular.
In fact, if it weren't for the fact that Ferdinand has always been teaching the Dean's Course, which is a compulsory course in the college, the number of students sitting in the front would be reduced by more than half.
"Look!"
Just as Xia Yibing was about to retort, she heard a commotion in the crowd.
"The deans of other colleges are here!"
Turning around, I saw two men and one woman walking into the auditorium.
Sixus walked in the front. Although she was short, she had the most imposing manner among the three. She always held her chin high and never looked at the people on either side.
The two gentlemen behind were much more polite. They both had black hair, one had sunken eye sockets and wore a patched robe, and the other wore gold-rimmed glasses. They had a rigorous and humble temperament.
"Bodrak from the Faculty of Mechanics, and Bisius from the Faculty of Physics."
There were murmurs from beneath Zafira’s hat.
"Legend has it that Paul Drake wore that ragged robe because he always got himself dirty, and after taking a shower he was too lazy to change into formal clothes, so he simply wrapped himself in the robe...which meant he was naked underneath."
"Zafira——"
“I didn’t spread this.”
"oh oh……!"
There was another commotion.
"what's wrong?"
Many people stood up, and some who didn't understand asked others questions.
"Grest!"
People cheered excitedly.
"It's Principal Grace who's here!"
"what?"
This even Xia Yibing and the other three were shocked.
Grest...the most mysterious headmaster of Puslint!
He is here too?
They stood up along with the crowd, just in time to see a figure step through the gate.
He was very thin and tall. He wore a somewhat loose black robe. The hood of the robe was pulled up to cover most of his face. Anyone could only see his chin and the silver beard that stretched out from his chin.
"Oh... everyone, don't be so enthusiastic..."
Realizing that his arrival had upset the balance, Grace had no choice but to reach out his hand to try to calm the atmosphere.
"Gudu~"
Hiding in the backstage and watching this scene, Hitzfeld swallowed his saliva.
"How can he be so popular?" she murmured to herself.
"'Actually'?" Sixus, who had appeared backstage at some point, immediately laughed at her, "Oh... just because he holds the secret of how Pusilint can stand firm in the dream world, he is qualified to receive such respect!"
“…” Hitzfeld was numb again.
Her psychological quality was pretty good. She had already prepared herself to give a lecture to more than a thousand people, but now she felt like she was about to explode with nervousness.
Grace... the headmaster of Puslint, a man that even Villefort has to look up to!
He has nothing to do so he comes to listen to her lecture?
Doesn't this make things more difficult for her?
With Grace's loud soothing voice, the commotion soon subsided.
He found a seat against the wall and sat down. The students around him were shaking with excitement.
"bell--"
The bell rang, and Hitzfeld knew it was his turn to go on stage.
"Go~"
Sixus encouraged her with a wicked smile.
"Remember those tips I told you about."
Hitzfeld didn't hear anything she said.
Coming out from the backstage and walking up the stairs to the podium, she could feel a lot of eyes following her.
There was a murmur of discussion from the audience.
Both students and auditors were surprised at her youth.
Oh...it's not just about being young.
A solemn, pure black dress similar to religious attire could not conceal a certain aura emanating from her bones.
Slender waist and ankles.
Beautiful and delicate face and skin.
This person looks just like a student, even younger than some students.
"Fortunately, there is an eye mask to hold it down."
Zafira commented.
"There's no problem with the temperament."
He's right.
Xia Yibing narrowed her eyes slightly.
Hitzfeld...Her eye mask suppressed all that childishness.
It makes people subconsciously ignore her appearance and age and return to the original issue.
That is, how she was going to act as the agent for today's class.
"My name is Aisun Hitzfeld, and I'm Dean Ferdinand's new assistant coach."
"Dean Ferdinand is busy today, so I will temporarily teach this course."
Hitzfeld stood in front of the podium and used the loudspeakers above to spread his voice throughout the auditorium.
Then she paused.
Many students were confused, until Grace started clapping first, and then the others hurriedly followed suit.
Hua Hua——
Applause resounded throughout the auditorium, and Xia Yibing followed suit, unable to stop smiling.
cunning.
But it does suit her temperament.
Call ~
Hitzfeld breathed a sigh of relief.
Yes, that was her little trick.
As a stranger, a new face, when facing such an occasion, the first step is to establish an impression in the minds of others.
Impressions of the lecturer.
The deliberate pause was a hint for applause. She was taking a gamble - she was taking a gamble that the principal and professors like Grace wouldn't expect to see her mess up, and that as long as they started clapping, others would follow suit.
In this way, she temporarily controlled the aura. No matter how many people looked down on her before, now, at this moment, they would only regard her as a lecturer.
"Thanks……"
He bowed in response to the applause, and when the noise died down, Hitzfeld glanced at the students.
"Who is the student representative for this class?"
There was a moment of silence.
"Yes... it's me."
A hand was raised tremblingly.
is her?
Hitzfeld raised an eyebrow and realized that the person who raised her hand was the girl with glasses she bumped into last week.
"Your name is... Aglaia, right?"
"Yes, Professor."
"Please remember to collect the homework at the end of the class."
"No problem, Professor!"
"Then let's get back to the class itself." Hitzfeld nodded, stretched out his right hand, and imitated Ferdinand's previous actions, pressing his fingers on his temple and pulling them.
"boom!"
She placed a parchment manuscript on the table.
"Before continuing with the last lesson."
She turned around, picked up a fluorescent carbon stick as thick as a stick, and wrote a line of letters on the blackboard.
[My name is Aisun Hitzfeld.]
This is undoubtedly a modern way of writing.
"You have all studied with Dean Ferdinand for a long time." She said sideways, "Does anyone know how to translate this sentence into ancient Sarai?"
The girl with glasses immediately raised her hand.
"Aglaia, go ahead."
“删除第一段第5、第7、第9个、第11个字母，删除第二段第3、第4、第5、第12个字母，并且将连接词全部删除。”
"Very good." Hitzfeld nodded, raised his hand and waved it, and the characters on the blackboard immediately began to be deleted as the girl with glasses said.
