Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Chapter 242 Caring for Empty-Nest Old Chen
September was very excited these days. He even skipped and jumped when he walked, just like an elementary school student who couldn't sleep after knowing that he was going on an autumn outing.

The most direct consequence was that Duan Mingyuan couldn't sleep well these past few days.

This is September’s first time traveling far away.

The destination of the upcoming interstellar voyage is a planet very far away from them. In order to ensure sufficient supplies along the way, the young chef has been spending most of the past few days in the kitchen of the college cafeteria, preparing many delicious snacks.

The main ingredient is naturally chicken.

The applications submitted by Duan Mingyuan to Dean Mosong were also approved. The academy was very supportive of Duan Mingyuan's behavior and believed that space travel could be regarded as participating in an academic conference within the universe.

However, the students in the academy were somewhat unhappy.

Since the start of the "Defense Against Evil Spirits" course, Duan Mingyuan has taught them only a few times, even less than the assistant professor Chen Chou.

However, Professor Chen Chou had a bad temper and his lectures were not interesting, so he was not popular among students. What was even more unacceptable was that Duan Mingyuan wanted to take away the most popular teacher, September.

The summit lasted a total of one week, and considering the journey, I wouldn’t be able to see Duan Mingyuan and Teacher Jiu Yue for at least half a month.

In the last "Phantom Monsters" class, Jiu Yue comforted them and told them to get used to such campus life. After all, "Defense Against Evil Spirits" was the most dangerous course in the entire universe, and frequent changes of teachers were the norm. Since ancient times, no teacher had been able to teach this course for more than two semesters.

Even though the students were extremely reluctant, in the face of a major event involving the entire universe, they could only keep their protests to themselves.

According to Duan Mingyuan's observation, although Mr. Chen Chou still has a sullen face every day, he enjoys teaching very much. As a substitute teacher, every class he teaches is not perfunctory, but full of practical knowledge. He teaches almost everything he knows about the magic. If the students of the academy can listen to him, it will surely benefit them a lot in the future.

This is also the reason why students in the college generally find Chen Chou’s classes boring.

Professor Chen Chou never jokes around with others, and every second he spends in class is not wasted. In addition, the knowledge points he teaches are too profound, so if students are distracted for a while, they will no longer understand what Professor Chen Chou is saying when they come to their senses.

Before leaving, Duan Mingyuan invited Mr. Chen Chou to the library. The two had a long talk in the library, from day to night, and then to the early morning of the next day. When dawn came, the two finally finalized the teaching content for this semester.

"Mingyuan, there is something I have always felt is a little strange."

Chen Chou crossed his arms and asked unconvincedly, "Why are they happy to listen to the same thing when it comes from your mouth, but they can't listen when it comes from my mouth?"

The knowledge points he taught were similar to those taught by Duan Mingyuan, but he became the most unpopular teacher in an anonymous vote.

Chen Chou was puzzled and suspected that the students in this academy were racially discriminatory and discriminatory.

"First of all, don't call others children all the time."

Duan Mingyuan pointed out Chen Chou's problem.

He has a good temper and doesn't care about what others call him. However, Dean Mosong, who is over a hundred years old, is often called "child" by Chen Chou in public. Doesn't the old dean have any face?
Fortunately, Mosong is a kind and gentle old man like Dumbledore. If it were Grindelwald or Voldemort, they would have called Avada Kedavra to avenge Chen long ago.

"I am your elder, if I don't call you children, what should I call you?"

"It's a title in the academy."

"trouble."

Chen Chou grumbled, like any nagging, complaining old guy you know.

No wonder everyone dislikes him.

Chen Chou also knows this very well, but this is how he has always survived.

From the moment he was born in a blood sacrifice ritual, he was imprisoned in the prison. What supported him was the hatred of leaving the prison and taking revenge on the company one day.

During these hundreds of years, he had met several deans of the academy. He was like a bystander, watching them grow from vigorous young men to gray-haired men. Some of them would come to the Hell before their death, sit in front of the forbidden magic circle, and tell him about some of the things that happened outside.

Everything he knew had changed.

When Chen Chou finally got out of the prison, the world he knew had changed beyond all recognition. He had never heard of the Internet, and it was hard for him to imagine that people on the entire Blue Planet could transcend the concept of space and talk to strangers on the other side of the planet in the virtual world anytime and anywhere.

He had never seen a car with four wheels that could run on the ground, and flying in the sky was no longer a novelty for people of that era.

The mobile phone is a very magical object, far more magical than any magical weapon made by strange magic that Chen Chou knows. Just by moving your fingers, you can know everything happening on the planet.

But the company is still the same company.

After learning the concept of "universe", Chen Chou deeply understood how small they were compared to the company.

There are countless civilizations like Blue Planet in the universe, and countless people like him have been born there.

Abandoned by the rapidly developing era, and then submerged in the torrent of history, not even the name will be left behind.

After witnessing the company's flagship with his own eyes, Chen Qiu's life fell into confusion.

Having lost his goals and fighting spirit, he didn't know how to live in this strange era.

Not long ago, he heard from students in the academy about what happened in the court. Someone captured a picture of a sword tearing the sky apart. Watching the company's flagship falling from the clouds, he was so excited that he couldn't control himself for a long time. He borrowed a student's mobile phone and played the video countless times in an empty corner.

Teaching is the only thing he can do now that he has let go of his hatred.

But the effect doesn't seem to be ideal.

The students didn't like him, and the teachers in the academy kept their distance from him. Even Chen Chou didn't know why he always had to put on a sour face and speak in a sarcastic tone. Perhaps only in this way could he make people feel somewhat familiar.

At least he is still the same as before, and has not been optimized by this rapidly changing era.

Duan Mingyuan, who had not slept all night, ordered a cup of coffee and, out of politeness, also ordered one for Chen Chou.

"I heard that you are here to deal with the company."

After a long silence, Chen Chou said.

The students at the college have been talking about this recently, but they were using terms he couldn't understand.

What is the Sixteen Star Summit?
What is the Flash Flag Chamber of Commerce?
In his time, these things were completely unheard of.

"I will take good care of the academy. You can go there without worry and knock down all those flying iron lumps from the sky."

It was obvious that Chen Chou misunderstood the purpose of their trip.

But Duan Mingyuan did not intend to refute. He thought for a moment and said, "By the way, when I met Dean Mo Song today, he mentioned you."

"What did he say?"

"He said that the content of your lectures has been widely recognized, and being a substitute teacher or teaching assistant is a bit of a waste of your talents. He thinks you should become a full-time teacher, or open your own course in the college."

"He really said that?"

A glimmer of light appeared in Chen Chou's eyes, which looked like an empty-nest elderly man.

"real."

"I said there must be no problem with the content of my lectures!"

He perked up, "If this trend continues, by the time you come back, your students might have already switched to being my disciples!"

(End of this chapter)