Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

Normally, introductory classes on spell learning would first demonstrate a few small tricks to arouse students' interest, and then use the most basic tricks to introduce the surface principles of spells.

That is what magic and elements are roughly.

Why "probably"? Because the definitions learned during the apprenticeship period will be negated in the learning after being promoted to a mage.

The simplified definitions of the Enlightenment period all have great limitations.

Everything is compromised to facilitate entry and make it both educational and entertaining.

This is the teaching procedure adopted by most wizard schools today, proposed by magic educator Lowry.

It has indeed lowered the threshold for apprentices to get started and greatly improved teaching efficiency.

As for Fulin, she was clearly not normal.

What is the oscillation principle of basic elements?

That is a course offered by the Repin Academy to mages aged 22 to 26.

In other words, a master's class.

Not all mages need to learn this. Mages who study practical combat do not take this course. Only those who do theory and experiments will learn this.

Usually, the prominent features of this kind of purely theoretical stuff are that the concepts are abstract and difficult to understand.

It's really hard to understand.

For example, Drogo, who was listening, was almost asleep.

He found that this thing was more effective than sleeping spell, which had almost no effect on him.

The contents of this heavenly book are truly harmful and can directly strike at the soul.

Drogo was currently just holding on, his head sinking at a rate of twelve times a minute, and then he pulled it back up with his tenacious willpower.

It's too hard to bear.

Anyone who can listen to this without feeling sleepy is a god.

Drogo glanced around the classroom. Well, there were sixteen gods in front of him now.

Unlike Drogo, who found every minute extremely painful, every child in the classroom listened attentively and took notes quickly.

The blackboard was covered with dense elemental imprints, inscriptions, and magic symbols, which were stacked together to form a complex and mysterious pattern.

Most of those present here are children from ordinary families. Their family conditions are not bad, but they are definitely not rich.

They have no spellcasting ability, and if it weren't for the junior class opened by Drogo, they would not have the opportunity to listen to lessons from a legendary wizard.

So they cherish the opportunity to learn.

Fulin spoke rapidly, her hair tied into a ponytail, which swayed gently as she swayed her body.

Drogo knew that she was in high spirits while lecturing.

Interests are a very strange thing. There are people who like everything.

Fulin loves being a teacher.

Students paying attention in class is a strong positive feedback for her.

Her love for teaching is so exaggerated that when she and Drogo played the game of Magical Magic, which refers to the teacher-student role-playing play, she was really devoted to the class.

And strictly stop the bad student Zhuogo from doing things that break the classroom rules.

Therefore, for Fulin at the podium, she was experiencing the best teaching experience in her life.

She had never taught so many students at once who could follow her ideas, and it felt wonderful.

And they also actively answered the teacher's questions.

I like active students the most.

The mages at the Repin Academy always looked lifeless during class, regardless of whether they could understand what was being said or not.

Students' level of activity in class has historically been inversely proportional to their age.

By asking questions, Fulin was also surprised to find that these children had a very high level of understanding.

Not only did I write down the theories she talked about, but I was also able to quickly do a small classroom test based on the theories.

I really hope this class can continue...

Finally, when Drogo made the eighth crazy hint and was almost about to interrupt directly, Fulynn reluctantly announced the end of the get out of class.

"That's all for today. get out of class dismissed."

"goodbye teacher."

The children stood up, saluted to Fulin, then began to pack their things, put on their backpacks, and rushed out of the classroom happily.

Only then can you see that most of them are children around ten years old.

Fulin said goodbye to the children one by one with a smile.

He is so outstanding. Not only is he smart and studious, but he also respects his teachers.

Once all the students had left, Drogo came up to her.

"You know, most students hate it when teachers keep them late, and you..."

Drogo looked at the clock in the classroom.

"It almost drags out an entire class, which isn't that long. It will take a little longer before the cafeteria runs out of dinner for them."

Fulin was already used to Drogo's teasing and didn't take it seriously at all.

Ancient dragons are not afraid of boiling water.

"It's all your fault. You didn't tell me in advance. If I had prepared the lesson well, I wouldn't have talked about whatever came to my mind. In the end, the class was delayed for so long. It's all your fault!"

"How can it be considered a surprise if I tell you in advance? How about this gift? Do you like it? A group of students who are a perfect match for your teaching philosophy."

"like very much."

Speaking of this, Fulin was very happy at first. This could be said to be one of the best gifts she had ever received in her long life.

She was happier than receiving expensive jewelry or magic props. As a dragon, although she liked money, she didn't like it as much as Drogo.

But then his expression turned a little worried.

"But these children don't have the talent for spellcasting, right?"

Of course, Fulin could see that this group of students had no ability to perceive magic and were destined to never become wizards.

Drogo shook his head and answered, "Yes, they can't cast spells. It's impossible for a child who can cast spells and has amazing talent to come to our remote place. El has been wanting a successor for hundreds of years."

Saint-El taught countless students throughout his life, but they could only be considered students and could not inherit his mantle.

As he aged, he became a little impatient.

Whenever there was a rumor about a magical genius, he would rush over to take a look.

Fulin hesitated and said, "But this is the case..."

She was a little worried that Drogo had brought these children here just to amuse her and make them learn knowledge that they would never be able to use in their entire lives.

Although it is indeed great to have such a student, Fulin does not want to delay others because of her hobby.

In her opinion, with their talents, they can achieve good results if they go to a science-oriented school.

"But what's the problem?" Drogo asked.

"what?"

"You're worried that it's useless for them to learn these things, and that they might be delayed by magic for the rest of their lives."

Fulin nodded.

"Have you ever wondered why only wizards can do magic-related work?"

"Because all along..."

Fulin was about to blurt out something, but suddenly she felt that this was not a good reason.

No one has ever believed that the Ancient Red Dragon could make a living by selling toys.

"As long as they can learn it, it's worth teaching them. This knowledge is certainly useful, just like the popularization classes for magic knowledge offered to adults in the city now. It has greatly improved their efficiency in operating magic equipment, hasn't it?"

Fulin knew about this.

In the construction site of Waterdeep, there are many workers who seem to have nothing to do with magic. They wear coarse work clothes, their bodies are covered with dust, and they hold a small notebook in their hands, which contains spell terms and some basic runes.

These people studied very hard, and even borrowed the lighting at the construction site to study for a while before leaving. "That's not quite the same, they just wanted to be able to use the tools more conveniently."

What we taught in class today goes far beyond the scope of tool use.

"Same," Drogo answered firmly. "Magic itself is a tool, just a little more complicated to use. But you don't need to actually use it to understand its principles. I believe that the contribution these children will make to magic research in the future will not be less than that of the best wizards. Magic will eventually change from a tool for wizards to a tool for the masses."

Flynn blinked.

She suddenly realized that the future described by Drogo had already been partially realized.

The magic that was once high and mighty is now used to make toys, magic cameras, and the Internet, and has entered thousands of households.

"Besides, the junior class is free of tuition and provides food and accommodation. These children must produce results, otherwise my money will be wasted."

As soon as these words were spoken, Drogo instantly transformed from an ambitious red dragon into a mercenary business dragon.

But for Fulin, the latter sentence is much more credible than the previous one about value.

"Then I have to teach them well, so that you don't lose that little bit of money."

"What do you mean by that point? That's..."

Flynn and Drogo returned home under the starlight, and on the way Drogo kept talking about how "huge" a sum of money the junior class would cost.

Fulin agreed in a disjointed manner.

Only then did I realize that I had talked too much in class and was a little tired.

The so-called large amount of funds of Zhuogo is certainly nothing compared to his financial resources, but the conditions he provides for the junior class are indeed very good.

Every meal is guaranteed to have a proper nutritional balance and you can eat as much as you want.

He remembered reading a study that proved that intellectual development is closely related to nutritional conditions.

Some things cannot be solved by hard work.

Perhaps there are many scholars who could have possessed outstanding talents, but because they were born into poor families, suffered from malnutrition since childhood, and failed to keep up with their development, they eventually became adults with mediocre talents.

Drogo wanted to avoid this as much as possible.

So there is Zhuogo’s loving, nutritious breakfast, lunch and dinner, which are provided to poor students and students in junior classes.

There are public welfare institutions and naturally there are also profit-making institutions. There are even schools in Deepwater City that charge tuition fees.

It corresponds to high school and college stages.

The tuition fee is not cheap, but Drogo "thoughtfully" provided a student loan.

If graduates find a decent job, they should be able to pay off the debt in ten to twenty years.

It is a loan that is a little bit subtle, somewhere between conscience and immorality.

But it has received a lot of praise on the Internet.

It's all set off by peers.

In most other schools in the mainland, poor students don’t even have the opportunity to take out loans to go to school.

The high tuition fees should be matched by the quality of teaching.

The school has a luxurious faculty and absolutely leading teaching facilities.

The requirements for teachers in ordinary schools are not as high as those in junior classes, so it is easier to recruit them.

Although the entire campus has not been completed, the first batch of enrollment has already begun.

This may be the first school to advertise its enrollment on the Internet and on Moz.

Most of those who come to take the entrance examination are from less affluent families.

The student loan, which has a slightly "trap" nature, is still very attractive to ordinary people in this context.

Many students who do not have the financial resources to attend more prestigious schools, but are unwilling to lose the possibility of further education, come to Waterdeep.

For this purpose, Zhuo Ge specially asked the railway company to add a special train for candidates.

The station has been filled with young people in simple clothes in recent days.

This made the boy, who was wearing a suit made of expensive fabrics, an exquisite chain watch and followed by a servant, particularly eye-catching.

"Master Craig, do you really have to come to a place like this to study?" asked the servant, carrying a heavy suitcase.

He didn't like this city very much. He heard that there were many demons here.

Although everyone says that the devil is not that scary now, he is still a little worried.

"Of course, that was Mr. Benz's suggestion," Craig replied.

Ever since Benz demonstrated some mechanics knowledge in front of Craig, he has become the young man's new idol.

Let Craig feel the magic of science.

Master Craig, who had been living for fun for more than ten years, found his life goal for the first time.

He wants to be a scientist!
"But Mr. Benz's suggestion is that you study hard and then go to Waterdeep for further studies in the future, rather than coming to Waterdeep right from the start."

"Studying doesn't matter where you are. I'm just trying to get closer to the Shenzhen Research Institute as soon as possible."

Craig, like the other candidates at the station, also came for Waterdeep Middle School.

He can't take the college entrance exam yet.

In order to successfully enter middle school, he underwent special training for several months.

During this period of time, I was frantically catching up on science knowledge.

Craig had never worked so hard in his life over the past decade as he had in the past few months.

He was so diligent that even his family members were shocked.

But the person concerned didn't feel tired at all. He just felt that he lived a fulfilling life every day.

A master and a servant got on the bus.

It's another new thing.

Less than an hour after entering the city, Craig discovered that Waterdeep was different from all the cities he had traveled to.

There's new stuff everywhere.

For example, this one is called the Bus. For one copper coin, you can have this huge car take you around the city.

There are public horse-drawn carriages in the Twin Towers City, but they can only carry one-fifth of the number of people as buses, and the ticket price is more expensive.

"Why do you think everyone in the car is looking at me?" Craig asked in a low voice.

"Am I not sociable enough?"

Since deciding to go to school, Craig has been learning about freshman admissions online.

Many people mentioned that it is important to fit in at school.

He remembered.

So put on the simplest clothes in the house and take civilian transportation.

"Very sociable," the attendant replied perfunctorily.

"I thought they had figured out my identity."

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

"I feel so too."

It was Craig's first time being with so many adult civilians, and he was still a little nervous.

He stroked the ring on his finger. On the twenty-carat ruby, the Craig family crest shone brightly...

The two arrived at the hotel, put their luggage away, rested for a day, and rushed to the examination venue early the next day.

Deep Water City has a simple division of subjects at the high school level.

The department that Craig applied for required him to take four subjects: common language, mathematics, physics, and physical experiment.

The examination room is set up in the attached primary school.

There is no way, other schools are still construction sites.

Craig took a deep breath and entered the examination room.

"You can do it. You are Master Craig. You will definitely pass the exam." He encouraged himself. (End of this chapter)