Full-Time Magister: Summoning Eight Demons at the Start

If the victim's single-element talent is a perfect score of 100, then each of his elements has reached at least 95 points, which can be called a half-step victim talent.

Because of his exceptional talent, Dean Xiao felt that he might not even know how to teach students.

The magic he sees is different from the magic that ordinary people see!

To put it more vividly, when taking a test, most people slowly read the questions, understand their meaning, find the key points, analyze them gradually, choose a solution, and arrive at the answer step by step.

Geniuses, on the other hand, can see the key points of a problem at a glance, skip some steps, and get the answer faster.

A top genius like him can simply glance at something and write down the answer!

When Dean Xiao described it this way, he thought it was a bit exaggerated. After all, he hadn't felt this difference when he taught Ye Xinxia before, and there hadn't been any communication breakdowns when he taught Ding Yumin recently.

Both girls could understand what he meant.

But today, the teaching of the three white magic systems—plants, mind, and healing—which have relatively few participants, made him feel an indescribable sense of powerlessness for the first time!

How could he describe the fact that one plus one equals two in a more detailed and simpler way?

Or rather, can this even be explained?

"Teacher Lü, why is this...?"

"..."

"Don't ask me why anymore." Lü Cheng took a deep breath.

"I'm a practical combat instructor, here to teach you how to fight! Ask your own teachers about cultivation!"

Impressed!

He felt like he had entered a kindergarten!

No matter how simple the question is, someone will ask it!

"Oh……"

Seeing that Lü Cheng seemed to be about to lose his temper, the few gentle girls walked away timidly.

They really don't understand...

"Why do I feel like he doesn't understand our questions?" Ai Tutu said with a strange expression.

The questions those girls asked were perfectly normal, weren't they?

But why does Lü Cheng look so confused?

“Hmm… he probably really doesn’t understand,” Mu Nujiao said.

"Why?" Ai Tutu asked, puzzled.

“I can understand those questions.”

Mu Nujiao paused for a moment, then said, "Because he may never have encountered these problems before."

"Huh?" Ai Tutu was taken aback.

"What do you mean?"

"This..." Mu Nujiao really didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

"Simply put, it's like an 800-meter race. Normally, we need to consider where to accelerate, where to decelerate, and where to adjust our breathing. Only by figuring these things out and setting up a plan, and running according to that plan, can we achieve stable results. Then, based on each practice session, we can gradually improve the plan and increase our performance."

"But he doesn't need these things at all."

"Because he can run the entire course at full speed and effortlessly!"

"He could even run a few more laps!"

Ai Tutu looked completely bewildered.

"To put it more bluntly, this is the difference in talent!" Mu Nujiao said helplessly.

The gap in natural talent is truly brutal!

There's nothing we can do about it.

An absolute gap in talent cannot be bridged by any amount of effort. What mediocre people may take decades to understand, a true genius can see at a glance.

A difficult problem? People don't even know what a difficult problem is.

Actually, everyone here had already vaguely guessed the truth, but they just couldn't accept it for the time being, which is why they kept asking.

After all, those who can get into prestigious universities are all top geniuses who have fought their way out of their hometowns. However, when they are full of confidence and think they can make great strides in the new world, they suddenly find themselves becoming the "mediocre" people they once saw.

This kind of blow is very hurtful.

Even if it's just about piling up resources, it has to be something that can actually be moved!

The advantage of aristocratic families is that when they encounter difficulties in cultivation, they can quickly break through the bottleneck by relying on superior resources.

Moreover, this kind of resource assistance only increases the probability of success, not that success is guaranteed.

But does Lü Cheng... know what a bottleneck is?

……

Principal's office.

Dean Xiao looked at Lü Cheng with a pained expression, "I asked you to try your hand at the Qing Campus, and you ended up making all those students depressed?"

"Do you know how many teachers have come to me to complain about you lately?"

Of the 5,000 students in this year's Qingdao campus, Lü Cheng taught them for less than a month, which caused no fewer than 3,000 of them to become depressed!

The teachers at the Qingdao campus were almost in tears!

"I don't know either," Lü Cheng shrugged.

“When I was practicing, I never communicated with anyone except my teacher.”

When he was in Bocheng, Tang Yue was always his teacher from the very beginning. He never paid attention to the situation of his classmates and had no idea what problems they might encounter.

"You..." Dean Xiao was speechless for a moment.

The original idea was to find a real genius to give these self-important students a rude awakening, which would motivate them to strive for excellence and not be complacent.

However, once Lü Cheng made his move, all that was left was to strike!

Compared to this kid, all those so-called geniuses seem like ordinary people!

"You should suspend your classes for now," Dean Xiao said, covering his face.

"Let me think about it and I'll arrange a safe way for you to attend the class."

If Lü Cheng continues to cause trouble like this, this year's freshmen will probably all become depressed!

"How about I go directly to the main campus?" Lu Cheng suggested.

"Surely the people on the main campus aren't that fragile?"

“Main campus…no!” Dean Xiao’s expression froze.

"You better behave yourself and stay at the Qing Campus for the time being."

Appropriate criticism can motivate young people, but excessive criticism can have a completely different effect!

Chapter 60 The True Colors of a Man

60.

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"Suspended from duty?"

Qingtian Hunting House.

Lingling looked at Lü Cheng with a strange expression, "What did you do?"

This was the first time she had ever heard of a specially appointed teacher being suspended from their post.

Don't these people all resign by their own request?

"I only taught a few classes normally, and then the teachers at the Qing campus jointly wrote a letter to report me," Lü Cheng shrugged.

"They say my courses have put a lot of psychological pressure on the students, and many students have even considered dropping out. If I continue to teach, Mingzhu may not be able to continue operating."

Lingling's eye twitched slightly. "It seems you really aren't suited to be a teacher."

"I'd better just stick to being a hunter."

“No.” Lü Cheng picked up Lingling in one swift motion.

"I'm too delicate to do those rough jobs."

"Just be the boss and collect the money."

He's not short of money; when he needs money, he can just ask the Holy Lord for some treasure to sell.

His purpose in coming to Pearl Academy was, firstly, to find some guinea pigs to practice his mind magic; secondly, to mingle in the Three-Step Tower and upgrade these spells to a higher level as soon as possible; and finally, to build a relationship with Dean Xiao.

The students of Qingyuan are too fragile; he cannot act recklessly because his mind magic has a chronic damage effect. After all, it involves forcibly invading and manipulating the mind, a process that not only involves the mental level but also affects the body's various hormone secretion and regulation.

A novice mage's body can't withstand his abuse; at least an intermediate mage would be needed, and it can't go on for too long, or he'll ruin the person.