Qiutian gripped the already disconnected phone in his hand, stunned for a while, unable to react.
He had always been treated with great courtesy among the parents of the students, no one had ever spoken to him with such discourtesy, let alone rudely hanging up on him first.
But before he could muster enough anger, the next call from the dean had already arrived.
On his desk, another ornate landline phone began to ring-ding.
It was the dean’s office private line.
Qiutian might be sharp-tongued with others, but his deanor softened a great deal when facing the dean.
Not only because the dean was the one who had promoted him, without the dean, he’s likely still be a small, insignificant, down-and-out teacher.
There were also recent hints that the dean was considering stepping down, and among several strong candidates for deputy dean, he was the one most valued by the dean and also the most likely to be elected as the next dean.
Contrary to Qiutian’s aggressive attitude, the current dean of the Sports Academy was a mild-mannered good old man, who not only among the Nobles but also in the mouths of the common people of Xingyao City, had a good reputation.
This ant that his laissez-faire approach pleased everyone, Nobles or commoners, or anyone else, as long as they didn’t cross his bottom line, he happily muddied the waters.
Teacher Qiu Tian was greatly dissatisfied with just this alone.
He had once imagined that if it were him, he would never let this situation continue.
The contradiction between the two classes had beco more apparent today, people outside Xingyao City were starving to the point of gnawing on bark, and this serious situation was quickly extending into Xingyao City itself.
While the majority of the power was held by the Nobles class, still lost in past glories, inextricable, beyond redemption.
He felt that he should take responsibility for making so changes.
"Qiutian, co to my office now."
The dean’s tone was much more serious than usual, reminding him of the dean’s younger days when he was a resolute, forceful personality. But as he aged, his nature beca gentler, and even if soone said sothing offensive to him, he’d just laugh it off.
Sports Academy, Dean’s Office
A fully grey-haired old man frowned as he looked at a docunt on the desk.
But from his expression, not a single page of the docunt had turned in the past few minutes, clearly his mind wasn’t on it, having drifted off to who knows where.
"Knock knock knock...."
The door was knocked, Teacher Qiu Tian was already there.
The dean snapped back to reality, didn’t summon his usual smile; instead, he spoke with a faint tone, "You’re here... have a seat first."
Qiutian’s heart skipped a beat, being a man with a keen mind, most adept at reading people. Seeing the dean’s deanor, how could he not realize the dean was expressing discontent towards him?
But Qiutian couldn’t figure out what he had done wrong to rit such treatnt from the dean.
In the past, even if he had been sowhat extre, the dean would’ve just pointed it out gently and moved on.
The dean looked intently at Teacher Qiu Tian for a good while before speaking, "Regarding the allocation of dorms in the academy, there are teachers to handle it. You should not interfere in these small matters."
Qiutian felt he had found the root cause of the dean’s coldness towards him.
He asked anxiously, "Is it Mrs. Su... she’s just a small-ti rchant, not even a Noble, how dare she..."
Before he could finish, the dean interrupted him, "This has nothing to do with Mrs. Su."
The dean changed the topic, "Lately, many responsibilities have been falling on you, and I’ve given it so thought. I feel this is unfair to you... when you go back, share so of the work with the other deputy deans, so the load won’t be so heavy on you."
At these words, Qiutian’s heart tightened, his fingernails involuntarily digging into his flesh.
He wanted to ask why, but the dean ignored his expression, waved his hand tiredly, "You can go back for now."
Qiutian didn’t want to give up the tasks in his hands.
It ant that the power he held was being divided.
All these issues that had been gradually transferred to him were also representing the slow transition of the dean’s powers, but now...
Filled with bitterness, Qiutian, for all his intelligence, couldn’t understand what the dean was trying to do.
Was there anyone else in the academy, apart from him, smarter, wiser, more competent for the dean’s position?
After he left, the dean massaged his temples, feeling that his behavior in the past had been too hasty, too impulsive.
He had only seen Teacher Qiu Tian’s capabilities, not the size of his vision.
Still an upstart Noble, it turns out that his bigger-picture ntality and perspective were clearly limited.
Previously, there was no better choice, but now... he might stay in his position for a few more years.
The dean sat lost in thought for a while before dialing another number, "Madam Su, I will take good care of your noble grandson, and what you ntioned..."
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Back in his office, Qiutian, who had yet to catch his breath, found that in addition to himself, the other three deputy deans of the academy had already gathered there.
Even if he was unwilling, he still had to divide the power that was within his grasp.
At the sa ti, Turand, lounging lazily on Luo Luxi’s comfortable mattress, also received a visit from a stern logistics teacher.
All of Luo Luxi’s belongings had been moved to a separate bedroom, and Turand’s na had also been posted on the academy’s bulletin board.
Turand had the dubious honor of becoming a student who, without even starting official classes yet, obtained a derit for talking back to a teacher.
Before Luo Luxi had the chance to go back and find Teacher Qiu Tian, he was led by another gentle deputy dean to the new bedroom that had been arranged for him.
The room’s decor was entirely to his taste, clearly, the person who arranged it had been thoughtful.
"Thank you, teacher..."
"Don’t ntion it, all this was prepared by your grandmother for you."
Luo Luxi’s heart was comfortingly warm, montarily at a loss for words, lost in a different kind of emotion, unaware of when the teacher had left.
Without a roommate of mismatched personality crowding him, Luo Luxi’s mood was consistently good.
Even though at first he had also been looked down upon by other little groups in his class.
But after a few exchanges, they might not be particularly cordial with him, but at least they weren’t at loggerheads.
In contrast to Luo Luxi’s smooth academic life, Turand’s experiences seed to be much more challenging.
In essence, Turand was a bear child who owed in all aspects: hands, feet, and mouth.
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