Hank was overjoyed, and immediately led Frederick to sign the contract.Frederick didn’t even need to mention the materialistic terms. Hank took the initiative to satisfy all his needs.These included a private villa in the outskirts of the Imperial Capital, a Maybach S680, and an Imperial Capital residence permit.Frederick accepted the terms. It would all go to Lukas, anyway.Besides, his current identity had a residency in a foreign country. Disguising himself as Lukas gave him a residence permit in the Imperial Capital. This allowed him to do things in a more convenient way.After Frederick turned down Hank's suggestion for a banquet, he and Stephano strolled through the campus."Dr. Faux, you… You shouldn't have made that bet with Mr. Curt." Stephano had something on his mind."What's the matter? Do you not have faith in me?" Frederick glanced at him."Uhh…" Stephano felt a little embarrassed.The truth was, being a good researcher didn’t necessarily equate to being a goo
The reason they didn't want Frederick to become Class C's homeroom teacher wasn’t because they were afraid he’d win the bet, but because they feared for his safety.Meanwhile, news of the new Director of Education and Research at Number Twelve Institution caused an uproar on campus.“This is ridiculous! Miles has done a great job for years, and they simply replaced him like that?”“They brought in a lad who knows nothing about academics!”“They’re getting rid of someone once they have served their purpose?” Three senior professors gathered in an office, slamming their desks in frustration.“Let’s go! We need to confront this young punk!”Then, the three of them stormed toward the Director of Education and Research's office.Frederick had already moved into his new office, and was reviewing the school’s academic progress. It truly lived up to its reputation as the top high school in the country.The students had already learned the whole high school syllabus in their freshman
"I... I could only answer the first question! Patrick, how many could you answer?" whispered a middle-aged teacher wearing gold-rimmed glasses to his colleague."Owen, what do you think if you could only answer one? I couldn’t answer any of them!" Patrick replied with a bitter smile.Owen Simpson was one of the top ten outstanding teachers in Drakonia this year, and the only chemistry professor among them. In a sense, he was considered the best chemistry teacher in Drakonia."Hopefully, that kid knows when to back out. The waters in Number Twelve Institution run too deep for someone like him," Owen said disdainfully."Is this your level as the school’s Head of Chemical Studies?" Frederick asked, smirking confidently after hearing the questions.The crowd was enraged at his arrogance. "He’s still being stubborn, huh?""What else can he do besides being stubborn? Go ahead and answer the questions if you think you’re that smart!""Exactly! I bet you can’t even answer one!"Every
Frederick smiled faintly while he cleared what was on the blackboard. Then, he immediately wrote down ten new questions."It’s not just for Professor Cadwell. If anyone here can solve even one of these questions, I’ll resign as Director of Education and Research instantly!" Frederick declared confidently as he placed the chalk down.Immediately, the chemistry teachers present were enraged. They were the best chemistry teachers in the country, but this young lad was looking down upon them. They gathered around the blackboard, confident they could easily tackle the questions.But soon, their expressions turned blank. The questions were within the high school chemistry syllabus, but they were completely stumped!Time ticked by.Finally, Owen broke the silence. "We lost." He sounded disheartened as he turned and walked away."Let me try!" Tom, the Head of Language Studies, snorted and stepped forward. He quickly recited the ten questions he had prepared. Without hesitation, Fre
Hank had assigned Frederick to Class 17, the only Class C in the senior year.As soon as Frederick entered the hallway, he was greeted by a loud commotion.It was class time now, and he approached Class 17 with a frown. The windows were completely covered with black paper, making it impossible to see inside.He tried to turn the doorknob, but it wouldn’t budge.Then, he knocked on the door.The noise inside continued, and no one came to open the door for a long time.With one kick, Frederick forced the door open.Even someone as used to chaotic situations as he couldn’t help but be momentarily stunned by what the scene before him.A teacher, dressed in a suit, was tied to a chair with tape wrapped around him. His clothes were tattered. One student was standing on the podium, holding a water bottle as he poured water over the teacher’s head. Another student had a whip in his hand and was whipping the teacher.The floor was littered with torn-up books.Several pairs of students
Frederick raised an eyebrow. "Anyone else want to join the game?" he asked.One by one, the students stood up. Frederick turned around as the game started."Green light… Red light!"When he turned back, all the students were frozen in place. The boy was already holding the gun in one hand and the magazine in another. Frederick glanced at him without saying anything."Green light… Red light!"When he turned around again, the magazine was already loaded into the gun, though the safety was still on."Green light… Red light!"This time, the boy flipped off the safety and placed his finger on the trigger."Green light… Red light!"Frederick turned back to face them. All the students looked at him with mocking grins, waiting for what would happen next. The boy pointed the gun at Frederick’s heart. “Bang!” he exclaimed with a smirk, and pulled the trigger.The bullet shot straight for Frederick’s heart. He remained still, as if paralyzed by fear.Laughter filled the room
"Professor Faux, what…what did you do to them?" Hank stared at Frederick in disbelief."Nothing much. I just had a friendly chat with them. They've now deeply realized their mistakes and decided to turn over a new leaf," Frederick said with a warm smile, though to the students in Class 17, it was more like the grin of a demon."Professor Faux..." Hank’s expression was complicated. He knew these students all too well. If a simple conversation could’ve fixed them, they wouldn’t have turned into the nightmares they are now. Given the screams that had come from the classroom earlier, Hank was certain Frederick had used some method to deal with them."Professor Faux, most of the students at Number Twelve Institution are...rather special," Hank said, hinting at the students' powerful family backgrounds."As teachers, sometimes, we need to see the bigger picture instead of focusing on teaching," Hank said, patting Frederick on the shoulder. He had no intention of investigating what Fr
The students were taken aback, wondering if Frederick had cast some sort of spell on Hank. Why would Hank be willing to go up against their influential families for the sake of one teacher?They all shot a helpless look at the handsome boy, Cohen Arnold.If Frederick remained their homeroom teacher, how could they continue running wild in school? If they weren’t careful, their hands and feet might get dislocated by him again.He was like a thug or demon instead of a teacher. At this moment, all the nicknames others had given to them in the school seemed to apply perfectly to Frederick."No matter what your relationship with Hank is, as long as I want you out of this school, you’ll be gone!"Cohen, however, seemed unconcerned. He dialed another number."Uncle Jeremy, it’s Cohen."Cohen placed his phone on the desk, and put it on speaker."Cohen! What a surprise! You haven’t called me in years," a cheerful and slightly sycophantic voice came through the phone."Uncle Jeremy, y