Chương 140: This teacher is too charming

The first lesson Richard taught was none other than a Requiem.

This was not because he was eager to fulfill his promise to Principal Bernd, but for two other reasons.

Firstly, he had previously inquired with Bernd's secretary and learned that the Robin School had five grades, and the students who came to his first lesson were in the fourth and fifth grades, whose strength was generally close to the middle level (around level 4 or 5).

As expected of a robin; even an ungraduated student has this level of skill.

Richard felt he wasn't qualified to teach poets of this caliber things like rhythm, so he figured it was better to start with the second-tier spell Requiem, which the students could learn and find interesting.

Secondly, although the Requiem was also given to him by the system, it wasn't directly implanted into his brain. Instead, he learned it little by little in his dream with the help of the white-clad elf sister, using the teaching card.

In some ways, it's almost like being personally taught by a deity.

Therefore, he was very familiar with every detail of this magical melody.

It can be used by oneself and explained to others in detail.

If he's too lazy to explain himself, he can simply quote the elf sister's original words—the latter being a product of the system, undoubtedly a masterpiece.

With experience and templates, it is very suitable for novice teachers to use as their first lesson in many ways.

In summary.

At this moment, Richard was giving a very eloquent explanation of the Requiem.

The students below were completely absorbed, as if listening to the words of creation, forgetting all the farcical scene that had just occurred.

Before we knew it, more than an hour had passed.

The students were finally jolted awake from Richard's narration by the ringing of the school bells.

Although such a short time was not enough for them to learn the Requiem directly, they still felt that they had benefited greatly and their understanding of the poet's profession had been greatly enhanced.

The boys, especially the aristocratic youths, were now completely convinced of Richard's abilities.

They were not only impressed by Richard's strength, but also by his teaching skills—after all, few people would dislike someone who can make them stronger.

As for the girls who already admired Richard's charm—

"He's absolutely perfect!"

"I'm going to memorize this lesson and relive it in my dreams tonight!"

"Teacher, um, could you wait a minute? I... I have a few questions—" I am sorry.

My grandfather's water broke and he's about to give birth, so he doesn't have time to answer your questions.

Poets are similar in nature, regardless of gender.

Seeing that the young female poets were about to swarm in, using questions as an excuse to do something inappropriate, Richard quickly waved his hand and slipped out of the classroom.

After navigating the winding corridor, I turned around and discovered that there was still a figure following behind me.

"Young man, you—oh, so you are His Highness."

Richard recognized the person as Sylvia and smiled as he bowed.

Sylvia lifted her skirt, curtsied in return, and asked, "Teacher, do you know me?"

Richard nodded.

"Yes, Isabella often mentions you to me."

That's right.

This teacher is the only peer who has been able to invite my sister to dance in recent years.

Sylvia paused slightly upon realizing this.

Richard then asked, "May I ask what business Your Highness has with me?"

"Don't call me Your Highness. Just call me Sylvia, like you would call your older sister."

Sylvia waved her hand, then seemed a little speechless.

Because she didn't actually have anything special to ask Richard, she was simply impressed by Richard's performance in class and wanted to savor it a little longer. Plus, she was quick enough to catch up with him, which made her seem particularly persistent.

Sigh, it's true, I used to laugh at Rachel, but I never thought I'd end up like her.

No, I can't be like Rachel!

Sylvia clenched her fist, silently urging herself on, then gracefully bowed slightly to Richard and said, "Teacher, I've come to apologize to you."

"Apologize?"

"Yes, as soon as I entered the classroom, I saw those people setting up traps. I should have stopped them, but I didn't. I... I disobeyed the royal family's teachings and tarnished the family's honor—" Although it was an excuse she came up with on the spot, as she spoke, Sylvia genuinely felt ashamed.

Richard smiled and shrugged.

"It's true that you shouldn't have done that, but since you weren't the one who made the mistake, I forgive you."

"And it's a good thing you didn't stop them, otherwise those people would definitely be dissatisfied and would try to test us later. If that were the case, it would have been better to resolve everything in the first class."

Hmm, is it possible to think about it that way?

As expected of a teacher, you see further!

Sylvia blinked, and then praised Richard sincerely again.

Richard said a few modest words, then finally said, "By the way, Sylvia, could you do me a favor?"

Sylvia replied, "Of course, what can I do for you?"

Richard said, "Actually, I'm not only a teacher, but also a student just like you. I'd like to audit some classes taught by other teachers in the school. From a student's perspective, which teacher do you think is the best?"

Huh?

Is he both a teacher and a classmate?

It sounds like we're a little closer now.

Sylvia's lips curled slightly as she pondered for a moment before giving her answer: "Purely in terms of ability, those high-level teachers are undoubtedly the most capable, but for us students, Professor Dorian Muller's explanations are more insightful and easy to understand."

Richard narrowed his eyes.

I heard a familiar name.

But thinking about it carefully, it's not surprising that it was him.

I've been at school for so long, it's time to meet him. Although I don't want to cause trouble, deliberately avoiding him would only make me seem cowardly.

"Thank you, Sylvia~" After Richard finished speaking, he turned and left the corridor.

As Sylvia watched the poet's retreating figure, she felt she understood Rachel more and more.

—Sigh, really, what are you thinking about? Calm down!

You only attended one of his classes and developed some appreciation for him, that's all!

Even if we take a step back and say that you could never beat Isabella, how could you possibly win?

The girl sighed softly and turned back to the classroom.

the other side.

Richard quickly found the classroom where Dorian was.

Although class hadn't started yet, the classroom was already full of students, especially many girls, who were chattering and asking Dorian questions, just like Richard had almost encountered not long ago.

The students were all stunned the moment Richard pushed the door open and entered.

"Is this... is this our new teacher?"

"By the gods above, he is even more charismatic than the rumors suggest—"

"Gulp (sound of swallowing saliva)."

Richard smiled slightly, and Okdorian greeted him.

Good morning, Professor Muller!

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