Days passed, and Lyr’s life at the Academy was relatively calm.
Aside from the day Tif intentionally told someone not to wake him, causing him to almost miss class, everything else went according to schedule.
Upon arriving at the Academy, it was either teaching classes or preparing for them, and the rest of the time was spent sitting in the office, staring out the window.
This lifestyle was neither good nor bad.
Just as Tif said, as a fool full of energy who did not know how to vent it, he felt a bit restless.
During this process, what Lyr gained was a general familiarity with everyone in the Academy.
However, during this time, he could not find a trace of Lulong, and had not even seen him once.
Although Lulong was busy with ten thousand tasks, not seeing him for so long made Lyr start to wonder if something had changed outside the Royal Capital that forced him to intervene.
One day, Lyr was preparing to head to class as usual, and just as he stood up, a voice came from outside the door.
“Is Teacher Lyr here?”
Lyr looked toward the direction of the voice and found the Academy Councilor standing there, peering in his direction.
Lyr looked at the person in confusion and pointed at himself, confirming that the other person was indeed calling him.
These Academy Councilors, just like Lulong, could not be seen for days at a time; the sudden request to see him made Lyr feel strange.
Without any intention of wasting words with Lyr, the Academy Councilor took a document from his pocket and handed it to Lyr.
“There is a transfer student from the Kingdom of Zeya who will be under your care.”
“Me? Are you sure there isn’t a mistake?”
Lyr glanced at the information provided; it was a noble from the Kingdom of Zeya.
The Kingdom of Zeya and the Kingdom of Avaden maintained friendly relations and frequently communicated.
It was not a big deal for nobles from each side to study at the other’s academy.
After graduating, most of these noble scions would conduct political marriages with other noble scions here, which was also considered a way to deepen their relationship.
But the fact that it was him made it a bit strange.
“No mistake, you are the one in charge.”
Lyr raised an eyebrow, feeling that it was not that simple.
After saying this, the Academy Councilor did not want to offer an explanation and turned to leave.
“By the way, could you tell me if the Academy Director is free lately?”
Since he had finally run into one of these guys, Lyr had to ask about the Academy Director, who had been nowhere to be found.
He still had many questions that only the Director could answer.
“The Academy Director has been with His Majesty recently and hasn’t returned yet.”
“I see… alright then.”
A simple sentence extinguished most of Lyr’s mood.
He even suspected that Lulong was avoiding him on purpose, rather than being truly missing.
Watching the Academy Councilor leave, Lyr carefully examined the information in his hand, feeling uneasy.
Had Lulong really just tossed him here and ignored him?
“You’ve started accepting transfer students too?” Aoyuewa walked over, leaning in to look at the material in Lyr’s hand, “Is this from the Kingdom of Zeya, too?”
“Why? Is there something wrong with that?”
“Nothing wrong, if anything, it’s quite normal.”
“But why me?” Lyr truly could not understand, “There are so many veteran teachers in the Academy; wouldn’t it be better to have them take charge?”
To be blunt, Lyr was just a greenhorn who had only just started.
What he had learned was merely the standard routine.
If one understood even a little, it was practically impossible for them to want to come to the class of a teacher like him.
Aoyuewa glanced at the office behind them and, seeing many people inside, said to Lyr, “Let’s walk and talk.”
This only confused Lyr even more, as if this were some kind of bizarre rule where others could not be allowed to know.
After walking a certain distance, Aoyuewa continued, “That’s because many veteran teachers consider many factors; usually, they try to avoid students involved in diplomacy. After all, if taught well, people will only call it the student’s own ability, but if any problems arise, you might be the one held responsible, and it could even involve the diplomatic level.”
Lyr was almost laughed to anger; how could a student’s affair be more troublesome than he imagined?
“Besides, veteran teachers have stayed in the Academy for a long time and have a certain amount of influence, so they can naturally push it off; that’s why most such students are given to new teachers.”
“So that’s the situation…”
These complex entanglements were beyond Lyr’s expectations.
When he was a student, he had simply assumed that teachers evaluated quality based solely on student grades.
He never expected that even now, he had only seen the tip of the iceberg.
“It’s fine, we are all the same as you; you are actually one of the later ones.” Aoyuewa patted Lyr on the shoulder, signaling him to relax.
“Then should I say thank you?”
According to him, the fact that it took so long for him to get a transfer student was something he should thank the Academy for?
Reaching a corner, Aoyuewa voluntarily parted ways with Lyr, leaving Lyr to head toward the classroom with the list and textbooks.
Unlike other days, Lyr could see a girl waiting for him from far away.
Like the other students, she was wearing the Academy uniform.
Her hands were slightly crossed and placed on her skirt; from time to time, she would tuck back her slightly curled brown hair so that her makeup would not be ruined.
While waiting, she occasionally stood on her tiptoes and looked left and right.
Back when he was a student at the Academy, this sight would have made many boys pause.
Noticing the person approaching, the girl immediately stopped her restless movements and stood there respectfully.
Lyr walked up to her, “Miss Nieqi?”
“Yes, Teacher.” Confirming that this was indeed her teacher, Nieqi bowed slightly to Lyr, “Hello.”
“Hello to you too, no need to be so formal.”
Lyr had never liked such overly formal greetings.
His personality was easygoing, and back in Etiquette Class, he belonged to the type of student who gave teachers the most headaches.
In the time that passed, since the first time she saw Lyr on the podium, Tif had gotten used to it.
It was just that most of the time, she was still worried that this guy would cause trouble here; she would occasionally give a hint with her eyes, but Lyr didn’t seem to notice them.
Seeing an unfamiliar face following behind Lyr today, she could not help but feel puzzled.
After simply letting Nieqi introduce herself, Lyr looked over the entire classroom, “Find a seat for yourself.”
At first, Lyr thought these people had fixed seats, but he later discovered that they all sat together according to their own preferences.
Just like Tif and Teanya, no matter which classroom they were in, they were always together.