Before Connor could catch his breath, he heard Charlie speak again, "However, relatively better and more front-row seats should probably all be gone."
Connor: "..."
How to say it.
People are all greedy.
When you can't squeeze in, you just hope to squeeze in.
Once you really squeeze in, you hope there's a place to sit.
Once you actually get a seat, you hope that seat is just right, where you can hear the lecture and also interact well with the teacher.
"Make do, make do, it's better than having no seat and standing," Connor muttered to comfort himself.
'Calm down. Can't be greedy. Contentment brings happiness.'
Just as it was Connor's turn, a somewhat familiar head peeked out from the front of the line that was maintaining order.
"Connor!", Taylor grinned wide, waving enthusiastically at Connor, "Here, here!"
Connor: "?"
Connor looked at Taylor in surprise, then looked at those around Taylor who were clearly upperclassmen and upperclasswomen, his eyes full of astonishment.
"You... how did you do that?"
'So quickly mixed into the team of upperclassmen maintaining order?'
"Hehehe!", Taylor scurried over to Connor, half-slinging his arm over Connor's shoulder, wearing a buddy-buddy expression as he said, "I specially went to find upperclassmen last night, asked them if they needed help."
"I'm strong, can work, and obedient," Taylor explained all the things he did yesterday.
Connor was awestruck.
Truly amazing.
Thick-skinned, naturally friendly, easy to talk to, good at self-recommendation, and socially adept. Basically all the things Connor had heard of and knew about, but when it came to actually doing them, he would absolutely mess it up.
Taylor successfully mixed into the team of upperclassmen.
"I got up at 2:30 a.m. today. Been busy until now," Taylor said energetically, full of vitality, not showing a trace of exhaustion from waking so early.
Usually sleeping till 8:30 a.m., today waking at 6:30 a.m., and already feeling sleepy, Connor: "..."
This is another trait he can't learn.
Even knowing how Taylor did it, he can't learn even a little.
There's really a gap between people.
"I asked the upperclassmen for a few front-row seats. They may not be the best, but at least we'll be a bit closer to Professor Asher," Taylor added.
"We'll go together," As he spoke, Taylor's gaze fell on Charlie, who was with Connor, "Are you Brother Connor's friend? Come along too!"
"Is it okay?", Charlie said with a smile, "Will it trouble you?"
Taylor glanced at the upperclassmen.
Ryan Sling, a sophomore this year, looked at them with a kind smile on his face, thinking about how they were last year.
"It's fine," Ryan waved his hand.
"The seats are relatively front-row, but unfortunately half-blocked by a pillar. The angle is a bit off. If you don't mind, then it's not a problem."
Although this isn't a concert.
But what if Professor Asher pulls out a PPT or something to explain?
People assigned to these seats often feel a bit unwilling.
Obviously seated in the front row, why is it such a spot?
Ryan and a few others decided to reserve these seats to use as favors for those helping maintain order.
For those who were assigned even farther spots, these seats are still quite decent.
Naturally, Connor and Charlie had no objections.
This is much better than they imagined
"Then I'll take you guys in first," Taylor smiled at Connor and Charlie.
Then he turned back and said to Ryan, "I'll be back later!"
"Go, go! Not many people left," Ryan waved his hand, letting Taylor go have fun with his classmates.
Taylor chuckled, "No problem! I like helping!"
After bustling the whole morning, by 8:20 a.m., the entire grand auditorium was full, with even the standing space on both sides packed.
Only then did Taylor bounce back to the spot between Connor and Charlie.
"You really have energy," Sitting on Taylor's left, Connor looked at the still energetic Taylor and couldn't help but remark.
Taylor grinned, scratched his head, "Hehe, it's okay!"
"During summer vacation, I also got up at 4:30 a.m."
"This morning stuff is nothing compared to climbing mountains training with Fairy Butterfly."
Connor: "..."
'Getting up at 4:30 a.m. to climb mountains? Are you training the beast or training yourself?'
Just as Connor wanted to say something more, noise came from outside.
Asher had arrived.
The moment Asher entered the auditorium, it instantly fell silent.
Immediately after, an even louder cheer erupted.
Asher didn't even need to distinguish carefully.
He could hear the shouts calling his name, seemed like his fans?
Asher: 'Really? You think this is some kind of idol fan meeting?'
Some shouting questions, trying to ask him things.
Asher: 'Nice thought, but too many people talking, can't hear a thing.'
There was also a small, very united group, shouting support for all his decisions.
Three big question marks popped up over Asher's head.
Finally, Asher gave up thinking.
'Forget it, no big deal.'
Just follow his own procedure and rhythm.
Asher walked up to the podium, picked up the mic in front, and coughed twice, "I was a little surprised to see so many students upon entering."
Asher's voice carried a few shades of amused laughter, "But I still want to thank everyone here for supporting my open class, so I won't lose face in the academic world."
As Asher finished speaking, laughter rose from the crowd below.
As for the part about losing face in the academic world... cough cough, none of them believed that anyway.
In the back.
Iris stood quietly leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, her gaze on Asher.
"Tsk tsk!"
"As expected of Professor Asher, he grabbed the hearts of these students right away."
A voice came from the side.
It was President Robb.
Iris turned her head to glance, then looked back at Asher, "When did you get here? You actually had time?"
President Robb scratched the stubble on his chin and chuckled.
"Whether I have time or not depends on the man."
As he spoke, President Robb puffed out his chest, wearing a rather proud expression, "If it's someone else, I can't say. But for Professor Asher, no matter when, I definitely have time."
Hearing President Robb shamelessly say that, Iris's mouth twitched slightly.
But she didn't think President Robb was wrong.
Indeed.
After all, the influence and contribution Asher had brought to NY City's economy... hmm, even if one day President Robb unilaterally decided to worship Asher, Iris wouldn't find it strange.
"I just don't quite understand, what's the purpose of Professor Asher giving this open class?", President Robb didn't know what Iris was thinking.
He rubbed his chin, gaze falling on Asher's back, full of confused emotion.
What kind of person is Asher?
After being together for so long, President Robb wouldn't say he understood 100%, but compared to others, especially the students sitting inside the auditorium, President Robb believed his understanding of Asher was quite deep.
"Since he's already preparing to participate in next year's National Beast Tamer Competition, Professor Asher wouldn't waste time on such meaningless things, right?", After speaking, President Robb let out a long sigh.
Professor Asher's talent in pet beast evolution research, no need to say, really no need to describe.
Anyone with eyes can see it.
However, Asher's attitude towards pet beast evolution research... people who don't understand Asher may not be too clear and might be deceived by Asher's frequent "screen spamming".
Mistakenly think that Asher is such a diligent professor of pet beast evolution research.
Actually, that's not the case.
The more people who interact with Asher, the more they know how casual Asher is towards pet beast evolution research.
Really just entirely relying on talent.
He's precious.
What's more infuriating is, even if Asher has such an attitude, his talent is still that unmatched one.
Quite a few pet beast evolution research professors in NY City, after knowing Asher, experienced two to three rounds of psychological change.
Then with difficulty convinced themselves, not to mind Asher's attitude, it's better to focus on their own research.
Otherwise, they'd really be hit hard.
Asher: "?"
The culprit himself, Asher, knew nothing about it.
President Robb, on the other hand, did actively cooperate, helping those pet beast professors adjust their mindset.
Asher's strength is one aspect.
But to completely rely on Asher… President Robb felt it was better to continue training some other pet beast evolution research professors.
It wasn't President Robb's illusion.
President Robb truly felt that maybe one day, Asher would completely switch profession to become a Beast Tamer.
Thinking of this, President Robb shook his head.
Hopefully, he was overthinking it.
"You really are indulging him," Iris said, finally turning her head to look at President Robb.
Up and down, inside and out, with a very peculiar gaze scrutinizing President Robb.
As if finding it hard to understand President Robb's excessive liberalism.
President Robb: "..."
President Robb understood the meaning expressed in Iris's eyes.
President Robb's mouth twitched.
President Robb wanted to say something.
Was this a matter of whether he was liberal or not?
Even if he didn't want to be liberal.
Saying as if he could do something to Asher.
Asher is a boy with his own will.
He's just a Beast Tamer association's president.
He's the one depending on Asher to eat.
Iris: "..."
Iris looked at President Robb, President Robb looked at Iris, the two of them stared at each other, as if neither could understand the other's attitude.
In the end, both of them very tacitly turned their gazes away at the same time.
Iris: 'President Robb is too spineless. Ai! Let's not talk about it, not talk about it.'
President Robb: 'Heh heh, sounds like I could resist! It's hard for me too!'
"Asher is a responsible person," Skipping the previous topic, Iris said faintly.
Unlike the others present.
Iris knew Asher's complete plan for today.
Her gaze once again fell on Asher.
Within a few words, Asher had already taken control of the whole atmosphere, making everyone focus their attention and sight on him.
Inside the whole auditorium, exceptionally quiet.
The only thing echoing from all directions was Asher's voice transmitted through the amplifier, mixed with a faintly distorted electric current sound.
"…those theoretical things, I suppose everyone has had some contact."
"No matter whether self-taught, or waiting for the start of term to learn systematically, those book-based, theoretical knowledge and operations, at least aren't what you want to hear today, right?"
Asher knew nothing about the conversation between Iris and President Robb.
He smiled as he looked at the full auditorium.
Looking across. All heads.
After hearing Asher's words, everyone nodded crazily in perfect unison.
Right, right, right.
Exactly, exactly.
They came to attend Asher's open class today, indeed not to hear those clichés.
Other teachers can teach them too.
They wanted to hear something interesting.
Best if Asher could directly pass on some experience.
Just like the mysterious old grandpa in martial arts novels, directly teaching them martial arts secrets hand-in-hand.
Asher: "..."
Facing these overly cooperative eyes, Asher's emotions were slightly somewhat incoherent.
"Ahem!", Asher coughed twice, adjusted his emotions a little, and then continued speaking.
"Hmm…" Asher pondered for a moment, "Actually, what everyone wants to hear me pass on, I more or less have an idea."
Hearing this, everyone's eyes became brighter and more excited.
Really?
Could they really hear Professor Asher's secret techniques today?
"But unfortunately, I'm too young. Relying on my current level of knowledge, I still can't systematize, effortlessly, and without barriers directly transmit what I know to you through brainwaves," As he spoke, Asher shrugged, with a bit of self-mockery in his tone.
Quite a few people laughed softly.
Also, quite a few people seemed to remember something, 'Oh right! Professor Asher is still quite young.'
Though a little older than them.
But really not by much.
At most one or two years older.
Some people are even the same age as Asher.
Thinking that, everyone's gaze towards Asher became complicated again.
'Truly a terrifying man.'
Asher: "..."
'Feels like some people imagined some very unnecessary plotlines.'
Asher decided to skip it.
He didn't want to make things hard for himself.
Asher very frankly spoke of his shortcomings.
"It's not that I don't want to pass it on to you, but please understand, not everyone can easily become a teacher."
Quite a few people nodded.
Understandable.
Being good at learning oneself is one thing, being able to effortlessly pour out the knowledge in one's belly is another thing.
Then… they really won't get to hear anything interesting today?
Everyone revealed disappointed and somewhat sad expressions.
Just at this moment.
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