Chapter 435

"Teacher Ji, Teacher Ji, I didn't quite understand the new lesson points today; can you please help me with extra tutoring tonight?" Contains "Teacher Ji" which is "Teacher Ji". The name "Ji Ming" is the protagonist; "Teacher Ji" refers to him. Should we list "Ji Ming" as named entity? Yes, appears as "Teacher Ji" but the name is Ji Ming. The glossary includes Ji Ming → Ji Ming. So we should list Ji Ming.

Also "Teacher Ji" is not a separate name; it's a title+name. We list Ji Ming.

In front of the classroom door, the school belle in a blue silk chiffon skirt slightly lifted her petite face, gazing hopefully at the person before her.

As the third young lady of the Flowing Light Family, famed since childhood for her beauty and wit, Weimala considers herself highly competitive in any field.

Having taken the initiative to invite him, and even employing a bit of the charm and conversation skills she secretly picked up, she is confident he cannot refuse.

The man she had stopped pushed up his glasses, as if suddenly thinking of something, and a meaningful smile quietly tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Ha, just as expected!

Weimala noticed this keenly, and she subtly lowered her waist a bit more, swaying just right.

"How about it? ~"

The man lowered his gaze, and the smile on his face deepened.

As Weimala trembled with excitement, on the verge of crying out, he finally slowly parted his lips.

"No."

Having said that, Ji Ming snatched the lecture notes and bolted, leaving him stunned and unsure who else stood frozen.

He raced out of the teaching building with a patter of steps, then sprinted another two hundred meters, only stopping once he was sure no one was pursuing him.

And he, barely holding back an awkward laugh, caught his breath and said:

"Damn it, how did the students of this school turn out like this!"

Although he took the job to supplement his family's income, Ji Ming once worked in the education and training industry, gaining extensive experience in proving his innocence to students' parents and their husbands.

Later, to help a friend, he also took on apprentices at a medical clinic, and through his own instruction, trained a similarly sleepless powerhouse who topped the competition.

Before, on Holy Mountain, he had taught countless students, spreading doctrine and clearing doubts, helping Holy Light believers iterate new versions and develop new tactics.

But regardless, logically speaking, Ji Ming could never possibly serve as a guest professor of potions at a magic academy in his lifetime.

Moreover, he still reports to work each day, carrying prepared materials and knowledge points, and here he lectures a group of boys and girls with ulterior motives.

But now the players' development has surged like an untamed wild horse, Ailinuo's ennoblement is a foregone conclusion, and the gentleman's agreement with senior Meilier has been formally reached.

The next major event visible ahead should be the inevitable expansion of the conflict on the wasteland, with the first battle surely being the wolf disaster in the barbarian wasteland.

Although this plundering feels satisfying and looks like a profit‑without‑cost venture, it is essentially more like gambling.

If luck is good, it's indeed a zero‑cost purchase; but if luck is bad, one suffers a loss—or worse, can't even muster the capital to engage in this 'business'.

Therefore, since it is now May, as the radiance of agrarian civilization, they are diligently tending the crops, pushing hard for a bountiful June harvest.

Likewise, as the nomadic civilization's grassland tribes, why would they not need to busy themselves with their livelihood and fattening their livestock when the wasteland's water and grass are most abundant and the cattle and sheep love to fatten up?

If this period is overlooked, setting aside whether food shortages could be solved by raiding to the north, livestock lacking sufficient fat cannot survive the winter on the grasslands—a fundamental problem even a fantasy world cannot resolve.

Therefore, even the ferocious Wolf King Hechina, whose name is practically etched in blood, could not possibly maintain his rule by force under the premise of such a massive man‑made mistake.

In fact, according to Ji Ming's intelligence network, just two days ago the Wolf King had already dismissed all his wolf soldiers, sending them back to their respective tribes.

Moreover, by issuing a royal decree, he demanded that the grassland tribes properly care for their cattle and sheep, greatly increase their population, and stockpile ample war supplies.

When autumn arrives and the vegetation withers, they will regroup, sharpen their spears, and continue their territorial expansion wars.

Therefore, from May through August, and even September, players developing under the current circumstances cannot possibly encounter any further high‑difficulty major updates.

As long as they focus on farming, come autumn and winter the Wasteland Alliance, unable to bear its boredom, will march north with millions of troops, laughing as they seize the Wolf King's head.

Therefore, having become a hands‑off manager, Ji Ming is even more idle, his only daily task likely being to play coloring games with a map.

Today they open a western server of the kingdom, tomorrow a northern server, then they open the forum to see whether players praise or condemn the local noble lords.

…… (ellipsis) no.

Oh, it turns out they were just shouting about fighting; that's fine then.

Moreover, since the map has begun expanding toward more distant places, the southern region that was completely stripped of its claws and fangs in the Barbarian Wasteland campaign can now have its controls relaxed.

The player capacity of each fief has directly increased tenfold, and for larger plots the increase is even more than tenfold, allowing tens of thousands of players to compete simultaneously.

Now the Evil God Churches have no chance to merely scrape by; eager-for-progress players chase them relentlessly, leaving them with no way out—no path to heaven, no door to earth.

Moreover, among those thousands of surrendered troops, quite a few are clever followers; with this benevolent group showing the way, their lairs are being uprooted one after another.

"Ah this."

Watching their freshly expanded social circle deflate like a leaking balloon, the petty nobles, now powerless to resist, can only shrink completely within their castles, and are even more terrified out of their wits.

There's nothing more to say; hurry, under the leadership of the Earl of Flaming Mountain, write letters to the bigwigs of the Royal Capital, begging them to lend a hand, or else the crowd will truly be torn apart by a mob.

However, the kingdom's strategic focus and development center lie entirely in the northeast; the underdeveloped southern mountains and the frequently plundered western hills originally had little presence or status to speak of.

Furthermore, the current major update in the Royal Capital is a royal court assessment; the bigwigs are busy with social networking, laying out schemes, and placing bets—who has time to worry about the fate of these little fleas?

Exchanging cups, perhaps even having a couple of drinks with the instigator Mr. Ji, only then, with bleary eyes, does he prepare to uphold justice for the younger brothers.

Upon taking a closer look, oh, it turns out the incident is happening in the south.

There's nothing more to say; does this land have an owner? First, send a message to Jueqiao Pass to see what the Duke thinks.

"Duke of Jueqiao: 'What? What are you saying? I don't know anything about this.'"

？？？ No.

Well, the Duke of Jueqiao surely knows about this, but why would he stand up for that useless bunch?

Theoretically, the rapidly developing Pioneers enable this toll‑collecting profiteer's bonus—just the income from these few months already surpasses what he earned in an entire year before.

Emotionally, please see the previous item for details.

So this annoying, useless bunch of petty nobles who can't even produce grain—what does their life or death matter to me?

The Duke of Jueqiao would even be glad if this lag‑gard lot died quickly, then he could hand the title over to a few decent‑character Pioneer leaders, perhaps everyone would then live better.

"Oh, so you mean this situation doesn't exist, huh……"

They stared at each other, but among the bigwigs there is indeed someone relatively responsible.

Feeling they shouldn't listen to just one side, they also sent a message to the Papal Envoy, confirming it had nothing to do with the Duke of Jueqiao.

Haike Meidiya: "What? What did you say? I didn't know about this."

What a joke—the Pioneers are about to turn his field assignment, which should have been absurdly difficult, into an administrative leave; how could he possibly speak ill of them?

Anyway, I'm here to deal with the Evil God Church's rampage; these nobles are abetting evil, so getting beaten is deserved—better yet, they should be killed!

"Oh, so you think the Pioneers are pretty good? Alright then……"

Now the bigwigs are dumbfounded—no way, the Royal Authority Representative and the Church Authority Representative actually both cut ties with this report letter?

But still acting responsibly, they thought for a moment and then approached the Wind Shadow Marquis, who had a high profile due to being closer to the central region and had a good reputation.

Wind Shadow Marquis: "Haha, just finished eating with the Pioneers—what's up?"

Then it's nothing.

But the future of the southern region's minor nobles is fine, while Ji Ming here has trouble.

Having confirmed he had no schedule for the next few months, he had planned to take a short vacation, but after just three days of rest, someone sought him out at Holy Mountain.

"Divine Chosen, are you busy lately? Could you consider coming to our academy to give a lecture on potion studies? The compensation is generous."

Indeed, after he became a rising hotspot in the Royal Capital, someone finally remembered his other strength was potion-making.

Ji Ming had intended to refuse, but out of politeness, since they had come, he merely skimmed the relevant materials.

As it turned out, the academy's name was Saint Valentine Magic Academy.

Good grief, why does that sound so familiar?

This is……

Holy shit, Si!

Although Ji Ming's will is steadfast and his chastity as firm as adamantium alloy, after traveling for half a year in Yang Month he still came to know several Harem Kings.

But Little Lion and Old An Dong are both national elders; with just that bit of authority and wealth they can freely indulge, so it's normal for their peach-blossom luck to be strong.

Only the legendary alchemist Svendis, as a student, boldly opened the harem at school.

Moreover, he left none, taking down every beautiful woman from every department and institute, from teachers to students.

Therefore, while Ji Ming does not approve of his conduct, he must acknowledge his ability.

Stamina, energy, eloquence, time management, conflict resolution, pinpointing crucial points, triggering turning points—all are top-tier existences.

If he hadn't brought the wrong potion in his final battle, leading to his gruesome death besieged by the eighteen aunts of that succubus lover, he would now undoubtedly be a major power.

Moreover, since he can open a shop in the Royal Capital and dare to proactively go up the mountain to summon the Divine Chosen, this Saint Valentine Magic Academy still has some skill.

In fact, it is considered a world-leading institution in magical education, having produced countless renowned archmages.

Since its founding, Saint Valentine has advocated bold experimentation by teachers and students, to act without fear of failure and to be true to oneself.

Although the final results may differ somewhat…… but this relatively open atmosphere has indeed improved the teaching level.

Coincidentally, when Ji Ming previously negotiated terms with Mei Li Er, besides taking that necklace, he also took her magical insights and knowledge from her two lives.

Since I promised to help clear the Chang Ge couple's name, I must continue to strengthen myself—now isn't that a perfect opportunity?

Thus Ji Ming, after careful consideration, agreed to the invitation and became a guest professor at Saint Valentine Magic Academy.

He prepared materials, wrote a textbook, and opened a course titled 'Healing Potion Studies,' sharing knowledge of using potions to cure disease and save lives.

"Hold on, this class teaches how to properly use potions—no biological material needed. Thanks, please button up, thanks!"

Although there are also unexpected occurrences, in the morning he casually lectures for half a day, in the afternoon goes to the library to study, and at night goes to the training field for practical drills—each day is very fulfilling.

Even under the influence of twisted fate, that bizarre debuff preventing normal learning still exists; he remains a spellcaster who can't even cast a fireball.

But studying those possibly effective esoteric arts and honing his grasp of divine power does no harm.

Moreover, as a renowned academy, they must have a vast hunting ground outside the city where tens of thousands of teachers and students can practice combat to gain experience.

Although aside from the two free annual trainings, extra openings require exchanging study points and teaching merits, but as an honored guest, how could the Divine Chosen possibly lack such things?

So after starting campus life, his only worry now is his charm problem.

Although he has done nothing, he stays out of trouble, never alone with students, never alone with students' parents, never alone with teachers.

Moreover, he steadfastly remains in the classroom, toilet, hallway, infirmary, sports warehouse, rooftop, cafeteria…… where Svendis once struggled.

His attitude is clear, his language concise, and he unambiguously rejects all requests from men and women aside from normal teaching requirements.

But because he is charming and good-looking, and also a potion enthusiast, he still earned the nickname 'Teacher Svendis'.

He even faintly heard that among the students there is a betting pool: whoever hero can successfully capture the Divine Chosen becomes a campus legend, and at least the tale will last three hundred years.

Actually…… actually this was nothing to begin with; Ji Ming even talked back to the crazy-mocking little boss.

Who knew this bunch of nonsense would go viral, spreading not just in the city but even to those on Holy Mountain?

Thus everyone who knows Ji Ming, openly or secretly, comes asking, wanting to know if this is all true—you wouldn't really have collected the academy's beautiful women like stamps, would you?

Ji Ming: "I haven't!!!!!!!"

What's worse, Old An Dong even sent him several supplement prescription slips, saying 'Little bro, don't be scared, big bro will always believe and support you!'

【Furthermore, I hope that in my lifetime I can hear the good news that you've snatched Eleanor, Fiya, and all those whoever, whoever whoever, and so on—basically, that you've captured them all!】

Ji Ming: Already flushed.

(End of chapter)