Chapter 233 - Teaching Methods
What happens in Chapter 233 of "Exploring Technology in a Wizard World"? Chapter 233: Chapter 232 Teaching Methods Chapter 233: Chapter 232 Teaching Methods âBut you know,â... Read on to find out!
Chapter 233: Chapter 232 Teaching Methods Chapter 233: Chapter 232 Teaching Methods âBut you know,â Richard looked at the girl and said, âasking me to clean means your room hasnât been cleaned until now, right? How have you been living in a dirty room all this while?ââI!â The girlâs eyebrows shot up in a flustered fury. âThatâs none of your business!â
Richard shrugged.
âThatâs right!â The girl glared at Richard and said, âYou better show some respect to me! Youâre new here, while Iâve been here for two years. By all accounts, you should be calling me âsenior.â As a newcomer, you should have some manners!â
Richardâs eyes sparkled as he replied, âYou know, the longer you stay, the closer you are to being eliminated, right? Youâre still a First-level Wizard Apprentice, arenât you? After two years, you havenât advanced. The chances of you leveling up to the Second Level Wizard Apprentice in this final year must not be very high. Thereâs really nothing to be proud of in that, is there?â
âYou!â
The girlâs eyes widened, then she was at a loss for words.
Richard was right. In White Stone Tower Academy, staying longer did not constitute an advantage but rather a disadvantage. From this perspective, upperclassmen didnât have as much confidence over newcomers as one might expect.
White Stone Tower Academy implemented a ten-year elimination system, splitting the teaching phase into three grades:
The first year, lasting up to three years, for First-level Wizard Apprentices;
The second year, also lasting up to three years, for Second Level Wizard Apprentices;
The third year, lasting up to four years, for Third Level Wizard Apprentices.
The meaning of âlimitâ was, if as a First-level Wizard Apprentice you stayed in the first year for three years without advancing to Second Level Wizard Apprentice and moving up, you would be ruthlessly expelled from the academy to avoid wasting resources.
Of course, with some sacrifice, those expelled could choose to stay as students with no status, but they would have no convenience at all, even worse off than auditors.
Second Level Wizard Apprentices, if they stayed in the second year for three years without advancing to Third-level Apprentice, would face the same result.
One notable exception was the Third Level Wizard Apprentice.
If one becomes a Third Level Wizard Apprentice, it signifies a certain level of strength, even though not comparable to an Official Wizard, but still much stronger than ordinary people. Therefore, White Stone Tower Academy took more patience with Third Level Wizard Apprentices, specifically allowing up to four years for them to advance to Official Wizard Level.
Even if they failed to break through within four years, Third Level Wizard Apprentices wouldnât be expelled like students of other years but could choose to stay at the academy and become internal staff like class assistants.
Although they would face certain restrictions and need to perform some mandatory services for the academy, they could also earn Crystal Coins through this avenue and accumulate strength, attempting to break through to become an Official Wizard. Once successful, they could turn their lives around. Of course, more people just wasted time, unable to break through for ten or twenty years, becoming perpetual repeaters.
Thus, in White Stone Tower Academy, a student staying a long time had nothing to boast about. Especially upperclassmen, telling others how long they had been there indirectly suggested how poor their abilities and talent were.
Richardâs blunt words instantly struck the girlâs vulnerable heart. After being speechless for a while, her eyes reddened.
Seeing this, Richard promptly stepped back towards the door.
The girl glared as if deeply offended and said, âWhy are you running away? I didnât hit you. Itâs obvious youâre the one bullying me, isnât it?! Are you that heartless? I⊠Iâm about to cry, canât you just lend me a shoulder to lean on?â
âNo,â Richard shook his head, firm in his stance.
âWhy?!â
âIf you dirty my clothes, itâll be troublesome. Seeing as you canât even clean your room, I doubt you do your laundry either, so Iâd better be cautious.â
âYou!â The girlâs eyes bulged, glaring at Richard for a good three seconds before suddenly turning around in a huff and striding towards her room. As she went, she yelled back, âWho says I canât clean my room! I just donât want to do it myself! I⊠Iâll prove it to you right now.â
âIn actuality, you donât need to prove anything to me.â Richard said indifferently to the womanâs retreating figure, âCleaning your room is for your own living, whether you clean or not doesnât affect me at all.
Of course, regarding the class schedule, I still have to thank you. If thereâs a chance in the future, Iâll help you with simple tasks of raising a hand. But⊠never mind about cleaning.â
âYouâŠâ The girl turned her head to look.
Richard then suddenly shut the door with a bang, and a faint voice could be heard from outside, âYou⊠you⊠I am at odds with you! Just you wait! By the way, whatâs your name? If you dare, tell me! Forget it, Iâll clean the room first and then settle the scores with youâŠâ
Soon, Richard heard the sound of things being knocked over, followed by exclamations, screams, coughs⊠which lasted quite a while before disappearing.
Just when Richard thought he could have a quiet moment, someone knocked on the door.
âBang, bang, bang!â
Richard opened the door and, unsurprisingly, it was the same girl.
The girlâs appearance had gone through a radical change, completely different from her earlier arrogance, resembling a pitiful little beggar: her clothes dusty, her face smeared with dirt, shiny beads of sweat rolling down, leaving mud streaks behind. Her hands were soot-black, held in front of her chest, neither raising nor lowering, looking utterly helpless. Her brows were furrowed tightly, her eyes watery as if she could burst into tears any moment, yet she stubbornly held them back.
Looking up, the girl, with the last remnants of her noble air, said to Richard, âIf you want to laugh, just laugh! After all, you are already on my blacklist of people to get back at, so itâs not over between us.â
âUmâŠâ Richard, looking at the girl, said, âI actually donât feel like laughing, because your current state is precisely what I expectedâlike I said before, you clearly cannot clean a room.
Before, you must have been paying someone to clean, right? And even before coming to White Stone Tower, it must have been servants taking care of your daily needs. In that case, not ending up disheveled from cleaning a room wouldnât make sense. However, Iâm curious⊠why are you knocking on my door again?â
The girl grimaced and said, âI want to ask if I could borrow some water from you to wash my hands and face. You can help me with this, canât you, considering I brought back your class schedule?â
âOf course, I can help,â Richard replied nonchalantly, âHowever⊠I donât have any water in my room.â
âYou!â The girl felt like exploding, âI donât believe it. How can you not have water if you cleaned?â
âThe fact is, I dumped all the water downstairs earlier, which you saw. If you need to wash your hands or face, itâd be best to go downstairs yourself. Being a senior who has spent two years here, surely you donât need me to tell you where to fetch the water, right?â
âIf you could bring a bucket of water up for me, Iâd be very grateful,â the girl reluctantly softened her tone, looking at Richard.
Richard said, âThat suggestion isnât bad, however⊠just like you asking me to clean your room earlierâIâm not interested.â
ââŠâ The girl clenched her teeth, âDid you know that before coming to White Stone Tower Academy, I was a princess! If my male servant dared to treat me this way, I would have beaten him half to death already.â
âOh, how coincidental? What would you think if I told you I was a prince before?â Richard said, âAnd if I had a maid as terrible as you, I wouldnât hit her. She would probably die from shame.â
âYou!â The girl glared at Richard, who met her gaze calmly.
One second, two seconds, three secondsâŠ
After ten seconds, the girl retreated, gnashing her teeth and turning to walk downstairs, while threatening, âYou⊠just you wait, we have a long time ahead, I wonât believe there wonât be a time youâll need my help.â
âHopefully,â Richard said slowly, âBesides, unless itâs necessary, please donât keep knocking on my door, it disturbs my rest.â
The girl: ââŠâ
With a squeak, Richard bluntly closed his door and went back into his room.