Chapter 2192 - At the End of the Line
Chapter 2192: At the End of the Line
Translated by XephiZ
Edited by Aelryinth
When it was time for Mo Fan’s class, he carefully put on a formal suit he had not worn for a long time. He was making himself presentable before going to the class.
Mo Fan thoughtfully made an overnight call to Feng Zhoulong to prepare for the class, asking him to explain the principles of merging different Elements in simpler words. Feng Zhoulong was more excited than Mo Fan when he heard Mo Fan was going to teach the topic at the Aorus Sacred Institute. He even wished he could come to the school in person to teach it.
If Mo Fan was not currently on a mission, he might have considered inviting Feng Zhoulong over for the class. After all, this was the result of his experiments!
Mo Fan could imagine the background music of the television series ‘The Bund’ when he walked into the class, but when he saw how many people there were in the class, the imperious music was replaced by the funny-sounding ‘Xi Shua Shua’ by The Flowers!
“Is this everyone?” Mo Fan’s eyes widened as he looked across the empty hall.
Mo Fan knew his limits. He only rented a hall with a capacity of two hundred students, one of the smaller halls in the Aorus Sacred Institute. The rental for the hall was only a hundred gold, yet he could count the number of students in the class with a single glance. The first student he saw was none other than Sharjah, the student union’s president.
The students had gathered around Sharjah. Mo Fan believed some of them had only come to his class to fawn upon Sharjah!
He was relying on Sharjah’s reputation and beauty to keep his class going!
Comparing to having three hundred students in the first class, Mo Fan felt like he had just fallen from Heaven to Hell!
In simpler words, if he had not turned down Sharjah’s request to tutor her privately, there might not even be a single student in his class.
A student would pay him two gold. There were thirteen students. He had spent a hundred gold to get twenty-four gold in return.
He had lost seventy-four gold!
What a great blow to his pride…
He had put in a lot of effort to prepare for the class. Were the students retards? Couldn’t they see the possibility of merging different Elements was the future?
Mo Fan forced a smile and proceeded to teach the class he had prepared for so seriously with hurt feelings.
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Mo Fan packed up his stuff and left in disappointment after finishing the class.
Sharjah came over like she was going to tail him again.
After noticing Mo Fan’s disappointment, she said gently, “The truth is never accepted by the people. It’s like how Columbus tried to convince the people that the Earth is round, but no one believed him until Magellan went around the world…”
“I won’t tutor you privately even if you comfort me. I never planned to be a popular lecturer here. I’m only here for my duties, but I was quite sad when I saw the number of people who turned up,” Mo Fan admitted.
“Merging different Elements isn’t publicly accepted yet. No one will bother spending their time learning something that isn’t proven yet. If you want more students, you should change your topic. That being said, I’m really interested in the class. The others are only interested in things that can help them improve, but your class is about changing the whole world,” Sharjah said.
Mo Fan stared at Sharjah in astonishment. The thoughts of a genius were really different from ordinary people!
“Feng Zhoulong would burst into tears if he heard what you said!” Mo Fan exclaimed.
“Feng Zhoulong… you mean the president of the Research Union under Guangzhou’s Magic Association, who you mentioned before?” Sharjah asked him.
“Yes, he knows a lot more regarding the topic than me. If you think my classes aren’t enough, you can try to discuss the topic with him,” Mo Fan told her.
“Guangzhou… Sure, I’ll visit him after the open tournament!” Sharjah nodded. The look in her eyes and her tone indicated she was not just saying it for fun.
“Sharjah, can I ask you a question?” Mo Fan inquired.
“Go ahead,” Sharjah nodded.
“Were the other twelve students your fans?” Mo Fan asked.
Sharjah hesitated for a moment and decided not to hide the truth when she saw the sincere look in Mo Fan’s eyes, “Actually, I hired them to come. I think I’m the only one who’s interested in the topic…”
“Ugh… Sharjah, you’re such a considerate student,” Mo Fan said helplessly.
“I only hired eleven. One of them came on their own. It’s not too bad. Lecturer Mo Yifan, you now have two students,” Sharjah said.
Mo Fan almost burst into tears of self-pity. Thank you so much, Sharjah…
He should not have asked her the question. At least he would have assumed he had thirteen students, but it was now two!
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He would not be hurt if he did not compare himself to others. He had done so much work before the class, yet there were only two students who came to his classes. Meanwhile, there was not a single slot in Brianca’s class, even though someone was willing to pay six gold for it. Mo Fan realized even though his strength was on par with Brianca’s, his teaching skills were just beginner level compared to her!
The only relief was, Prince Beny’s students had also decreased in his following classes. There were only around three hundred students left.
He was happy to see others failing slowly while he was in a bad spot.
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“Mo Fan, don’t rent a hall next time. You can just get a little room in the restaurant. Mu Bai and I aren’t earning much from our classes, either. We can’t afford to let you waste our money!” Zhao Manyan chided him.
“Bullsh**! One day, even a venue that can hold a thousand people won’t be enough for me. Even ten gold won’t be enough to secure a slot in my class!” Mo Fan snarled. He felt like Zhao Manyan was mocking him on purpose.
“It’s almost time for the class on demon creatures,” Mu Bai called out.
“I’m planning to teach the class of magic dueling together as well to save some cost, but you shouldn’t teach your magic theory class. We are worried that we might not get even a single student,” Zhao Manyan said.
“What are you trying to say? Who assigned me to teach magic theory in the first place? I’m telling you, if I was in charge of the class of magic duels, I could easily make a fortune! Is there anyone better at fighting than me?” Mo Fan snarled.
“There’s no point promoting your area of expertise. It’s like a professional basketball player asking people to challenge him. The outcome is pretty obvious. It’s more impressive if you can make a name for yourself in the areas you aren’t good at. If a professional basketball player is also good at playing video games, people will be totally impressed!” Zhao Manyan shot back.