"How do you feel?"
Leaving the Dean's office, Lindong affectionately held Ethan's arm and asked.
She thought she had performed well today. If she were to grade herself, she would easily score a high 13.0—Wabul had been chatting Ethan's ear off for so long and she managed not to yawn, which showed her temperament was getting better and better.
If it were in the past, Mr. Wabul probably wouldn't have wanted the little hair he had left.
"Very enthusiastic, but a bit odd." Once things quieted down, Ethan pondered, "Why do I feel like I'm the Dean?"
Challenges at work, future development of the academy, even down to the construction of new fields of study.
Mr. Wabul expressed his views, sharply criticizing the atmosphere of past Imperial times.
