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Chapter 72 Class

Standing on the podium, Lu Renkui looked down at the group of sixteen or seventeen-year-old boys and girls below, and for a moment regretted that he should have declined a couple more times.

How do I teach it? I'm asking how to teach it! Do you think I can just say I read the spellbook twice and then focused all my magic on the tip of my wand? I'd definitely get beaten up!

But now that we're on this stage, we have no choice but to bite the bullet and keep going.

Amidst the mocking, curious, or indifferent gazes of the students below the stage, Lu Renkui reluctantly wrote down the flying spell he had seen the previous night on the blackboard.

Then Lu Renkui took out his wand, took a deep breath, and recited the spell smoothly, then pointed the tip at himself.

Feeling the magic gathering around him, enveloping him and making him float like an object floating in water, Lu Renkui breathed a sigh of relief: thankfully, it worked.

And so, "Borist" took flight without the aid of any tools, right before everyone's eyes.

Lu Renkui adjusted his height to prevent himself from hitting the ceiling.

Because the flight spell was successful, the students who had been distracted by "Borist" giving the lesson came back to their senses, their eyes widened, and they began to ask the students around them why the person on the podium had flown up.

Meanwhile, the students who had been watching to see if "Borist" would make a fool of himself immediately took out their wands, pointed them at themselves, and recited the spell written on the blackboard.

In no time, everyone in the classroom was lifted into the air.

But the scene looked somewhat terrifying.

To make it look less strange, Lu Renkui immediately sat cross-legged in the air after feeling himself float up.

However, the group of teenagers below the podium did not seem to realize what was happening. At this moment, people were floating in the air throughout the classroom, making it look like a large-scale hanging scene.

The Mediterranean-looking teacher was holding a blue cup filled with something unpleasant to drink. He frowned as he drank, but a grin spread across his face as he looked at the scene in the classroom.

Mediterranean was even more pleased with "Borist"—he could lighten his workload a bit from now on, all he had to do was appoint this kid as his assistant.

Lu Renkui looked at the group of people in front of him who were still floating in the air, studying how to break the flying spell.

Lu Renkui slightly dispelled the magic to lower his altitude, then let his feet touch the ground. The flight spell was thus automatically dispelled.

"Dispel the magic, lower your height a little so your feet can touch the ground, that's all." Lu Renkui said as he looked up, then saw that the students in the classroom were all trying to dispel the magic, but it seemed to have the opposite effect—the ceiling was being banged on loudly.

Lu Renkui silently watched these people, stepped down from the podium, grabbed the students' clothes and dragged them to the ground one by one, dispelling the flight spell.

The class ended just like that, and Lu Renkui was called to the office by the Mediterranean male teacher after class.

The Mediterranean-looking male teacher solemnly handed "Borist" a thick book with a dark purple cover and said with a smile, "Borist Flor, in view of your past excellent grades and your convincing character, I have decided to appoint you as my assistant. Come and help me with my work. You'll get paid, you know."

Lu Renkui's eyes widened when she heard this—she hadn't expected that she would find a job today when she was just thinking about where to look for one yesterday.

Since it's a good opportunity, we can't let it pass, but we still need to ask questions first.

"What would I be doing as an assistant? How long would it take? I also have to take care of my two younger sisters. Sometimes I might not have enough time." Lu Renkui didn't ask about the salary first; she wanted to see how busy the job was.

"Don't worry, it's a very simple job. You'll help me organize some books and transcribe some articles. Don't worry, I'll pay you according to the market rate for transcribing articles. Also, if your sisters are well-behaved and don't cause trouble, you can bring them along; I don't mind those things." The Mediterranean-looking male teacher offered what were good terms for Borist at the moment.

Family members could come along, and it was something Boruister was currently physically capable of doing. Organizing the books might even yield some other discoveries. Lu Renkui thought for three seconds before agreeing to the Mediterranean-looking male teacher's request.

While Lu Renkui and the Mediterranean-looking teacher were discussing job duties and salary, inside a Gothic-style castle, a thin, blond, blue-eyed boy slowly opened his eyes.