Chapter 1102 – #262_Graduate Student King(2) – DeepL
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“I look forward to working with you in the future.”
“I will. Take care.”
With a handshake, Xiu dismissed another president.
This was the president of the Hesed Society, visiting the office to discuss a partnership.
Long gone were the days of subway vendors and door-to-door salespeople asking for investments and partnerships.
Now, Xu is in the position of interviewing and hiring presidents from his seat.
After meeting with 10 presidents a day, Xu has made connections with more than 5% of all Gehenna’s societies.
Naturally, we expanded the size of the society beyond our original roadmap.
The original plan was to have a total of 10 departments, but we have grown to 15 departments, and the departments under the main department have also grown like grapes.
The initial investment required doubled or tripled, but this was not a major problem.
Once the presidents were convinced that the Hessian Society would not be a one-off, they were willing to pledge their investment and donations.
It was significant in that it was no longer money handed over with voting rights, privileges, or secret desires, as it had been in the past.
“Okay, okay.”
It’s not the only thing that’s bolstering the Hesed Society’s finances.
Tuition and fees are no longer negligible.
The University of Hesed’s motto is to provide standardized magic classes at an affordable price.
It’s an unconventional model for an academy, and even the witches who were skeptical are now convinced.
Count Sinciu’s name is attached to the deal like a certified check.
Members of other societies that had partnered with the Hessian Society but had little interest in attending classes were also eager to enroll.
This is despite the fact that the department has not yet been established and reorganized.
This means that the number of ‘pure Hesed members’ is increasing dramatically, not just those who have been accepted through partnerships.
At this point, you might be wondering.
There are so many majors.
What this means is that the foundational courses that serve as a “grammar school” for entering other disciplines have become even more important.
For now, Xu’s biggest role in the society is to go through all the courses in the department, such as “Wave Mechanics,” “Kinematics,” “Ideas,” and so on, and integrate them into one course.
Obviously, this is not an easy task.
Even with the support of my deans, the amount of work was overwhelming, and there were times when I collapsed from overwork.
So how do you cope with this now that there are so many majors?
The answer: with the help of professors in the basic departments and the cooperation of professors in other departments.
Xiu no longer does everything by hand.
“Mr. Chairman, I’ve done what you asked. Do you want me to file it?”
“No, I’ll go check it out myself.”
Entering the Dean’s office, Solar reported with a slight bow.
The Dean of the Wine Pub, with whom she had recently formed a partnership, had surprisingly offered her the position of Dean of the Department of Magical Mechanics and a senior professor in the Department of Fundamentals.
She also brought in other members of the Wine Pub as researchers.
A witch just wants to do her job.
This was quite unexpected, considering that she tends to refrain from doing things no matter how much money is offered.
As we walked to the academic wing of the foundation department, I chatted with Solar.
“Did you find it difficult?”
“It wasn’t too difficult because the Count gave me detailed instructions, but of course it wasn’t easy. It’s the curriculum of the Fundamentals Department, but it’s not the fundamentals I know.”
Solar smiled bitterly, her face showing a hint of shabbiness despite her pomp.
But her disheveled appearance was nothing compared to the rest of the people in the academic wing.
As soon as she opened the door, she was greeted with the darkness of a basic science department.
Papers were stacked and rolled around the spacious room, and the scent of coffee wafted from everywhere, mingling with the smell of ink like a diffuser.
In the midst of the scene, which was reminiscent of a Victorian mad scientist’s laboratory, a strange sound like a chimera’s howl rang out.
“…ugh….”
“Ehhhhhhhh.”
“Yeeeeeeeeeee!”
Bloodshot eyes, disheveled hair, and giggling witches.
Witches from the Wine Pub who had followed their eldest sister, Solar, into the Hessian Society, and voluntary slaves who had volunteered to join the Department of Fundamentals as researchers.
“I’m done…. But I’m finally done….”
“You beat me by three days.”
“I’m so glad we made it in time….”
They hadn’t noticed Solar and Xiu enter the room yet, and their fatigue was evident.
Xiu knows this because he’s done it himself.
It’s not normal.
Here’s a good analogy for what the researchers in the Department of Foundations have been doing.
If the curriculum of the department is the “course dish,” then the curriculum sent by other departments is the “ingredients.
Xiu’s job is to create a recipe for a great course meal from those ingredients, and it’s up to the researchers to cook the meal.
Of course, they won’t be able to make a course meal in one sitting.
Along the way, Xiu’s job is to taste and evaluate, change the menu, use different combinations of sauces, and rearrange the order of the courses.
He’s not completely hands-off, but he’s distributed about 80 percent of the hard work to about two dozen researchers.
“It’s crazy…. But it’s done!”
“Party? How about we have a slumber party?”
“Sure! How about a hosted bar?! I’m a VIP there!”
All of a sudden, the researchers fell silent, filled with joy and satisfaction at the end of their hard work.
They finally spotted Xiu with Solar.
“You guys did a great job, you finished ahead of schedule.”
The uncomfortable stares are familiar by now.
I pick up the final copy of the curriculum they’ve compiled with the appropriate formulations.
It’s time for the executive chef to taste and approve the course.
It’s the time when the chef tastes the course and gives his approval.
-Whiz, whiz, whiz
The papers whizzed by at breakneck speed.
“Hmm.”
The researchers felt their hearts drop at Xiu’s meaningful response.
Next to her, Sola’s shoulders stiffened.
“Very good, it’s well organized overall, and I appreciate your efforts.”
“Phew….”
“Thank goodness, thank goodness, thank goodness!”
“Mr. President, will you be joining us for the after party?”
“Waaaah! Solar and the president look so good together!”
“Buy it! Buy it!”
-Tang Tang
Xiu smiled bitterly and lightly slapped the table to silence the uproar.
“But I never instructed you to do this, did I?”
“Ah.”
“Overall, there’s a lot to be desired. The goal of a basic course is to get you acclimatized to the lectures of other departments by taking a basic course. But there’s a lot of confusion about the organization of this part, and this part, and this part, and this part, and this part, and I was wondering if you could give me the materials that Dean Periwinkle sent you?”
“Here, here.”
As the witches handed over the notions and materials with trembling hands, Xiu went on a tirade.
Minus the complicated magical jargon, it went something like this.
“How dare you use such fine ingredients to make such a garbage dish! Did you use the recipe I gave you as firewood?”
“Who the fuck made this sauce? It’s a fucking velouté sauce! Where’s the cream? Where’s the cream? Did you steal it for your posterior masturbation?”
“The chicken! It’s uncooked! You go ahead and eat it! Is it good? Is it good in your mouth?”
“You’re serving this disgraceful thing as a dish, and you’re still a chef?”
“You’re going to go out to dinner like this? You want to make up for it? Okay, make up for it. Here’s the menu: Yukgaejang.”
Of course, he didn’t really say this.
The aristocratic rhetoric, the polite tone of voice, and the slightest hint of a smile came across to the researchers.
Nevertheless, in the eyes of the increasingly white-faced researchers, they no longer saw Count Xinxiu, the ancient romantic.
They could only see Xin Xiu, the President of the Demon Society.
“Ms. Solar, if you find it difficult to be a senior professor in the Department of Fundamentals, you don’t have to do it.”
“Sin, I’m sorry.”
Solar, who was in charge as the head professor of the Fundamentals Department, stood stiffly beside him with an almost breathless expression.
Shiou let out a light sigh.
“…Still, it’s okay. The framework is fine. It’s hard to be good at anything from scratch, and I feel like I’ve been neglecting you too much.”
As the researchers stopped breathing, Xiu smiled gently at them, unable to breathe a sigh of relief.
“We still have three days before the semester starts, so let’s start from scratch.”
Several of the researchers collapsed in a heap, complaining of difficulty breathing, and one nibbled on a crab bubble.
Xiu took charge and began a three-day accompanied vigil.
And the researchers began to understand why Xin Xiu was a genius.
They could see how a mere man could lead a rumored feat in the body of a witch.
Xiu had been hyper-focused for three days without a single distraction since he sat down at the table.
Of course, along the way, he’s also shown a sharp mind that’s different from Solar’s.
“Mr. President, I’ve been working on the part of the paper you wrote for me….”
“Wow, that’s amazing, I told you to fix it, and you brought it back to me like it was fixed. Let’s all stand up and give this idiot a standing ovation.”
“Mr. President, can we take a break, I feel so dizzy….”
“Hmph, weren’t you a witch? You’ve been up all night for two days and you’re crying like this when you’re not even sick yet. Why don’t you just take a vacation and relax for a few months? Haha, I’m just kidding.(Paraphrased)”
In fact, there’s nothing wrong with Xiu, who is more than a natural talent, but a hard worker.
I think it’s natural for a person to put in the effort to learn something if they’re determined to get into it.
However, there are three reasons why the witches, who would have otherwise escaped the harsh treatment, stayed behind.
One, it’s a chance to get up close and personal with Xin Xiu.
Two, a glimpse of his talent suggests that he has a lot to learn if he survives this ordeal.
Three.
“…How about this one, uh, this time?”
Xiu smirked as he flipped through the poor researcher’s papers.
A warm smile, different from the forced laughter that he barely manages to produce on the verge of bitterness, envelops the researcher like a warm spring breeze.
“You’re very good. I knew you’d do a good job if I explained it to you.”
That heartfelt acknowledgment hits me like a ton of bricks.
