St. Mungo’s Academy, the riding ground.
Aside from the duty-bound members of the student council, everyone stood erectly here, silently waiting for Jason, with no one absent despite the earlier mishap.
Walking behind Jason, Edward raised an eyebrow involuntarily as he observed the council members.
As someone with a military background, Edward was all too familiar with the ways of the military.
Therefore, he could clearly see that the members of the St. Mungo’s student council had undergone training similar to that of the military.
Although not quite complete, and the council members seemed somewhat tender due to the lack of experience amid gun smoke, the basics were in place.
“Wasn’t St. Mungo’s Academy previously a church school?”
Edward couldn’t help but ask in a low voice.
Jason might not have been a teacher, but he definitely had abundant teaching experience, only his methods were somewhat unconventional.
Immediately, the female student council president became even more vigilant towards Jason.
She had already sent out a message, but until she could confirm whether Jason was a member of the ‘Ghost Squad’, she couldn’t relax her guard.
In fact, whether or not Jason was a member of the ‘Ghost Squad’, she needed to be cautious around someone like Jason who had been exposed to secrets unknown to ordinary people.
Especially since Jason seemed to have detected her secret.
She hoped it wasn’t the worst-case scenario.
The female student council president thought to herself.
And facing the looks from everyone that said ‘I’ve got it’ and ‘I’m trying hard’, Jason appeared completely unfazed.
It’s exactly what you’re thinking.
I am testing the physical fitness and willpower of you ‘Cat Hole’ dispatched students.
Then, he began to recall memories he had almost forgotten.
Jason had never been a teacher.
But he had been a student.
The way teachers behaved in the classroom, it had been so long, his memories were somewhat vague.
He remembered one sentence.
The next moment, Jason spoke—
“You are the worst batch I have ever taught.”
The habitually calm tone became serious at this moment.
A look of confusion and a hint of anger emerged on the faces of the student council members in front of him.
They had already done well enough, why would he say they were the worst batch?
Edward felt the same way.
He had just observed that these student council members had good physical fitness and their willpower was also commendable.
Keep in mind, standing in the cold winds of winter for half an hour while keeping their posture perfectly straight was already beyond what most people could do.
The female pastry chef gave a slight nod.
She once again understood Jason’s meaning.
“It was only after our reminder that they eliminated their doubts and chose to continue standing—this is a display of not trusting Jason.”
“Just think, if we hadn’t reminded them?”
“What would they have done?”
Hearing the pastry chef’s explanation, Edward immediately nodded.
“The military is all about obedience, unconditional obedience, without trust…”
Edward, with his military background, had a profound understanding of this.
Suddenly, despite previously feeling that these student council members were quite good, he shook his head.
And the student council members who heard the two’s conversation had a sudden realization within.
They hadn’t trusted Teacher Jason enough!
If it weren’t for Giselle’s words, we would probably have been unable to resist raising our doubts by now, right?
How could we still be standing here.
And when Teacher Jason says we are the worst batch, it must be because the people he trained before had unconditional trust in him.
Unlike us, who not only harbor doubts but also feel angry when confronted with Jason’s candid remarks.
Indeed… we are the worst batch.
The student council members hung their heads in guilt, one by one.
In the face of the pastry chef who had ‘understood them’ once again, Jason felt no inner turmoil.
He was accustomed to it.
He certainly wouldn’t turn his head and say something like ‘why don’t you try it’ to the other person.