Capítulo 1033: Chapter 806: I’m Afraid There’s Really No One Left
Who will lead the team?
Dean Don Andrese is still absent from this sequence of meetings. His mystery and wisdom are never something ordinary people can fathom.
Vice Dean Horace is here, and his opening remarks naturally represent Dean Tang’s will.
When this question was raised, there was a gentle stir among those present.
Ruan Xiongfei’s name has rarely been mentioned since “that incident,” or rather, the ripples from that event did not fade with the departure of Ruan Xiongfei and Mu Fan, but instead continued to ferment in the hearts of many.
During this period, Dingchuan Academy truly stood at the forefront of attention.
If it weren’t for the intensely anticipated academy exchange competition, the focus might not have shifted.
However, in retrospect, one thing the upper echelons of the academy did not expect was that Ruan Xiongfei, with his roguish demeanor, had gained unparalleled appeal among the students.
At least half of the students now view Ruan Xiongfei as their idol!
This has never happened before in the history of Dingchuan Academy.
But this also posed a dilemma for the academy, as it became difficult to find a mentor comparable to Ruan Xiongfei amid such acclaim.
“Given this year’s circumstances, I propose selecting from the young mentors. We must reflect the image and attitude of our Dingchuan Academy!”
Vice Dean Kahler, dressed in a white professor’s robe, spoke, setting the tone for the captain selection.
That meant this time, a strong image was imperative.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to gain everyone’s respect!
“Motion seconded.”
“…Agreed.”
Some may have their own thoughts, but this is already the tenth year, and if Dingchuan Academy fails to break through again, being surpassed by the closely behind B-level academies would be a big joke.
After the speech, the spirited elder leading the group, Vice Dean Horace, directed his gaze to the end.
“As a firsthand witness to that incident, I propose selecting between Instructor Bach and Instructor Lindberg.”
Lindberg, dressed in a tailcoat, faced solemn, hair meticulously tidy, heard this and his eyes involuntarily twitched.
On the other side, Instructor Bach lightly clenched his right hand.
This honor was irresistible to them.
This was an opportunity representing the entire academy to step towards the Capital Star.
Around them, several intense gazes fell upon the two, the eyes of other senior mentors filled with unconcealed envy and fervor.
“I propose Instructor Lindberg leads the team, as he has four students participating under his name this competition. His extensive experience and impeccable principles qualify him.” A vice dean spoke, and upon looking, it was the vice dean in charge of the Fighting Department.
“I propose Instructor Bach, as mecha is the focal point of this competition, I think Instructor Bach is more representative.”
“I choose Lindberg…”
The proceedings of the high-level council were rigorous but comfortably flexible within the rules. Everyone spoke without reservation, but their choices were quietly recorded in the voting system.
Of the 39 present, 2 abstained from voting, and the final result was 20:17, with Lindberg winning by 3 votes.
Lindberg’s stern face revealed a smile; evidently, this result delighted him, and it represented the academy’s recognition of his work.
He would exert his utmost effort to minimize the impact of that incident.
Dingchuan was an academy, a collective, and absolutely not a place to foster such an unhealthy atmosphere of personal idolization!
“Thank you all for honoring me, I will not let down the prestige of our Dingchuan Academy.”
Lindberg’s words were decisive, and even Instructor Bach beside him believed them because Lindberg would not concede an inch on matters of principle, more principled than himself in this aspect.
Lindberg inadvertently glanced at Bach with a smile.
…
“Everyone, I just received a video from Dean Tang.”
Vice Dean Horace lowered his head, looked at the light screen for a few moments, raised his head, and spoke solemnly.
He placed his hand on the light screen and gently pushed forward, and the image was quickly projected to the center of the long table.
This was a first-person perspective video. Dean Tang was not in it, but when the voice sounded, everyone involuntarily straightened their postures.
“Instructor Ruan, these days seem quite leisurely.”
Everyone recognized it as Dean Tang’s cheerful greeting.
“You’re still so spirited! Isn’t he about to go out for a fight, hahaha.”
The smiling face of a big bald head appeared on the light screen, causing a collective involuntary twitch at the corners of those present’s mouths. The bald man holding a cigar looked more like a star bandit.
“Then I wish you victory. But your sudden departure is still a bit disorienting.” Dean Tang’s aged voice carried a hint of melancholy.
“Come on, if anything arises, it’s just one word away, right? Now with this buzz, you know, my beloved disciple can only rely on you!”
“I can help you, but you just mentioned one word and you’re there… Well, how about this, you go to Capital Star as an external reinforcement to cheer these kids up, consider it my request.” Don Andrese’s voice carried a triumphant hint of cunning.
Ruan Xiongfei slapped his face, “Alright, but my direct disciple isn’t going. To be honest with you, if you really want to increase the odds, you’ll have to convince him.”
“Preposterous.” Lindberg’s repressed voice resonated, “This is abuse of power for personal gain.”
Yet on the screen, Dean Tang’s voice, still smiling, said, “Fine, Dingchuan will do its utmost, so once these kids reach Capital Star, I leave them in your hands.”
The screen abruptly stopped.
Silence suffused the room.
This video was sent, giving everyone a straightforward impression of the relationship between Ruan Xiongfei and Dean Tang.
Simply put, the two… seemed to converse as absolute equals.
This was the dialogue between two old friends.
“Since Instructor Ruan has already left Dingchuan, why still use his influence to seek opportunities for his disciple?” Lindberg spoke discontentedly, “Moreover, since Mu Fan has already voluntarily relinquished the opportunity, why invite him again, does this mean we’re void of anyone at Dingchuan Academy?”
“Perhaps, we indeed have no one…” Instructor Bach raised his head, glanced around at his colleagues, then at Lindberg.
“Can it be that Instructor Lindberg hasn’t noticed, since Renault graduated, Dingchuan’s younger generation lacks figures who can carry the weight…”
“Our Dingchuan’s outstanding individuals are still numerous!” Lindberg frowned and was about to counter.
“Yet compared to the other four academies… we’re falling far behind, with Dawn being an entire magnitude better.” Vice Dean Horace said softly.
After speaking, Horace raised his head, those wise, deep eyes looked at Bach.
“Instructor Bach, can you fulfill Dean Tang’s request?”
This seemingly senseless question was understood by everyone for what it implied.
All at once, all eyes focused intently on Bach!