Dumb Students of the Genius Professor
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Mark, a promising sorcerer, resolutely chose the course taught by "the world's smartest genius sorcerer," despite the instructor's warning that "all those who take this professor's course are intellectually challenged, muscular idiots, a bunch of specially recruited athletes," and despite the professor's claims that he had repeatedly lowered the passing difficulty. The extremely high failure rate meant very few students enrolled. Confident in his own intelligence, Malkuth believed that even if this genius's teaching skills were poor, he could still learn something, so he directly enrolled.
When Malkuth entered the classroom, the teacher and the other students were already seated. Only three students remained in the large classroom, all unusually robust.
"How strange, to find a seat in my class," the teacher turned around, giving Malkuth a meaningful smile. His scholarly demeanor seemed out of place among the students below the podium. Mark found a seat in the front row and glanced at the muscular, goofy orc next to him. The orc seemed to be listening attentively, but was actually fast asleep.
"What kind of students are these?" Mark thought to himself.
But he soon understood.
As the teacher lectured, a flood of ideas and creativity poured into Mark's mind. Mark felt he might actually be suited for this course, but slowly, these ideas disappeared one by one, as if sucked away. Mark began to find the teacher's lectures increasingly obscure and difficult to understand.
Mark didn't realize he was becoming stronger and stronger, his body hair growing thicker. He raised his muscular arm and scratched the back of his head. He began to find the teacher's lectures completely incomprehensible.
But soon, even Mark's last thought vanished. His body became stronger than ever before, and foolish drool dripped from his mouth.
When the bell rang, Mark, the dumbest and strongest student in the whole school, left the classroom with a few other muscular idiots. The shrewd professor in the classroom adjusted her glasses and muttered, "That student's idea is really brilliant." She soon left the classroom as well. Her students were still all idiots; there were never any smart students.
Mark, a promising sorcerer, resolutely chose the course taught by "the world's smartest genius sorcerer," despite the instructor's warning that "all those who take this professor's course are intellectually challenged, muscular idiots, a bunch of specially recruited athletes," and despite the professor's claims that he had repeatedly lowered the passing difficulty. The extremely high failure rate meant very few students enrolled. Confident in his own intelligence, Malkuth believed that even if this genius's teaching skills were poor, he could still learn something, so he directly enrolled.
When Malkuth entered the classroom, the teacher and the other students were already seated. Only three students remained in the large classroom, all unusually robust.
"How strange, to find a seat in my class," the teacher turned around, giving Malkuth a meaningful smile. His scholarly demeanor seemed out of place among the students below the podium. Mark found a seat in the front row and glanced at the muscular, goofy orc next to him. The orc seemed to be listening attentively, but was actually fast asleep.
"What kind of students are these?" Mark thought to himself.
But he soon understood.
As the teacher lectured, a flood of ideas and creativity poured into Mark's mind. Mark felt he might actually be suited for this course, but slowly, these ideas disappeared one by one, as if sucked away. Mark began to find the teacher's lectures increasingly obscure and difficult to understand.
Mark didn't realize he was becoming stronger and stronger, his body hair growing thicker. He raised his muscular arm and scratched the back of his head. He began to find the teacher's lectures completely incomprehensible.
But soon, even Mark's last thought vanished. His body became stronger than ever before, and foolish drool dripped from his mouth.
When the bell rang, Mark, the dumbest and strongest student in the whole school, left the classroom with a few other muscular idiots. The shrewd professor in the classroom adjusted her glasses and muttered, "That student's idea is really brilliant." She soon left the classroom as well. Her students were still all idiots; there were never any smart students.
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