Chapter 1891 — The Last Disciple
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You Panhu was unconvinced. He had no intention of losing this chance to make the You family's old master look favorably upon him, so he shot Yellow-Hair a covert glance.
"Teacher Bai, don't you think the class monitor ought to be elected?" Yellow-Hair suggested. "None of us know one another yet. If you just appoint someone at random, we won't even know who they are. Why not have everyone give a campaign speech, and then we vote?"
"Young man, did you not hear what I said just now? In the pharmacy major, I am the head. If you wish to study here, you will do as I say—otherwise I can arrange a transfer for you, to anywhere you like, no trouble at all!" Bai's face darkened; the smiling expression of a moment before vanished, and his voice turned cold.
Everyone present felt a chill at that. So this genial-looking old man was a tiger wearing a smile—capable of turning on you in an instant! Each of them quietly wiped away a bead of sweat, thanking their lucky stars they had not done anything out of line before; otherwise they would be the ones getting an earful now.
Yellow-Hair shrank back, plainly not daring to argue with Bai, while You Panhu looked rather crestfallen. It seemed his dream had been shattered.
Wei Zhao was taken aback. He had meant to decline the post outright, but hearing Bai say his piece, he had no choice but to abandon the idea. Wei Zhao had once saved the man's life, true, but at this moment Bai was his instructor—there was no way he could afford to cross him.
"Since no one objects, I'll go on to explain the arrangements for the new semester!" Bai nodded slowly, well pleased with everyone's response. "Our major is small, so we don't have many rules. There is only one rule: what I say is the rule. What I haven't spoken of, you may do. What I have spoken of—if you do it again, then I'm sorry, but you can expect to fail the term."
Only Bai could threaten his students so openly—he was one of a kind.
"After the term begins there will be military training and a freshman gala. Military training runs from the eleventh of October to the twentieth, ten days in all, and the results will count toward your credits—six points in total," Bai said. "The training is arranged by the university as a whole; I won't go into the rules and regulations, someone will explain them to you when the time comes! After the training comes the freshman gala. By convention, every major in every department must put on one performance, with no limit on how many more. But we are the smallest major in the biology department, and the smallest in the entire university, so we can only manage one. Still, small as our major is, I don't want you shaming me. After the training, show me what you're made of. Put on a good performance, win some recognition, and every one of you gets five credits. If it's bad—heh heh..."
Wei Zhao was at a loss for words. This style of teaching was something he had never heard of before—wasn't this instructor a bit too overbearing? Threatening students with failed courses and credits at every turn, when for university students those two things were precisely what mattered most!
Fail a course and you sit a makeup exam; fail the makeup and you retake the whole thing; and fall short on credits and you cannot graduate at all! That left everyone thoroughly despondent—but who had made Bai the one in charge here?
Wei Zhao was no longer surprised by Bai's ways. If a niche major like this existed, and Bai's teaching methods were so peculiar, then the university authorities must surely have given their tacit approval; so even if the matter were reported to the president, the result would likely be the same.