Chapter 175: Lanche's Benevolence The Radar Sounds

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The old Humanities building of the Magic Engineering Academy stood imposing and dignified under the afternoon sun. The climbing vines on its walls, like markings of time, chronicled the changes of the years.

Three floors, student union.

A gentle breeze blew in through the window, carrying a fresh scent. The room was filled with a faint aroma of tea. On the side table next to it was freshly brewed flower tea. In the cup, the tea leaves danced gracefully on the water's surface.

Three student council members were sitting together on the sofas in the break area, chatting and relaxing, looking very happy and carefree.

When the three of them had rested well and arrived at the student council room, they didn't encounter the president or the vice president.

It seems they are both busy with work and haven't been able to come back yet.

It didn't take long.

Here it is:

"You're here."

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!

The student council room door creaked open, revealing the brown, ancient wood of the hallway beyond.

Accompanied by the chairman's steady voice, he walked in front, wearing a clean chainmail academy three-year uniform. His crisp collar highlighted his spirited demeanor.

"Mr. President, we're back!"

Suddenly, the three people on the sofa all looked toward the entrance of the student council room and greeted the president.

The President wore a smile, confident and kind. The Vice President still stood by his side, dressed in an elegant long dress, her steps light, her brow and eyes hinting at a quiet companionship.

Monaster walked to his desk, placed the documents on the surface, and then went to the sofa in the rest area, sitting across from the three people.

All three sat up straighter.

Generally speaking, when someone comes to them on the sofa, they usually have something they want them to do.

The first thing I did upon meeting them was to chat, it seems like they have a lot on their plate.

"President, please assign any tasks you have. We've had our rest and are ready to go."

Lance said to the president, his voice full of responsibility.

This living Bodhisattva hasn't done any mediating disputes for four days.

I recently hosted a visiting delegation from the Kingdom of Avalor, which coincided with the busiest period of the semester.

The student council only has a president, vice-president, and secretary. The lack of three capable assistants obviously increases the workload of the president.

While you were gone, quite a few little things happened at school.

The president, Monaster, pondered for a moment and decided to delegate things one by one. He looked at Lanci.

First, Lance, your father, Mr. Noah Wilford, had a minor cerebrovascular accident last weekend after visiting the school. He is currently recuperating at the Lianjin Hospital affiliated with the hospital.

"Dad's here"

Lance asked in surprise,

"How is that possible... Dad shouldn't have a history of cardiovascular disease."

His expression then became puzzled again.

"Lanqi, go see your father later."

Huberly whispered from the side.

Ranch was about to say something more, but seeing Huberley's eyes that were warm with a hint of envy and melancholy, he stopped. He just nodded.

Monaster didn't speak hastily. He waited until Ranci and Huberlian finished their exchange before continuing his story:

Another thing is, the leader of this academic visiting team from the Royal Academy of Avalor, Adam, a disciple of Knight-Commander Juliana of the Kingdom of Avalor, proposed to spar with the strongest student in the Academy of Sages.

As he spoke, President Monastere cast a helpless glance at Vice-President Aysana.

"Originally, Dean Lauren's recommended candidate was Asuna. She is the strongest student in the current third year of the Wise Academy, but Asuna has been too busy with student council affairs lately to take part. Therefore, she declined the challenge."

Although Asuna rarely fights seriously, the full extent of her power has always been a mystery. However, no one at the Wise Men's Institute ever doubted her strength.

Then, Dean Lauren decided to let other students challenge Adams. In short, Dean Lauren didn't care much about winning or losing.

"The problem has occurred again."

I don't know what those students were thinking, they all said they didn't want to fight and nominated you instead.

Finally, Monaster could only watch Rance.

In this kind of situation where someone has been named, only Ranch can handle it.

"Huh"

Lanche didn't expect that the seniors would praise him so much.

How could a first-year student like him possibly represent the Wise Men's Institute in the competition

"……"

While Hubert and Freya and Asana silently exchanged glances.

They all understood.

Although Dean Loren doesn't care about winning or losing.

But the students of the Academy of Sages were a little bit unhappy with Adam's behavior that was disrespectful to the Academy.

So they decided to get their hands dirty and dig a big hole for Adams.

"Adam was initially suspicious, thinking we were playing him by sending a first-year freshman to compete. But after hearing that you were the one who defeated the Destroyer Maiden, the tide began to turn. Although Dean Loren opposed your participation vehemently, Adam still considers you his opponent."

Monaster explained,

However, the decision to participate lies with you. After all, this is just an exchange-based derby.

"…"

Ranch's expression didn't seem very eager to fight.

He was a peace-loving man who preferred to mediate disputes rather than engage in fighting.

He doesn't understand why people always seem to enjoy pointless arguments.

Whether it's a win or a loss, nothing will change.

Why is there such a bad relationship between Sir Julianna and Dean Loren

Frey asks if he doesn't understand.

Monaster silently for a long time.

"I also heard it from someone else, you guys absolutely shouldn't go around spreading rumors about this everywhere. It all started with Dr. Loren's fiancée…"

Then.

Monaster gave a brief account of how Loren and Juliana had come to know each other, developed conflicts, and gradually deepened their misunderstandings.

> Dr. Loren has always been clear with his boundaries with women, but he was particularly attentive to Miss Julianna. However, as a nobleman, his engagement is very complicated. He's not the kind of person who would hurt others for himself, and he's also somewhat indecisive. As a result of a series of events, misunderstandings between Julianna and him grew deeper.

Monaster sighed.

"I thought they were really not getting along, but it turns out they're in love with each other!"

However.

When the story is over.

Lan Qi snapped his fingers and stomped his foot, understanding everything now.

"I must help Dr. Lauren with this marriage, I've accepted the challenge. Let Adams choose the time and content of the competition. Whether it be a battle of wits or strength, I will do my best for Dr. Lauren."

Lan Qi said with clear eyes.

His attitude has undergone a complete one hundred eighty degree change.

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Hughberly quickly turned his head to look at Lance.

Seeing Lance's fervent and combative spirit, she felt a sense of foreboding.

With Lan Chi as the matchmaker, Dean Lauren is going to be in for a rough time!

Thank you all for your monthly tickets, the ranking on the monthly ticket list is getting higher and higher, unbelievable……

(The End)splay her knowledge and possessions to Lance in all their glory."Well, then. Prince Enol is a good person too. I'll be careful to avoid him and not cause him any trouble."Lanche probably understands.T...