Bring Your A Game, Mr novel Chapter 623

Chapter 623 No Surprise, No Anger, No Jealousy

It was almost time for class to end. However, the students started to become agitated ten minutes earlier due to the teacher’s absence.

At this moment, Mason walked up to the podium from the front door with a smile on his face.

The audience below immediately reacted with a great burst of noise.

“Mr. Young? Is he going to be our new homeroom teacher?”

“That would be amazing! He’s super nice!”

“Anyone else is better than Mr. Kamp!”

If Martin faced this kind of scene, he would have been throwing a great temper. However, Mason just smiled genially, raised his hand and waved it, then said kindly, “Children, be quiet and allow me to say a few words.”

Mason had always been the face of Tissote University, and the students regarded him highly. Although his voice was not loud, the entire class quickly fell silent.

He nodded, gratified. Obviously, they were a group of good kids, unlike what Martin had said about them being difficult to manage.

“The school committee has decided that I will be in charge of the Elite Class in the future. I am old, and my brain does not solve problems as quickly as you, but I do have some experience to impart to you, fellow students. I want to regard everyone as equals, so I hope we can make progress together in the future.” Mason’s introduction was neither humble nor arrogant, but it held weight. His voice felt like silk as it echoed through the hearts of every student, leaving them feeling warm and respected as individuals.

After a short pause, Mason laughed aloud and then continued his speech. “It’s said that new officials can make bold changes, so I’ll make the first one and cancel this evening’s test and self-revision later today. All of you are college students; you should have time to enjoy your nightlife as well. It’s not impossible to balance your studies and life, and I hope that all of you will be able to strike a balance between work and rest.”

“F*ck yeah! Thank you! Thank you, Mr. Young!”

“I love you, Mr. Young!”

The whole class was cheering, and the sounds of their cheers had even drowned out the school bell.

After five minutes, the students dispersed and returned to their dorms.

Elise waited until the others were almost gone before she got up and walked outside.

“Miss Sinclair,” Mason called out to her and walked toward her, holding a copy of a document.

“Yes, sir. May I help you?” she asked.

“It’s nothing important.” He handed over the document to her. “This is a set of physics competition exercises that I have compiled and organized for about a decade. You have a poor foundation in the subject. Take it back and go through it, and you’ll avoid getting tripped up by some of the questions.”

Elise looked at the stack of A4 sheets that was as tall as a bottle of mineral water and inhaled sharply. It must weigh at least ten pounds!

“Thank you, Mr. Young, but I have a lot of tutoring materials at home. And I probably have the ones that you have copied here too. So, you should leave it to other students who need it more,” Elise politely refused.

Although she had a little arm strength when practicing silver needles, she didn’t think she could run around with ten pounds of copy paper.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed.” Mason stuffed the stack of papers into her arms. “I’m giving these to you, so just keep them. You are the champion of the liberal arts majors, so you definitely cannot be performing worse than others. I believe you can catch up, and as for the others, I have also made copies for them if necessary, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

She was amused at his insistence, so she could only accept it. “Thank you, Mr. Young.”

“You’re welcome.” He nodded. Then, as if he had just recalled something, he opened his mouth and prepared to continue the conversation.

“Elise.” Alexander suddenly appeared at the door of the classroom.

When she saw Alexander, she viewed him as her last hope of escaping, so she hurriedly walked away. “Sir, I promise to review the exercises in detail when I return home, so I’ll be taking my leave!”

“Go on, then.”

As soon as she went out, she immediately threw the heavy document at Alexander. “Hold it for me!”

Alexander took it reflexively but underestimated the heaviness of the document. So, his arm sank abruptly at the weight, but he clutched it firmly when he got used to it.