Chapter 183: Demon in the Bottle – 22

Chapter 183: Demon in the Bottle – 22

In Lekachep, there was a time every Wednesday when they invited active acrobats to give lectures.

Mostly, they invited top-notch acrobats who were staying in or around Yeterinpuurk.

There was one factor that divided the top-notch acrobats from the rest.

It was how much money the invited lecturer spent on snacks for the students.

If the lecturer spent all the lecture fees received from the school on snacks for the students, they were considered top-notch; if they saved money, they were considered slightly lower.

The ridiculous evaluation criteria was created by none other than the students themselves.

Their argument was that if a famous acrobat senior showed a frugal side to their junior peers in the industry, it was evidence that their income was less impressive compared to other top-notch acrobats.

From the perspective of the invited lecturers, they couldnt help but wonder if such thieves logic existed, but still, there were no acrobats refusing invitations from Lekachep.

Thats because the accompanying benefits were significant.

Just standing on the podium guaranteed coverage in that months magazine, and making a name for oneself among Lekachep elites would greatly help in future industry activities.

Lectures required preparation from the lecturer, but the response from the audience was also crucial.

The enthusiasm of the students determined the atmosphere of the lecture.

So, the acrobats who stood on the podium spared no expense to impress the students and be rated as top-notch.

In that sense, the guest invited for the first week of the semester went beyond top-notch to be classified as special grade acrobat. This was because he spent several times the lecture fee on snacks for the students.

The students received a box of expensive snack gift sets, homemade non-alcoholic cocktails, and souvenir sets made in the famous workshops of Yeterinpuurk.

Certainly, perhaps due to the Circus Grand Prix period, the aspect of the acrobats invited for the lecture was different from usual.

Unless they were at the level of the head of a circus troupe, they wouldnt even be invited in the first place.

However, ironically, the lecture for the first week was tense.

This was because the invited lecturer for the first week was none other than the head of the Golden Carnival, Simon Maguire.

The relationship between him and Lekachep was never good.

The current students, who were already exclusive to outsiders due to the Circus Grand Prix, attacked him upon his arrival.

Thanks to Ella exposing his petty actions at the draft finishing site last week, he faced a lot of criticism.

Throughout his lecture, students would throw jokes or make remarks related to those incidents.

As a result, Simon Maguire found himself in considerable embarrassment.

The only fortunate thing was that Clara, known in Lekachep for her logical and articulate speech, didnt step forward. She sat quietly in a corner, using illness as an excuse. If she had stepped forward, Simon Maguire could have faced significant humiliation that day.

And a week had passed since then.

Today was the day of the second lecture.

The invited lecturer was none other than Wonderstein.

Ella had spent the night revising and revising his lecture materials, handing them over to him.

After seeing what she had done, he said, Theres not much difference from what I saw yesterday. Just polished the dialogue a bit?

Wonderstein accepted the stack of papers she handed him.

With each stroke of writing, each underlined word, her sincerity was felt.

Thank you for your hard work. I guess Ive been taking advantage of you.

Its nothing. Im your deputy, after all.

She yawned once and then leaned her head on his chest.

Since that confession that day, such contact with her had become commonplace.

Wonderstein patted her shoulder and said, I dont think of you as my deputy.

What do you mean?

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He looked at her and chuckled softly.

Youre the real head, and Im the deputy.

Wonderstein tapped her shoulder with the stack of papers.

Ella chuckled and scratched the back of her head.

Hehe, it was easy for me to make the materials because your ideas were so good. Ive always thought, how do you come up with such keen insights?

Well, its experience.

Wonderstein reminisced about his days as a game broadcaster.

Ella nodded as if understanding.

Experience? Oh, right. Didnt you mention once that youve been on Wonder Stage before?

Wonderstein paused for a moment at her words.

Did I ever tell you that?

You said youve been in front of 30,000 people before. Isnt that Wonder Stage?

Her words made him swallow a gulp of saliva.

Maya retorted with a casual tone at her teasing.

If you need anything, just say.

Alright, then. Thats settled.

Wonderstein intervened swiftly between their banter, fearing it might escalate into a fight.

Understood. Lets finish the lecture and then go watch Mayas practice. Now, Ella, lets go eat. Didnt you mention theres a ceremony today?

With that, Ella was ushered into the restaurant by Wondersteins insistence.

Maya quietly climbed the stairs alone.

Finally, she could stand before the Director as an acrobat.

She would showcase her skills impressively.

And she would be officially recognized as the Directors disciple.

Would the canvas of her heart expand a little more?

She prepared to go to school.

As she packed her bag with the help of telekinesis, she thought about Ella.

In fact, she remembered Ellas birthday.

She deliberately ignored it because the first time she heard about it was when the Director was feeding her.

Today was her 17th birthday.

It was a coincidence, but it was significant.

Maya fiddled with the memory disk in her hand.

Today was the anniversary of her mothers death.

In other words, it was the day 17 years ago when the terrorist attack occurred at Hippodrome.

TL Note: Bro this is making me come with all kind of weird theories.

***

There werent usually ceremonies like today in Lekachep.

But today, everyone gathered early in the morning for a memorial service.

As long as Lekachep was named a circus school, they couldnt just let this day pass by.

Everyone bowed their heads silently in mourning.

Elpara recited the eulogy and glanced at one of the professors.

It was Professor of Taming Pyrene.

Although she closed her eyes and bowed her head quietly, there was not a hint of sadness in her.

The girl who used to search for her mentor was no longer there.

It was often said that something inside her had broken after the terror attack 17 years ago.

Other professors occasionally felt flashes of madness within her kindness.

Did her teachers death make her like that?

Or was it because of other experiences afterward?

Elpara felt sorry that her friends protg had become like that.

Thanks to the memorial service, the atmosphere throughout the school calmed down a lot from the morning.

So Elpara decided to share some exciting news.

It was about the freshman welcome party.

The students immediately began to buzz with excitement as if they hadnt been gloomy just now.

The freshman welcome party was one of the annual events at Lekachep.

Since everyone had been busy adjusting their schedules and school life during the first week, the event was usually held on the second Saturday after the start of the semester.

This scheduling had a positive effect on the freshmen because the seniors were usually very kind to them until the welcome party.

The freshman welcome party was exclusively for freshmen.

Except for a few upperclassmen who organized the event, other seniors couldnt participate.

The only way for them to attend the party was to be invited as a partner by a freshman.

This years freshman welcome party also treated the trainees as freshmen, so they enjoyed the same benefits.

Each of you has two cards in the envelope in front of you. One is your admission ticket, and the other is a partner invitation.

Partner invitation.

When they heard that word, the three people standing in front of the freshman thought of the same person at the same time.

TL Note: War Incoming

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