My Wife, King Arthur

Chapter 288 Annual Summary

PS: Shh, didn't catch up yesterday, just pop up today, just in time, there are at least two more.

PS1: Well, writing 3,000 words is a little difficult, writing 2,000 chapters after chapters, which is probably easy to apportion.

“Well, cut the crap and start reporting on what's happened to Camelot in the last two months, Agnes, you go first.” Kerall made himself a pot of black tea, and the intense aroma persisted, and Kerall took a deep breath, and, um, Camelot couldn't help but have black tea.

Two spoonfuls of sugar, the best combination.

“Yes, sir, first things first after you leave.” Argans flipped the notebook in his hand, a habit that Kerall had handed down to his disciples, and since they took up their posts, one of them has generally been used to remember what it takes to do their job. If someone steals all the notes from Kerall's 3,000 disciples, Camelot must be in a big mess.

King of Macedonia, King of Rome, I'm afraid it's going to cost a fortune.

“First of all, in education," said Argans, turning his notes, clearing his voice after counting them. "The first year of basic education we introduced has already begun to bear fruit. This year Camelot has 6,000 students, and the number of qualified people should be between 4,000 and 4,500. Because we are pursuing an elite graduation and seniority system, and it is the first year, this year will be more rigorous, and according to our brother Hebrew's statistics, the enrolment rate in the next 10 years will go all the way up, hiring 20,000 people a year at its peak!” Agnes raised his head and said with a little sadness, “Teacher, even if we do our best to enlarge the college, we can't accommodate that many people. More Camelot people are bound to send their children to us in the future. ”

"As people's standard of living improves, the tuition we set is not enough to stop people from sending their children to college, and an increasing influx of students will inevitably put pressure on the quality of teaching in schools, teachers, if this is to stop.” Argons frowned and said in a worried manner.

He was academically and educated in a style characteristic of Kerall, silently burying his head like an old cow, as Kerall was absent, Artoria, in any case the director of the college, he was doing his duty with all his heart, even those knights with higher hearts than the heavens had to stop walking and complacently say: Director Aagons.

“Oh, Agnes, being able to grow to this point is really something I didn't think of! It's so beautiful! It's so beautiful, I didn't think you'd be able to push the future to this point with your own brother.” Kerall applauded Aegons softly, three years older than Kerall, who blushed like a big boy when he was twenty-eight years old.

“But there is a misunderstanding in thinking.” Keiral smiles, finishes his cup of black tea, pours it on, and puts two more spoons of sugar, um, perfect: “That is, we open college, we don't stop students from coming to school because of stress. ”

“Everything for Camelot.” Kerall smiled and lifted the black tea: “And it all worked out very well. ”

“I'm sorry, but teacher, I don't think it's going to be so good.” Anyway, Agnes is at this age, and he begins to question himself and his search for answers, and he begins to question everything about his teacher, and he doesn't think Kerall will get the answers he didn't get in his absence, which has nothing to do with betrayal, just because he starts pursuing his truth.

“Ha ha, yes, but if it diverts, it's simple.” Kerall stood up, picked up the chalk and wrote it down on the blackboard behind him: elementary, middle, college.

“Primary school for children, secondary school for adolescents and university for young people.” Keral-ha-ha, there's a crossing behind three words: “So we can use college kids to teach juniors, juniors in secondary school to teach kids in primary school. We can even save a lot of time and money, well, in order not to affect homework, the last year of secondary school and the last year of college as internships, teach kids, so they can understand what it means to be a [study breeder]. ”

“Teacher... I'm sorry for the rudeness of your wisdom.” Aegons immediately apologizes for his rudeness, for making the most precious mistake, sums it up, and the next time he doesn't, Kerall teaches them the most precious thing.

“Ha ha, no, Agnes, I'm happy with you guys, next Bailey, you say.” Bailey is Kerall's second disciple, who is in charge of the medical system, as well as developing drugs and updating prescriptions and medical care.

“Yes, sir.” The girl with the doll's face has a silver curly hair and she smiles softly: “Teacher, last year we discovered twelve new prescriptions, five of which have been proven to be usable and effective, and the rest we're not sure about. ”

“Teacher, can I add something?” The man with the brown soft, short hair asked with a smile up his hand.

“Go ahead, Michelangelo.” Kerall nodded with a smile: "There's nothing to say here. ”

“Yes, teacher, of the twelve new prescriptions tested, six were effective in addition to five, all of which were useful except one that was lethal.” Michelangelo smiled and said.

“Michelangelo!!” Normally the sweet little girl Belly yells out: “You experiment with humans!! ”

He told her that many applications for human death row prisoners to be the subject of experiments were going to die anyway. There was no big difference between how to die, and dedication for medical purposes was the most honorable way to die. But Bailey, the chief medical officer, rejected several of his applications.

But she knew that he had always been a thief, and she knew by the time he said that he had used the human body as an experiment.

This is absolutely inexcusable for a doctor who is benevolent!

So mild Belly rarely freaked out.

“Michelangelo, is this true?” Kerall asked with a slightly heavy face.

“Yes, sir, just volunteers.” Michelangelo stood up and smiled and bowed and said.

“No volunteer would do such a thing.” Belly spoke sarcastically.

“No, there's a man who won't die.” Michelangelo said.

“C.C." Kerall said with a low face.

“Michelangelo, I command you not to let C.C. do this again.” Keral rarely gets a little angry.

“Teacher...” stunned looking up at Keiral, looking at his shady face, Michelangelo lowered his head deeply as if he understood something: “Yes, I'm sorry.” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com), and your support is my biggest motivation.)