Chapter 1180
The newly appointed dean of the Shakuntala Academy wore a wide, pleased smile after receiving news that his academy’s professors had finally contacted him following the conference.
They had thoroughly prepared for the event, so there was no way the results could be anything but stellar. That meant their progress reports would ultimately come back as accomplishments on his own record.
“The invention presentation should be over by now, and the paper presentation was probably flawless.”
The academy’s rising prestige directly reflected his capability as a dean. It also meant an increase in the funding Shakuntala would receive.
He smiled warmly as he answered a call from Professor Toffsmann, who had been the first to reach out.
“Oh, Professor Toffsmann. So, how did it go? Ah, no need to say a word. How could I not recognize the professors’ hard work? It must’ve been a perfect success, yes? Hahaha.” Smiling ear to ear, he spoke whatever joyous words came to his head. That’s how good he felt.
However, what Professor Toffsmann said next practically wiped the smile right off his face.
- Dean. I apologize, but starting with this conference, I plan to take about two years off for personal research.
“What—such an extreme joke! Haha, I know I may be new to this position, but don’t tease me too much.”
- This isn’t a joke. I’ve given it a lot of thought, and this is the conclusion I came to.
His tone indicated that he wasn’t joking. Only then did the dean stop laughing awkwardly, like a mana-depleted artifact.
“Professor Toffsmann...”