Chapter 1220: Are you still feeling guilty?
Half an hour later, Linger stood on the podium in the classroom, facing the clear and curious eyes below. For a moment, he felt trance-like, as if he had returned to the past, still a history teacher in the fifth grade white frost grass class of St. Lowood National School. In his class, there were orphans raised by welfare institutions, as well as newspaper boys and milkmen on the streets. The education policy of the church union gave them the opportunity to access knowledge and change their destiny. At that time, Mr. Ronning Laville, the tribune of the city parish committee, also said to the young people: “We do this because we are full of confidence in everyone’s future.”

Therefore, an orphan raised in an orphanage may become a doctor or lawyer, and the newspaper boy and milkman on the street may become a future physicist or engineer. Humans are born with uncertainty, and they cannot foresee the accidents that may happen in their lives. The meaning of education is to consolidate the foundation of reality and establish the direction of the future. Linger occasionally thinks of the serious tribune, and wonders where he is now and whether he still agrees with this truth.

But the children of St. Lowood National School are the future of mankind. Are these children not part of the future of mankind? For this huge population, the fate is always the same and inseparable. If the Order Union has not faced this point, it means that their education policy is nothing but self-deception.

A long time has passed, and the young man will still make the same choice. The difference is that at that time he just wanted to get a new job that could support himself and his sister, but now he suddenly has a strong urge to see what the future of mankind will be like. If it is different from what the cult promised, then, even if it is an extremely difficult path, he still has to correct it.

When someone brings hope, the orphans in the welfare home will not give in to depravity, but may become doctors or engineers and change their destiny. Then, the orphans trapped by the war should not live only for hatred. Among them will emerge tomorrow’s farmers, blacksmiths, carpenters, poets, soldiers, generals or priests… He understands that the future does not only have great ideals.

The young man looked at the children under the podium, as if he saw in them something that he had always lacked and could not make up for. He saw the familiar desire for knowledge, the dreams of the past, and Ieta, Leticia, and Shemy mixed in, forced by their respective guardians to receive re-education courses; finally, he even saw Alice, the genius gamer holding her game console, crouching in a corner of the classroom, her eyes rolling, and no one knew what she was thinking.

Linger’s mouth twitched, guessing that she was too bad at playing games and was disliked by Mitch and Kadora, so she simply changed her target and wanted to find a few new playmates with similar skills among these children. Having said that, as long as she didn’t make a lot of noise and disrupt the order in class, the young people would turn a blind eye and pretend that they didn’t see it.

He opened the textbook and said to the children, “My name is Lingge, and from now on, I will be your history teacher. However, I will not teach you the history of a certain civilization, a certain country or a certain continent. That is too far away for you now. Therefore, what I want to tell you is how to understand your significance to the world through studying history. Human beings are the creators and definers of history, and you are part of humanity. In other words, each of you has the possibility to create and define your own history, depending on whether you have such will. But this question cannot be answered through simple learning. It is not in the textbook, and I cannot tell you. Everything can only be figured out by you. Maybe we will not be together for a long time, but I look forward to you being able to tell me an answer during this time. It does not have to satisfy me, as long as you have a clear conscience.”

The young man’s tone was calm and steady, but the children seemed to understand but not quite. This was natural because they were the future, not the present. What they didn’t understand now, they would definitely understand someday in the future, right?
Outside the classroom, Saint Shallia watched this scene, and for some reason, she looked somewhat relieved.

“You should feel relieved now, right?”

Xinuo stood beside her, chuckled and teased, “I said Lingge would be fine. He looks no different from my mentor in college. Well, although he is much younger than my mentor, his students are not overconfident and don’t think they need to be disciplined. So there won’t be any problems.”

Xino even had a hunch that even if the students he faced were a group of his peers, this young man would have a way to make them obedient. Some people are born with the ability to convince others, and Lingge was undoubtedly one of the best. This might be related to his childhood experience.

Saint Xia Liya retracted her gaze, nodded to Xinuo, and replied softly: “Well, I feel relieved now.”

“Really? But your eyes don’t say that.” The young knight had long noticed the trace of sadness hidden between her brows. The degree of the slight frown was absolutely difficult to detect unless one was sensitive. Xino thought that she was not as good at perceiving other people’s inner emotions as Ling Ge, but years of knight training had given her an extraordinary intuition and keen observation ability. Therefore, the mood that Saint Xia Liya tried hard to hide was clearly seen by her.

“What are you worried about, Xia?”

Xinuo glanced into the classroom, with a subtle smile on his face, as if he had remembered something interesting: “Are you worried that Lingge will be too busy as a teacher and won’t have time to accompany you in the future?”

However, Saint Shalia shook her head and denied it: “No, I’m worried about something else.”

Another thing? In other words, you were worried at first?
Xinuo thought to himself, but wisely did not bring it up, and then asked, “What is it? Do you mind sharing it with me?”

In fact, she heard that Saint Xia Liya had the desire to confide, so she asked this question. Usually, she would stop the topic here and try not to touch other people’s privacy, especially emotional ones, which are too complicated. Even if you ask me, I don’t understand.

Fortunately, Saint Xia Liya’s thoughts were simpler than she thought.

“Just… are you worried about whether you can become a qualified teacher?”

Saint Xia Liya said hesitantly: “These children come to class with hopes and dreams, which means that the knowledge we teach them will change their destiny. I never doubt Lingge’s ability. Even if he has only been a teacher for a month, he must be the best teacher in the world. But what about me? Can I take on such a responsibility and treat every child fairly, so that everyone with hopes and dreams can get what they want? I… am not sure. Xino, what do you think?”

After the school was built, she and Xino would be teachers here – to be precise, most people on Yunjingkong Island, as long as they were capable, would come to get involved. Saint Xia Liya was the teacher of astrology and philosophy, Xino was the teacher of physical education, mathematics, riding and gardening, Sister Livia was the teacher of theology, Olvera was in charge of literature, Rorona was in charge of physics and chemistry, the boss lady was the teacher of magic and magical botany, and even a certain bartender shamelessly mixed herself into a so-called home economics teacher. Saint Xia Liya knew what that guy would teach in her class with her lamb brain.

Although this makes the schedule look messy, it does give these children unlimited possibilities. They don’t need to learn every subject well, as long as they specialize in one of them and understand it thoroughly. In the future, even if they lose the protection of the Ash Guerrillas, they will be able to live an ordinary and stable life, right?
“Is that what you think?” Xino’s expression was a little strange.

“Shouldn’t I think so?” Saint Xia Liya asked back in confusion. “I think your understanding may be a little biased.” Xinuo said bluntly: “Look at the expressions of those children again. They are not expressions of hope and dreams. They should be said to be… confused and bewildered. That’s right, they didn’t come to class with hope and dreams as you said, but were driven by the current situation, confused about the future, confused about their own lives, and walked into this classroom with almost nothing. So, don’t try to guide them, Xiao Xia, in fact, you are a companion.”

“Companion?”

“That’s right. Accompany them through this most confusing and perplexing time. When they come out of it, they will find their future goals. This is not something we can control, so Lingge said, wait for you to give me an answer instead of letting him guide them to find the answer.” Xinuo turned around and smiled at the blue-haired girl: “I think this is what you are best at, Xiaoxia, after all, you are my sister.”

The eldest sister who has always been by everyone’s side, comforting Olvera when she can’t sleep, soothing Ieta when she is sad, teaching Leticia a lesson when she is upset, exposing Lorena when she is saying one thing and thinking another, and taking the initiative to approach Gloria and Bai Ye when they can’t fit in with the crowd.

Even Xino still remembered that the night Saint Xia Liya stayed at the Xiaduoli Manor, it was with her company that he poured out his thoughts for many years. A girl who feared death and was timid in fighting did not sound like the heir of the Gustave family. But she neither laughed at him nor questioned him, but gently encouraged him. From that time on, Xino had already vaguely identified this elder sister who was not related by blood with him.

In her opinion, as long as Saint Xia Liya plays herself, she is definitely the best teacher in the world and the kind of teacher that children love the most. She and Ling Ge have completely different styles. Maybe the young man was a pastor, so he is good at understanding people’s hearts and guiding human nature, but Saint Xia Liya also has her own advantages. There is no need to compare them.

“Have more confidence in yourself, Xia.”

She wanted to pat the girl on the head to show encouragement, but then she thought that this was not something a younger sister should do, so she suppressed the impulse and just said with a smile: “Don’t push yourself too hard. As a teacher, your pressure will also bring pressure to the students. I think that Lingge’s original intention of building this school should not be like that, right?”

When the young man’s name was mentioned, Saint Shallia’s originally hesitant expression suddenly became firm.

Yes, what Lingge wants to bring to these children is the power to walk out of sadness and smile. Even if they don’t learn anything in the end, as long as they can abandon the pain brought by the war and regain the courage to face reality, that is the greatest growth.

Accompany, grow, and then be reborn.

It was just like the journey that everyone had taken, Saint Shallia thought for no reason.

In fact, what she had never told Xinuo or anyone else was that she had a guilty feeling towards the young man, which started with the invitation to a trip. Although the young man made his own choices from beginning to end, he also did many things he was unwilling to do in the process.

He was unwilling to leave his peaceful life, but was forced to leave it; he was unwilling to care about other people’s emotions, but he always comforted and cared for those around him; he was unwilling to put his sister in danger, but he learned that she would have to take on a difficult responsibility. The young man felt that this was a kind of growth, as if he was finding back something he had lost, a smile or a tear. But in Saint Charity’s view, it should be called adaptation. He was always responding to other people’s expectations of him and adapting to a new life or goal.

This made his life very hard, harder than most people in the world. The girl had seen him alone in a daze late at night, or frowning in deep thought in the church more than once. Was he thinking about the next path? Was he hesitating about what means to use to achieve his goal? Did he feel tired and heavy sometimes? Obviously, it was himself and every girl who was closely related to Wang Quan who insisted on taking this path at the beginning, but in the end, it was this young man who was unwilling to embark on the journey who paid the most. Sometimes, Wang Quan, the girl, was confused, afraid, and dared not move forward. She had to rely on him to open her heart and regain the courage to face reality.

He shouldn’t have had such a hard life.

To this day, Saint Charity no longer thinks, “If only I hadn’t invited him to this journey,” that would be trampling on Lingge and everyone’s efforts, but she always can’t help thinking, “If only I could make him live a happier life.” For this, she is willing to do anything, but all along, the young man has never made any requests to her, he is as pure as a blank.

until today……

“Xiao Xia.” Xinuo next to him suddenly shouted.

“Huh?” The girl, whose thoughts were interrupted, gave him a puzzled look.

The knight with the snow-white ponytail smiled and stretched out a fist to her: “This is not your responsibility alone. So, let’s work together.”

Saint Xia Liya was silent for a while, then slowly stretched out her little fist and gently touched it with Xinuo’s fist: “Yes.”

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