Online Games: Opening Confession of Underage Noble Daughter

"Oh, I will apply to the dean. Tomorrow, Victor's courses will be handed over to me."

"As for you, pack your things early and get out of the academy!"

Like a proud rooster, Professor Devon looked up at Hernie with contempt, and walked away swaggeringly.

Heni was left standing quietly at the corner with a book in her arms.

Her brain was confused and she could only subconsciously walk towards the class.

Just after stepping into the first class, the originally not too noisy voice also quieted down.

The students saw the familiar assistant Heni, and no one reacted too much.

These days, when Professor Victor left, Assistant Professor Heni's teaching ability had been generally recognized by all students.

But there seems to be something wrong with today's teaching assistant.

The usual ease and cordiality were gone, replaced by absent-mindedness and a scowl.

Honey stepped onto the podium heavily and placed the thick books on the podium.

She glanced at the students below, and specifically looked at the front seat.

There was Erica's place, and at this moment, it was empty.

Like Professor Victor, Erica hasn't been to school for a long time since the mages left the capital.

The two disappeared together as if agreed upon, leaving Heni with no one to talk to.

She desperately wants to know the truth of the matter, including whether Victor is really dead.

But Erica wasn't there, and she didn't have any sources.

So Heni could only start the lecture with a forced smile.

In any case, the courses of these students cannot be left behind.

"Okay, this class we are going to talk about is "About the Composition of Traditional Magic Patterns of the Empire"..."

Soon, Heni got into the mood again, and the students in the audience listened attentively.

Everything seemed so smooth.

Halfway through the class, Heni was reading literature and suddenly froze.

The content of the book was covered by a line of black text, wriggling like life on the pages.

Hernie was startled and the book hit the podium hard.

The black text kept extending its tentacles and spreading around, as if it would wrap around Heni's body in the next second.

The words scattered on the book gradually became frantic, crazily longing for something.

The text remains unchanged——

'Do you want power? '

Heni couldn't bear it anymore. She suddenly slapped the desk and shouted angrily:

"I do not need!"

At this moment, there was silence in the classroom, and the students were all stunned. They didn't know what kind of stimulation Assistant Professor Heni had received, and why she suddenly became so excited.

After venting her anger, Heni finally realized what she was doing. She could only lower her head, bow to the students and say sorry.

Then he picked up the book and finished the lesson absent-mindedly.

After the bell rang, Heni didn't even announce the end of get out of class and rushed out the door immediately holding her books.

Walking on the road, Heni lowered her head and said nothing.

She felt that many people around her were staring at her, which made her feel a little bored.

Heni suddenly looked back, and the passers-by around were either hurrying, or looking down at the book, or telling jokes in pairs, and no one was staring at her.

Perhaps Professor Devin's words today affected her mentality.

Hernie tried very hard not to think about Victor. Until now, she still hoped that Professor Victor was not dead.

The only person who cares about her in this academy is Victor.

"stop."

A cold and proud voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Herni's body trembled, and she turned around.

What she saw was Professor Devon.

Professor Devin held a contract arrogantly and threw it in front of Heni.

Heni picked it up and looked at it, unable to believe it.

What is written clearly above is:

'Since Professor Victor has been unable to return to the college for a long time, the next class of classes will be taken over by Professor Devin. '

Seeing this, Hernie's body trembled slightly and her face became much pale. She looked at Professor Devin in disbelief.

Professor German in front of him looked at Heni with a triumphant look on his face, and said:

"As a professor, I have the right to expel a teaching assistant like you who is not even a mage."

"Starting tomorrow, you don't have to come to the academy anymore!"

Suddenly, an astonishing flame rose from the book in Heni's hand, like a poisonous snake, it crazily devoured it.

No matter how Heni thumped, the burning pain in her hands could not be extinguished.

She was so anxious that she was about to cry, and her voice sounded like she was crying:

"No! No!"

But the flame of magic is not so easy to extinguish.

In the end, Hernie, who resisted to no avail, knelt on the ground in grief. She was covered in dust, and the book filled with her knowledge was reduced to ashes.

That was her only hard work, her knowledge, and her dream.

They were all burned up in the flames.

More and more people gathered on the roadside, but no one came forward to comfort him.

No one would care about a small teaching assistant, especially one with a disheveled appearance like her.

Professor Devon humiliated her in public and left with satisfaction.

From beginning to end, he never put Heni in his eyes.

This is the hostility of others towards Victor.

After Hernie became Victor's assistant, they transferred their hostility towards Victor to Hernie.

Even if she is just an innocent teaching assistant.

In the eyes of others, Heni is an obvious punching bag.

When these people bullied her, they had no psychological burden at all.

At this time, those black words rose up again as if the ground was possessed, dark and deep.

The difference is that they have become more violent, more twisted, and more torn.

As if carrying an ominous messenger, she appeared in front of Heni again.

'Do you want power? '

This time, Hernie's answer was:

"I want power, I want power if I can..."

She hated her own incompetence, her own weakness.

It was him who held Professor Victor back.

She doesn't want to go on like this anymore.

After Heni answered, the black text stopped moving as if frozen, and dissipated like a gust of wind.

So Hernie waited.

She hoped that a force could suddenly descend upon her.

She wished she wasn't so easily bullied by others.

She hopes that she can help Professor Victor better and help people who care about her.

Finally, one second, two seconds, three seconds...

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"Haha! Look, she really believes it!"

"I knew it, just like what Professor Devon said. If a waste like her has no talent, if she sees a shortcut to become stronger, she will definitely believe it!"

"The guy who wants to get something for nothing, only thinks about whether he can become stronger every day. But he won't even put in the slightest effort!"

The sound of ridicule sounded from all around, and several students jumped out of the grass, holding their stomachs and laughing in front of Heni.

The laughter was like a sharp knife of ridicule that pierced Henie's internal organs. Unspeakable grievances surged into her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

Honey lowered her head and buried her face in her robe.