Don't call me Master, call me Director

"Just look at your hairline. You must have drank a lot of water this year."

Low EQ: Your hairline is receding.

High EQ: You drink too much water in the UK.

Click.

There was a crack in the teacup in Kenneth's hand.

Chapter 45 Kenneth: Do you have a problem with me?

"My hairline is a hairstyle problem, it has nothing to do with hair volume."

As soon as Wei Bo opened the door of the office, he heard his teacher's argument like the roar of a dragon.

Without looking, Weber guessed that someone had come to the clock tower.

"Ah, I've been here, let's go first."

Without even a second of hesitation, Weber turned around and stepped out of the office, ready to close the door.

It's a pity that no matter how fast Weber's action was, it was one step too late.

"Weber, where do you want to go, kid?"

Kenneth stopped Weber directly.

"Forehead......"

Wei Bo's hand obviously paused, and he replied awkwardly: "I see that you are busy, teacher, so I am not going to disturb you."

Kenneth hooked his fingers and ordered, "Come in for me."

Weber wanted to struggle again: "Isn't that good? You and Mr. Matou make decisions, and when will I, an unknown person, intervene..."

"If you continue to push back, you will never want to inherit my research in this life!"

"You're threatening me with this again..."

Weber sighed deeply.

Even though he was willing, Weber resigned himself to his fate and walked into the office.

[I'm here for research. 】

Weber convinced himself that.

But he also knew that this was actually just an excuse.

The real reason was simply that he couldn't refuse his teacher's request.

At the beginning, my research was criticized by everyone, but the thesis defense was already perfect, answering everyone's questions.

But those high-ranking traditional magicians made things difficult for him just because of his bloodline, and even did not hesitate to attack him personally.

It was Kenneth who stood up for his views and recruited him as his student - although perhaps Kenneth did it simply because of his talent.

When everyone in the Clock Tower rejected him, talked about him, and humiliated him because of his thin bloodline as a magician, only this teacher was willing to support and protect him.

Although he never said it out loud, his gratitude has indeed been engraved in his heart, because this trust is already one of the rare warmths that Weber has in the Clock Tower.

Therefore, when Kenneth proposed to abandon the Minister of Ore Science and become the Minister of Modern Magic Science, when everyone could not understand the reason why Kenneth made this choice, Weber was the first person to stand up and support Kenneth's decision .

But no matter how much he supports his teacher, Weber feels that he still has to have a bottom line, and this bottom line is Shinji Matou.

At the beginning, it was because of this guy's bewitching that Kenneth gave up the ore department, which was the fourth among all departments, and went to the most advanced modern magic department.

Not only that, but every time I meet Shen Er, it means that I will be given a lot of work.

Although Weber is hardworking and willing to work, he is not an M. How could he like working so much that he doesn't even want to take a break.

In short, in Weber's eyes, Matou Shinji is a dog-headed military strategist who gives bad advice to his teacher, plus his own natural enemy.

Therefore, if possible, Weber very much hopes to avoid Shinji.

Especially not long ago in Cannes, he used Miss Flora to trick Shinji, which made Weber even more worried about how the other party would retaliate against him.

"Oh, Weber, don't look at me like that~ I'm not a devil."

Shinji, who was sitting on the sofa drinking tea, smiled what he thought was gentle.

Wei Bo patted the table and retorted loudly: "Come on! Demons are not as scary as you!"

【Teacher, why do you insist on me intervening? 】

After complaining, Weber secretly cast a puzzled look at Kenneth.

【You just have the heart to let Teacher and I suffer all by ourselves? 】

Kenneth rolled his eyes angrily.

[It seems that both of them are working hard. 】

Cheng Zi, who had already regarded herself as an office decoration, thought silently in her heart.

"Matou Shinji, you didn't come to me just to take my tea leaves, did you?"

Seeing that Shinji had been slowly tasting the black tea from just now until now, Kenneth, whose patience had reached its limit, finally spoke.

Snapped.

Shen Er didn't talk nonsense, and directly slapped the two FZ business proposals on the table.

"Here, my new work."

"Can't you just do that kind of thing yourself?"

Kenneth held his hairless forehead and sighed: "Didn't we agree at the beginning? I just ask about the specific content of your shooting, as long as you can ensure that your work meets the target."

"Because there will be two characters, you and Weber, in the story." Shen Er explained, "So I think it's better to ask for your opinion, whether you should play the role yourself, or let someone else (Yan Qing) act on your behalf."

"Wait, why do you only ask the teacher when there are roles for the two of us?"

Noticing something was wrong, Weber hastily interrupted.

Shinji said as a matter of course: "What are you talking about, Weber? As the face and kanban guy of the modern magic department, you naturally want to play the role yourself."

"Then why can the teacher hire someone to act on his behalf?"

"Your teacher is the dean of the school. There are many things to do, so you may not be free."

"..."

Weber really wanted to say that he was much busier than his teacher, but under Kenneth's threatening gaze, he really couldn't say it.

Seeing that his apprentice was very knowledgeable, Kenneth nodded in satisfaction, and he picked up the proposal book on the coffee table and started to read it.

"Since Matou Shinji is so up-to-date, let me see how you plan to promote me."

Weber also picked up another business plan, and now, having resigned himself to his fate, he just wants to speculate how busy he will be by then through the business plan.

In the end, it doesn't matter if you don't read it, after reading the plan, Weber's whole body is Spartan.

"Shinji..."

Weber put down the proposal and silently lit a cigar.

"what?"

"Are we friends?"

"of course."

"Then why did you frame me?!"

Waver, who was sitting on the sofa, suddenly jumped up, grabbing Shinji's collar and shaking it vigorously.

"Steal the teacher's holy relic and fight against him in the Holy Grail War! How could I do such a thing!!"

Facing the frantic Weber, Shen Er said seriously: "Weber, calm down. This is just a movie project. People who are looking for a sense of reality in virtual stories must have something wrong in their brains."

"Then don't use your real name!"

"Matou Shinji! It seems that you are very dissatisfied with me!"

After reading the project proposal, Kenneth's expression was also not very good.

In fact, Kenneth would have a problem if he looked good.

After all, his encounters in the script are hard to describe in words. First, he was given to a tauren by his servants, and then he was beaten into a third-class cripple and could only move around in a wheelchair. Only at Saber's mercy can he die.

If a person can still laugh after going through all this, then he must be somewhat seriously ill in his head.

Not to mention, Kenneth also felt that Shen Er's script was connoting his dark history.

Kenneth gritted his teeth and said, "Shinji Matou, if you have any objections to me, please speak up. Don't beat around the bush like this."

"I don't have any complaints against you." Shen Er said very directly, "This is just edited out of the overall atmosphere of the story. Don't you see that my Matou family is even worse?"

"..."

Kenneth found himself really unable to refute.

Indeed, if he is just a personal tragedy, the Matou house is a coffee table full of cups (tragedy) and tableware (tragedy).

Now that Matou Shinji has become so ruthless that even his own house has been blackmailed, Kenneth finds it hard to say anything.

After all, the opponents had stabbed him three times and six times, and he was just backstabbing and screaming too loudly, so he was suspected of deliberately selling misery.

Weber next to him was smoking a cigarette. He believed that because Matou Kariya conspired with Shinji, there would be an ending in the script.

To sum up, the atmosphere of the story in Shen Er's mouth is simply farting, and Weber has reason to believe that Shen Er wrote it on purpose.

It's a pity that Kenneth spoke up before Weber reminded his teacher.

"Even if it's for the atmosphere, my fate is too miserable, right? To be beaten by a mercenary so that I can only sit in a wheelchair! I am the majestic clock tower monarch, don't I want to lose face?!"

Kenneth tries to save face for himself in the script.

"Isn't it normal for your academic school to lose to other practical schools?" Shen Er spread his hands, "Besides, what's wrong with sitting in a wheelchair, legs are just decorations, and the big shots on it won't understand."

"Then give me a wheelchair to see! Also, who is the big guy on it? Is there a big guy above me in this clock tower?"

Shen Er pointed to the ceiling: "Yes, Dean."

"Ghost knows if that old thing has gone into the coffin."

Although Kenneth said that he didn't care, but the volume was unconsciously lowered, it can be said that he said the most powerful words in the most cowardly tone.

Although the dean has not shown his face for many years, everyone still has an instinctive fear of him.

Kenneth glanced at the proposal again, a trace of hesitation flashed across his face.

"Matou Shinji, you won't be leaving soon, right?"

"Of course." Shen Er nodded, "Isn't it that FSN will be released in Europe and America soon? I'm going to wait for the first round of box office results to come out before leaving, so that I can abduct a group of magicians."

"Be careful when you abduct people, don't be beaten by their teacher." Weber reminded angrily.

"Don't worry, I absolutely abide by the voluntary principle." Shen Er drank all the black tea in the cup.

"Okay, I'll think about it again. I'll give you an answer then."

Kenneth nodded slightly. He put his hand on the proposal and rubbed it lightly.

"That's how it is." Shen Er patted his buttocks and stood up, "By the way, Weber. You can inform everyone that we will hold a meeting after the movie is released."

"I see."

While Shinji didn't say who "everyone" was, it was clear to Weber that he was referring to collaborators.

Before leaving, Shen Er still kindly said to Kenneth: "Hey, Kenneth, I really suggest that you stop drinking British water, if your hairline recedes like this, the lemon head will turn into tea leaves Damn, the image is no better than your wheelchair."

"Brat! Get lost! Don't think that you can do whatever you want because you are my collaborator!"

Amid Kenneth's roar, Shinji shrugged, pulled Chengzi and left the office with a smile.

"So, junior. Where are we going next?"

Cheng Zi glanced at the completely dark sky outside, and asked helplessly.

"If you don't say the last sentence, maybe you can spend a night in the modern magic department. I'm afraid we will sleep in the school courtyard now."

"What are you talking about, senpai. The night has just begun."

Shen Er held Cheng Zi's hand and said, walking along the corridor to the depths of the clock tower.