Chapter 2360
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Everyone was shocked by the terrifying talent that Little Guai had unintentionally revealed.
Meg knew that Little Guai was the reincarnation of the sea god, after all. Her natural strength was not outrageous, but she was still unable to control the energy in her body stably.
However, this was a serious matter. Although he trusted Crassus and Julian very much, he still did not want Little Guai's identity to be exposed too quickly.
"So Little Guai is good at water magic. Then it's naturally best for her to learn magic from Gina," Meg said with a smile.
"Okay. Then Little Guai will learn magic from Mother," Gina quickly said.
"Yes, yes. Little Guai likes magic." Little Guai nodded and threw the matter of school to the back of her mind.
Meg asked Irina to help repair the crack on the ceiling with magic. The restaurant suffered from Little Guai's finger snap earlier, but it did not startle the customers who were queuing outside. The restaurant opened as usual.
After the morning service, Meg brought a set of kitchen utensils and rode his bicycle to Hope School with Yabemiya.
Barbara and Shirley's class was scheduled for Tuesday, so they did not have to go to class today.
"Mr. Mak, you're here for class too?" Meg bumped into Vivian, who had just alighted from the carriage when he arrived at the school gate.
"Yes, Miss Vivian." Meg nodded with a smile. "Here, please call me Miss Meg."
Vivian looked at Meg, who was wearing a chef's uniform, and nodded with a smile. "Okay, Miss Meg."
Then her gaze landed on Yabemiya, and her eyes lit up. "Mia, this outfit really suits you."
"Thank you." Yabemiya's face lit up with joy.
She was wearing a black office lady's outfit. She was very capable, but also had a hint of sexiness. She looked just like a little secretary.
"Mia is my teaching assistant," Meg introduced.
"You're the only one in our school who has a teaching assistant." Vivian winked at Meg.
Meg was slightly surprised and asked, "Don't those old professors have any?"
"No." Vivian shook her head. "Not even Chaos School."
"This …" Meg muttered. He felt that this school was a little different from what he had imagined.
If no one else had one but he did, it would be a little too conspicuous.
"It's okay. I've already reported it to the principal. She allowed it," Meg said matter-of-factly.
It wasn't that he wanted to show off, but as a new teacher, he was worried that he wouldn't be able to control the situation if he were to teach a hundred students at once. Thus, he got Mia to assist him.
Moreover, she could also help with many chores.
Vivian looked at Meg with some envy and said, "Luna really spoils you. I'll also ask her to apply and see if she can find a teaching assistant to help me grade my homework."
"We're in a hurry. We'll go in first." Meg glanced at his watch. After passing the teacher's door plate to the guard at the side for verification, he walked in with Mia.
"I heard that more than 400 students have signed up for your class. It's the most popular course this year," Vivian exclaimed as she caught up with them quickly.
"This shows that the children's eyes are sharp." Meg smiled.
"Keep showing off. I feel like I'm going to break down when I'm teaching 40 to 50 children. These 100 brats are squeezing into the kitchen." Vivian looked at Meg sympathetically. "Good luck."
Meg stopped in his tracks. He felt an inexplicable pressure as he looked at Vivian's back view walking towards the teaching building.
More than 100 children, a big kitchen …
Meg thought about the scene seriously, and his expression became unnatural.
I've miscalculated. I shouldn't have taken in so many students at the beginning …
"Boss, I think you should have brought Sister Gina. She's the best at handling such situations," Mia said with a smile.
Meg was silent. Gina was indeed the nemesis of brats, but she had to stay at home to take care of the children.
"It's okay. We can handle it too. It's just a bunch of kids." Meg smiled as he cheered Mia on. They walked towards the building of the Chef Practical Training Center.
From afar, Meg saw hundreds of children lining up in front of the building. There were also a few teachers and kitchen aunties helping to measure their height.
There was a row of pots in front of the height measuring project. The pots were half filled with water. The children went forward one by one and tried their best to lift the pots.
"Kozmo, you're not tall enough. Work harder next time."
"Garfield, you're not strong enough. Eat more and train more."
"Isaac, you're tall and strong enough! Pass! "
…
Following the announcement, the children who were eliminated walked to the side dejectedly and were brought back to the classroom by the teachers. Meanwhile, the children who were accepted were led to the empty space in front of the building excitedly.
Meg glanced around. There were only about 30 children who passed.
At this moment, there were less than 100 children who were still measuring their height.
"Did I set the bar too high?" Meg frowned. The situation was different from what she had imagined.
"They're too skinny. They look much smaller than children of the same age." Yabemiya looked at the children with pity. She had gone through a similar period in the past. There was no food and she was always hungry.
"Teacher Meg." A teacher walked over quickly from the crowd. "You're here."
"Teacher Hilla." Meg nodded with a smile. She looked at the children and said, "Is this a screening?"
"Yes. The principal said you were busy and asked us to screen the children according to your requirements." Hilla nodded. She looked at the children and said regretfully, "But most of these children are not well developed. Not many of them meet the requirements for height and strength."
"Are the rest of the children here?" Meg asked.
"Yes. We have been screening for an hour. There are more than 400 students. Those who did not meet the requirements have returned to the classroom or went to the next teacher's practical training class." Hilla nodded.
Meg glanced at the remaining children. There were only about 10 of them who met his requirements. Most of them had thin arms and legs. They did not look like they could carry a heavy wok.
"Thank you for your hard work." Meg nodded slightly. It seemed like he could only recruit 30 to 40 students today.
However, Meg felt that this threshold was reasonable. He would let the children who did not meet the requirements grow. There was no need to rush.
If their height did not meet the requirements, it would be difficult to complete the class in front of the standardized stove.
It was the same if their strength did not meet the requirements. Being a chef was a physically demanding job.
Meg and Mia stood aside and did not interfere with the screening process.
Similar to Meg's estimation, the remaining children met the requirements for height and strength. Only eight of them met the requirements.
The number of children who made it to the shortlist was 38.
The elimination rate was more than 90%. Meg was surprised.
"Wait! Teacher! Can you give me a chance? I really can carry that wok! I want to be a chef! "At this moment, a young voice begged.
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