N-A-A Chapter 779 His Name is Caesar (4)
Chapter 779 His Name is Caesar (4)
"If you continue to be so careless about yourself, I will have no choice but to use force - effective immediately, you will be on a three-day mandatory leave, and during this time you are not allowed to set foot in the House of Religion!"
【what? 】
【what? 】
【what? 】
【Ah? No, it's like this?】
[Is this a teacher? Is this a university professor?]
[The teacher forced the students to rest... I must still be dreaming! Please wake me up, reality!]
[One person wrote in blood, wanting the same teacher! ]
[Why are my eyes blinded? Oh~ It turns out it's my jealousy... Shit! I want a teacher like that too!]
Upon hearing this "severe" punishment, Leila's eyes widened. Her eyes, which were originally filled with dark circles and looked a little haggard due to staying up late for a long time, now sparkled with a strange light, appearing particularly clear and anxious.
She frantically waved her hands, her voice trembling with pleading, "No, no! Teacher, please don't let me rest. I still have a paper to finish and experimental data to sort out... I can't stop!"
"Please, don't let me take a holiday!" She almost blurted out, her tone full of anxiety and uneasiness.
This girl, who was full of low self-esteem, was always unwilling to let the mentor who stood at the top of the Academy of Teachings be humiliated because of her.
Because of this, she buried herself in books and experiments day after day, burying all her fatigue and discomfort deep in her heart, and turning a blind eye to the overdraft of her body, as if as long as she didn't stop, she could prove her worth.
Therefore, in her opinion, being banned from entering the House of Ordinances and being forced to interrupt research is the most unbearable punishment.
Just as Leila was whispering almost pleadingly, a tall and slender figure quietly walked out of the room, walked into the lighted corridor with steady steps, and stood quietly in front of her.
The man stood in the corridor where the dim light was flowing. He was wearing a pure white robe woven like snow, hanging from his shoulders to his ankles. The material was as light as a windless cloud. When he walked, he seemed to be walking on the moon, without being stained by dust.
A circle of delicate and soft white fluff on the neckline quietly surrounds the jawline, trembling in the wind, just like the first snow falling on the branches, revealing a bit of loneliness in the softness and quietness.
Under the robe is a well-tailored black scholar's coat with neat shoulder lines and a slightly nipped waist, outlining an upright and well-proportioned figure, which makes him appear calm and wise, yet graceful and elegant.
The light blue medium-length hair is like pouring moonlight, hanging down on the shoulders like satin. The hair is shining with a cool luster in the dim light from the dome, as if immersed in the tranquility of the winter morning mist.
The face was as handsome as a painting, with clear but not sharp features. There was a faint sense of alienation between his brows, as if there was always a thin layer of frost separating him from this world.
A pair of deep blue eyes are like a lake of stars lying quietly in the depths of the cold night, deep as the abyss, with a cold light rippling. Just a slight glance, it feels like a biting cold wind passing through the heart, making people hold their breath and dare not look directly.
On his drooping wrist, quietly wrapped around was a bracelet carefully crafted from the Eye of the Ice God.
The crystal clear ice crystal structure extends like frost flowers, and the core of the Eye of God inside pulsates slightly, emitting a light blue cold light.
—Caesar, the Sage of the Decree
【Ah ah ah ah! 】
【Husband! Husband! Husband!】
[There is only Jun Bai in my heart...but now I feel like I can have a pair of wings!]
[Stylish man! Stylish man! I can already see his abs!]
[Uh... is it my imagination? It's clearly an independent model, but this face really feels familiar.]
"Is he the legendary Caesar the Sage? He looks so young, almost like a young man in his early twenties. I originally thought he would be an old scholar with white hair and wrinkles all over his face."
"But I remember... wasn't he already in charge of an important position in the House of Lords five hundred years ago?"
Paimon looked up at the figure that slowly walked out of the quiet room and spoke in a low voice.
"Appearance and age don't necessarily match."
Ying chuckled and whispered back, "Look at Jun Bai, Zhongli, Xianyun, Mingyuan... Which one of them isn't over a thousand years old? And yet, they all look younger than the next."
After saying that, Ying looked at Caesar carefully, and asked a question at that unfamiliar face: "By the way...is it my illusion?"
"This is obviously the first time I've met this Caesar Sage."
"But why do I feel like he looks familiar?"
At this time, Tinari turned around quietly, put his slender fingers lightly on his lips, and made a "silence" gesture to them.
The two immediately understood and shut their mouths tacitly, as if they were cast under a silencing magic, and fell into silence at the same time.
Deep in the corridor, Caesar stood silently, his gaze fixed on Leila like a cold pond, without a word. The air seemed to freeze, even the light and shadows slowed to a crawl.
Leila was so nervous that her fingertips trembled slightly, her legs rubbed against each other unconsciously, and she couldn't help but lower her head.
The toes of the high heels that fit the arch of the foot gently tapped the cold marble floor, making a subtle and anxious sound.
After a long time, so long that even breathing seemed a luxury, Caesar finally uttered a single word: "Book."
"Huh? Oh! Right, right!"
Leila suddenly came to her senses and hurriedly handed over the heavy book she was holding tightly in her arms.
Caesar took the heavy book, his brows still cold, his voice as sharp as frost and snow: "If you don't want to be locked up by me, go back and rest well!"
"No more staying up late to write papers, and no more secretly looking up information! Do you understand?"
Leila shrank her shoulders like a frightened bird and nodded timidly: "Yes... yes, teacher..."
Caesar snorted coldly, then raised his chin and gestured to the end of the corridor: "Let's go."
His tone suddenly became more serious, with unquestionable majesty:
"Don't think I don't know your little tricks—pretending to obey but secretly disobeying. Promising on the surface while continuing to work hard behind the scenes."
"I advise you not to try those little tricks."
"I will monitor your sleep data in real time through your Void Terminal. If I discover that you sleep less than ten hours a day..."
His eyes were like knives:
"I will come to your room myself and weld the lock on your door."
"do you understand?"
Leila almost trembled, her voice as weak as a mosquito's: "I understand..."
"Now that you understand, why don't you go back quickly?"
"Rest for ten, twenty hours, or even better, a full day before coming to the Ministry of Religious Affairs to revise your thesis!"
Caesar suddenly glared, his eyes like lightning.
Leila trembled all over and turned around to flee as if in a state of panic. Her steps were so messy that it seemed as if there was a dragon chasing her.
In a blink of an eye, it disappeared around the corner at the end of the corridor, leaving only an echo that lingered in the empty corridor for a long time.