Today was Hewitt's first day at work.
In the first two days of class, his course was filled with four hundred students, much higher than the limit for most elective courses, as the school had allocated the largest classroom to him.
In fact, the vast majority of students didn't know the level of his class, but their teachers had already received the news, and after a few teachers secretly reminded their favorite students, the whole school was caught up in a course registration frenzy.
Not far from Dickinson Tower.
Two beautiful figures were walking and laughing, followed by a neatly dressed male student.
Aiona waved her hand:
"Mr. Hewitt."
Hewitt walked over to the girls:
"Are you going to class?"
Hewitt glanced at the man beside him, if he remembered correctly, he was also his student.
Kerry greeted Hewitt with a smile:
"Yes, we're going to our folklore class. Are you going to Dickinson Tower to teach, Mr. Hewitt?"
Hewitt nodded:
"That's right."
