Chapter 469 The Teacher And The Student


    Larissa had mentioned multiple times, “You’re now a teacher at the academy. You must be very busy.


    There’s no need to go out of your way to apany me.”


    Her underlying message was, “A simple greeting is sufficient. You should hurry on your way!”


    To her surprise, Darrell responded, “I’m not busy at all. No matter how busy I am, I’m never as


    upied as Vice–Chancellor Diaz. Besides, since you started training at the Central Chanaean Martial


    Arts Alliance, you rarelye back. I must make sure to keep youpany when you do.”


    Darrell insisted on following her. Larissa had no choice. Eventually, she had a sudden idea and decided


    to call Emrys.


    After Emrys finished dealing with the Langford family matters, he came over and acted as Larissa’s


    boyfriend.


    Larissa had thought that after this, Darrell would naturally leave. Little did she expect him to


    audaciously continue following her around for a grand tour of the campus.


    However, he was her senior, so she found it difficult to be too direct.


    “Yes, he finally left!”


    Larissa had just let out a sigh of relief when a sudden sigh came from the side. The source of the


    sound was none other than Vaughn.


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    Both of them immediately looked at him.


    Emrys joked, “Chancellor Diaz, so you also find that fool annoying, huh?”


    “That fool ispletely senseless–Ahem, young man, don’t speak nonsense. Mr. Holt is quite talented


    in many aspects.”


    “Vice–Chancellor Diaz, you identally revealed your true thoughts just now!” Larissa yfully stuck


    out her tongue.


    Vaughn didn’t feel ufortable when an adorable girl called him “Vice–Chancellor Diaz.”


    However, he thought it was intentional when it came from Darrell’s mouth.


    What bad luck!


    In the chancellor’s office, a woman dressed in a silver–white business attire sat at her desk, reading


    through documents. Her appearance was far from ordinary, her demeanor exceptionally outstanding,


    and her maturity subtly tinged with intellectuality.


    She was the chancellor of the Jipsdale Martial Arts Academy, Hazel Mapleton, and also Larissa’s


    martial arts instructor.


    Hazel’s cultivation was not considered top–notch, but she possessed a wealth of theoretical


    knowledge. She had guided numerous outstanding students, with Larissa being the most


    representative.


    This was the reason why Hazel, at such a young age, held the


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    position of chancellor. She even surpassed Vaughn, who was older and more experienced.


    Of course, this was just one aspect.


    Hazel also had a strong background. Her father, Pascal, was the chief protector of the Jipsdale Martial


    Arts Alliance Headquarters.


    Who would dare to disrespect her?


    The assistant knocked and entered. “Ms. Mapleton, they have arrived.”


    When Hazel had just returned, her assistant informed her that Larissa hade to visit and had been


    waiting for a good part of the day.


    Hazel was an approachable person. It had been a while since shest saw Larissa, so she was about


    to greet her at the door when Larissa’s voice suddenly rang out. “Ms. Mapleton, you’ve just returned.


    Please, sit down and rest. Don’t tire yourself out.”


    Larissa, Emrys, and Vaughn had already arrived at the office.


    “I’m not that fragile, you know. But you, youngdy, have been away for such a long time without


    visiting me.”


    Hazel walked up to Larissa with a smile, taking her hand. Their rtionship didn’t resemble that of a


    teacher and student. It was more like they were sisters.


    Larissa said, “Well, I’m back, aren’t I? Besides, it hasn’t been a long time since I graduated, less than


    two years.”


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    “Really? Why do i feel like it’s been so long since you graduated?”


    “Ms. Mapleton, are you suggesting that I’m old?”


    “Absolutely not. You look exactly the same as when I first met you. It’s truly admirable.”


    “The same can be said for you, Ms. Mapleton. Just a little while ago, while I was walking around the


    campus, I overheard someone praising you as a timeless icon!”


    Upon meeting, the two immediately started showering each other withpliments. However, their


    words were not unfounded. Hazel was actually thirty–seven years old, but she appeared to be in her


    early thirties.