Chapter 791: The Mentor Returns

Of course, Joan could see that this ball of light was the magical manifestation of the 3-ring "SMS", loaded with the information that the caster was trying to convey to him.

The question is, at such a time, who would write to him?

Joan hesitated for a moment, and finally reached out to hold the light ball, and a wave of thoughts came into his mind.

Joan received the letter silently, and his face became very strange afterwards.

The "short message technique" was sent by Duoer, informing him that Professor Moriarty had just returned to school and asking him to go to the laboratory immediately.

Professor Moriarty, I need to chat with him about that paper.

Joan dared not refuse to be summoned by the tutor, so he had to bite the bullet and go back to school.

Knocking on the door of the laboratory room, Joan walked in with trepidation, and didn't even bother to look up at Duo'er who opened the door for her.

At this moment, there is only one thing on his mind, how to explain to his mentor that he was reprimanded by the editor-in-chief of the "Aofa Review" for the embarrassing incident.

"Good afternoon, my dear student."

Professor Moriarty's hearty laughter echoed in Joan's ears.

He quickly raised his head and bowed to the instructor.

Professor Moriarty was dressed casually at home, with jodhpurs and riding boots, a white shirt on the upper body and a black pullover sweater, holding a cup of coffee, with his left hand in his trouser pocket, nodding and smiling at Joan.

"Come and sit, Joan, and tell me what spell you have cast to make Alva Tinney so angry."

Professor Moriarty sat on the sofa, crossed his legs, and beckoned Joan to sit down and chat.

"Haha! That old guy even made a special trip to the ski resort, grabbed my collar in public, and scolded me all over his face."

"It's really inexplicable. What qualifications does he have to accuse me of not being worthy of a teaching position?"

"But looking back, it seems that I did not fulfill my responsibilities as a teacher."

Professor Moriarty touched his nose, showing a rare shame.

Duo'er was holding the mahogany tea tray, standing behind Mr. Professor's sofa, pursing her lips and giggling, as if she thought it was very interesting for her master to be scolded.

Professor Moriarty turned his head and glared at Duoer pretending to be majestic.

The Pleasure Golem quickly put away its smile, hugged the tea tray, turned around and slipped back to the kitchen.

"Although old man Tennyson is nosy, he is not the kind of guy who makes trouble out of nothing. There must be some reason for this, Joan, when old man Tennyson yelled at me, he seemed to have mentioned your name. Perhaps you can tell me something about the matter."

"Are you sure that Mr. Tennyson mentioned my name?" Joan looked suspiciously at the mentor.

"Although I was half drunk at the time, I couldn't even mishear the name of my only student." Professor Moriarty shrugged and spread his hands.

"But I don't know any Mr. Tennyson."

"Alva Tennyson, the executive director of the Offal Law Society of Vales, and the current editor-in-chief of the editorial department of the Offal Law Review, do you really have no impression?"

Professor Moriarty reminded patiently.

Joan's face suddenly turned pale, and then flushed.

He remembered that the signature "A·T" on the rejection letter was the initials of "Alva Tennyson"!

Because of this rejection letter, Joan suffered an unprecedented blow.

But he never expected that the editor-in-chief would be so hot-tempered that he scolded him as an author in the letter without finishing his meal, and even went to his mentor to protest in person.

The more Joan thought about it, the more she felt ashamed and blamed herself, tears rolled in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, Teacher, I'm the one who got you involved."

"Just last week, I submitted the paper I wrote to the journal "Offa Review."

"I got a reply this morning."

"Mr. Tennyson, the editor-in-chief of the journal, severely criticized me in his reply, pointing out that I made many serious mistakes in the paper."

"But I didn't expect that even if the manuscript was rejected, he would go to you to sue... I'm sorry, it's all my fault."

Qiao An couldn't continue, and finally resisted the urge to choke.

Professor Moriarty silently listened to his ins and outs of the whole incident without making any comments. He got up and walked to the hanger, took out a handkerchief from his coat pocket, and handed it to Joan.

Joan raised her head in embarrassment, took the handkerchief handed over by her instructor, and hurriedly wiped the wet corners of her eyes.

"Do you still have that letter?"

Professor Moriarty asked softly.

Joan nodded, and quickly took out Mr. Tennyson's rejection letter from his pocket.

Professor Moriarty took the letter, scanned it quickly, his face became more and more gloomy, and suddenly tore the letter to pieces, crumpled it into a ball, threw it on the ground, and trampled on it.

"What the hell!"

"Mean old bastard!"

"Damn old thing!"

"Writing a letter to a child, can you use such vicious words? You deserve to die!"

Joan was overwhelmed by the tutor's fury.

Duo'er heard cursing in the kitchen, and hurried to the door, looking into the living room with concern in her eyes.

Professor Moriarty was like a violent tiger in a cage, pacing back and forth in the living room, swearing endlessly.

After a long time, he gradually calmed down, unbuttoned his collar, and took a deep breath.

"Teacher, calm down, Mr. Tennyson cannot be blamed for this..."

"I also know that I don't blame Tennyson, but it doesn't prevent me from scolding him behind his back and venting my anger."

Professor Moriarty's majestic rogue behavior made Joan a little dumbfounded.

Duo'er hid at the kitchen door, covered her mouth and sneered. Seeing that the master had calmed down and returned to his rogue nature, the worry in her eyes dissipated.

"Generally speaking, you are not to blame for this matter, nor can Tennyson be blamed for overreacting. The person who should be really responsible is me."

Professor Moriarty patted his chest.

"It's my fault that I just wanted to have fun and didn't read the paper as soon as I received it. Instead, I said some irresponsible words and encouraged you to submit it at will."

"Old Man Tennyson, accuse me of not fulfilling my duties as a supervisor, neither teaching you thesis writing skills nor reviewing your articles. This is indeed my fault, and it is irrefutable."

"But having said that, as the editor-in-chief, old man Tennyson didn't need to write a rejection letter himself, let alone ask me to ask him to blame him, but he just did this. Joan, why do you think this is?"

Professor Moriarty looked deeply at his student, his gray-blue eyes, which had subsided from anger, became deep and wise again.

"Mr. Tennyson is a responsible and good editor."

Thinking of the resentment she had for Mr. Tennyson for the harshly worded rejection letter, Joann couldn't help feeling deeply ashamed.

"This is only part of the reason, and the more important factor is that old man Tennyson actually appreciates your outstanding talent in your thesis, as well as your precocious wisdom and your enthusiasm for academic research, all of which show a genius Scholar's potential."