What does Professor Rope mean by that?
There is a big sense of self-exclusion.
This was the first thought of the students on the stage.
In fact, Rope said this basically means "We don't need a lot of people in this discipline, one or two researchers are enough, you can not easily come to get involved, we are not welcome!"
We've never seen a discipline that rejects so many people from Norman.
Normally, everyone is afraid that too few people will devote themselves to their own disciplines and cause them to wither away. As a result, Rope directly said that this subject is not something that ordinary people can learn well, so you'd better not commit yourselves to it easily.
Just when everyone was dumbfounded by Rope's statement. Another person raised his hand.
"Emm, the male student with the many earrings, what's your question?"
Rope asked after pointing the man up.
The studded male gave a smile that he thought was poised, then took the microphone and asked, "Professor Rope, I'd like to ask if I can interpret this statement you just made as meaning that you don't welcome our participation in your research."
The studded man had harbored a fire in his heart when he was disliked by Eri before the lecture began. So he hadn't actually been listening to Rope's theories, and he had been using his limited knowledge to find the holes in Rope's words.
Unfortunately, his knowledge was just too limited. What with this literature and that relic he hadn't even heard of it. So he simply couldn't find any loopholes in Rope's words.
And now, Rope's words naturally gave him a very good opening. He could start with that to disgust Rope.
The moment his words came out, the arena was in an uproar again.
The bosses in the front couldn't help but turn around, then frowned at this 'chic' dressed student.
The school leaders in the back row were in a state of shock. Who didn't know that the one on the stage right now was the future bull of the research world, or even the head of the bull's ear. Now that a student from Celadon University had offended him... wasn't that looking for death?
"Whose fucking student is this!" A leader with eyes had fire under his eyes, and roared in a low voice towards the teachers beside him without any regard for his image.
The teachers beside him were the teachers in charge of the various classes that came to the auditorium this time. Reprimanding them for having killed and not letting go.
One by one, the teachers bowed their heads, not daring to breathe a single breath. Only a male teacher who also wore glasses and had panic and despair on his face opened his mouth, then whispered feebly, "My student..."
"I want to see the results of the treatment this afternoon, either he get out, or you two leave together!"
The leader's eyes were filled with anger. Such a student who was obviously looking for trouble could do nothing but cause trouble for the school? Not expelled to stay for the New Year?
"His father is the vice mayor of Celadon City..."
The male teacher said helplessly.
The fire in the leader's eyes immediately subsided when he said this.
"So that's how it is." The leader muttered in a low voice.
"Right, I'm helpless too! Leader!"
The male teacher over here a leader finally understood how difficult it was for him and opened his mouth to sigh helplessly.
But he didn't notice that the colleagues around him were looking at him with eyes of pity.
"Okay, no more for you. This afternoon, no, after the class in a while you'll go and do your exit formalities."
"Okay... Leader what do you say?"
The male teacher was full of shock.
The leader looked at him with disgust: "I just where did the stupid students come from, so there is a stupid teacher. Our school's students are given to people like you to bring up is really no wonder we can't produce talents. Don't worry, this afternoon, you, your student, your student's vice mayor's father... can all pack up and leave."
After saying that, he did not say anything more, turned around and went to discuss how to deal with the aftermath of this matter with another leader who had a blue face.
The male teacher was dumbfounded, looking at the leader who turned away, the surrounding colleagues who looked pitiful, wanting to say something, but having no idea how to open his mouth.
The front Blue coldly grunted, the face of dissatisfaction overflowing.
The surrounding people's faces were not very good either, Cynthia frowned tightly, seemingly wondering where someone was going to offend Rope.
Rope, on the other hand, had a bemused look on his face. Looking at the smug-looking studded man, Rope said, "Emm, although you're a bit biased with this statement, I have to say that you have some truth to it."
The students on stage were once again in an uproar. And the bigwigs also turned their heads to Rope in unison, passing puzzled glances.
"Legendary Pokémon are generally very strong. Even the juvenile bodies are definitely not something that ordinary trainers can deal with. Although I don't know where you heard that I don't welcome students to engage in related research, I still have to say that students who are interested in this kind of research must think twice before doing so. After all, pursuing Legendary Pokémon could get you into big trouble if you don't have enough strength."
The studded man did not speak again.
He had been pressed tightly into his seat by the host, who had somehow released his Pokémon and Machop pressed him to the seat he was deadlocked in.
Rope didn't really know where the studded man's hostility toward him came from. But he also knew that he wasn't money, and that it wasn't possible for everyone to like him. And studded guy was really just a mole to him, not worth the extra effort.
Of course, he also knew that the guy would pay for his impulsiveness. Rope wasn't exactly a magnanimous person, and it was better to teach such people a lesson. So he didn't mention anything like 'this student's question is not bad' or something that could be used to excuse him.
Instead, he directly spoke: "Are there any other questions? If not, I'll continue on!"
Not wanting to mention this was naturally dissatisfaction. This everyone knew there was no need to mention it more.
The school leaders would agree, and so would the bigwigs underneath. It was clear that this studded man wouldn't end up very well.
And at this moment, another hand was raised.
"Oh, which female student over there, uh, the only one I have with a hand up, what's your problem." Rope recognized the little girl named Eri right away. He was also curious as to what questions the little girl would ask.
Eri fruited the microphone handed to her by the host from behind her, then glanced at the studded man with an expression of looking at a fool. Without caring much. She then opened her mouth and asked.
"Professor Rope, I can understand what you are saying. Pursuing Legendary Pokémon is dangerous and hopeful, so why do you have one that is persistent in its pursuit? And what is the meaning of the existence of our study, no, discipline?"
The scene fell into another double silence, and everyone in the room looked at Rope in unison.
Everyone was waiting for his answer.