Geralt found himself caught up in yet another unexpected hunting journey, but no one knew about it.
In the days that followed, as the teachers gradually settled in, the school was finally able to operate normally.
Although some specialized courses still lacked instructors, the basic subjects could be started.
For example, Natasha wanted to learn ballet. Su Ming thought there was nothing wrong with learning dance, at least it would prevent her from having to resort to calisthenics when needed.
Cable served as a counterexample.
So he hired dance teachers, music teachers, and art teachers. These counted as elective courses.
The calisthenics routine was also maintained, with a session every morning during recess.
Of course, some girls planned to continue learning combat techniques, such as Dotti and some of the older girls.
It was inconvenient for others to teach this, so Su Ming thought, since he needed to maintain his combat state regularly, why not let them watch instead?
But they shouldn't train like he does, or they'd become overly muscular.
The legendary mercenary's skills were far superior to their former instructors, and the girls expressed that these killing methods were quite creative and not as bloody.
Su Ming was at a loss for words. He had just torn the head off a wooden dummy. As for being non-bloody? Well, that would require the mannequin to actually have blood...
As for Teacher Lorin, she was too busy to notice what Su Ming was doing.
She was responsible for teaching physical education, foreign language, driving, shooting, and etiquette courses during the day, and was very busy.
Regarding shooting, she had some reservations, feeling some of the girls were too young to handle firearms.
But Su Ming immediately used twisted reasoning to convince her.
"This is noble education. How can a proper lady not know how to shoot? The Queen of England used to hunt at the Royal Hunting Ground when she was young."
Lorin was left speechless. It seemed true.
"A proper lady must know how to fly a plane. The Queen knows how to fly a plane."
"A proper lady must know the disguise technique. Doesn't the Queen wear makeup when she goes out?"
"A proper lady must know how to use a telegraph machine. Hmm... the Princess of Great Britain still personally assembles tractors now."
In short, Su Ming had a lot of demands, and they always seemed reasonable.
Lorin also had to act as a nanny at night, taking care of the girls' problems in daily life.
Although busy, she was happy. The girls had obviously moved past their tragic past and looked at her without suspicion, considering her family.
But she noticed that Principal Hamill seemed to have a somewhat chaotic personal life, with a group of particularly enchanting women coming into his office every morning, only leaving in the evening.
This continued for some time before those women stopped appearing, seemingly having left.
Although unaware of what they did in the principal's office, Lorin, as a former special agent, imagined the entire process.
It seemed Principal's salary was really high, to host beautiful women for parties in the office every day for over a month. How much would that cost?
Lorin now found a new direction in life, which was to become the principal, not let Mikhail turn the school into a mess.
In fact, Hamill hadn't done anything, he was just opening teleportation gates for female sorcerers in his office.
His life was quite peaceful, spending his days reading, gardening, practicing calligraphy, and cooking for Su Ming.
However, ingredients from alternate dimensions... not all of them tasted good.
Although someone once said, "Cut off the head, and you can eat it," some monsters, you can't even tell where their heads are!
Su Ming had now stopped eating anything that looked like a snake, though tentacles were boneless, the taste was indescribable.
Su Ming recently considered whether to temporarily take over as principal and send Hamill to Huaxia to learn authentic medicinal cuisine.
Hamill was excellent with ordinary food, but once it involved alternate dimension ingredients, it usually tasted strange.
When you want to do something, just do it. Since the female sorcerers were now regularly stationed at Kama Taiji, Su Ming sent Hamill to the East for further studies.
Ciri was recently hanging out with other girls, a college-aged girl running around and playing childish games with middle schoolers.
However, she wasn't learning nothing; perhaps due to her transmigrator abilities, she learned things quickly and could now drive a car out.
Only she couldn't carry her two swords anymore and had switched to two pistols, one loaded with steel-core bullets for dealing with people and the other with silver bullets for monsters.
Su Ming felt unless encountering werewolves or vampires, silver bullets would have little effect in the Marvel universe.
And Marvel's vampires were much stronger than those in the Wizard World.
Still, as long as she stayed in New York, the city was under Su Ming's control, and at least no vampire sightings had been reported.
Recently, news about superheroes seemed to have increased. The Horn Daily somehow had their way into dispatching war correspondents, following Captain America and his team.
You have to know those were behind enemy lines operations. You have to admire the madness of newspaper reporters, willing to risk their lives for news.
Now, not only Captain America but even Holloway and Monac had become big names, and the titles of Avenging Angels and Magic Prince seemed to appear in the newspapers every day.
And maybe finding "World-shocking Wonders" too cumbersome, Old Luo from the White House took it upon himself to give Steve and his team a new nickname: the Invasion Team.
After all, promoting a masked person or several people is still promotion, just sideline that gloomy Namor.
So the photos in the newspaper often shared a similarity: Namor's face was missing.
For instance, a group photo on the ruins of a Nazi factory would have Namor's face 'coincidentally' blocked by a twisted tank barrel.
For a victorious hero descending from an airplane, hmm? Namor's face 'coincidentally' covered by a bird in flight.
At a welcome ceremony, Namor's face obscured by hats thrown by the welcoming crowd.
At a group dinner, Namor's face blocked by a turkey leg.
In a strategy meeting, Namor's face covered by a folder...
There were all sorts of situations. Su Ming thus witnessed the rise of Photoshop-related technology in this world, and in his view, those photos were filled with a sense of discord.
But people of this era didn't share that view, believing photos to be real, despite some focus and image issues, as that's just how photography was.
Honestly, reading the newspaper had become a source of joy for Su Ming lately. Every morning he'd check the Horn Daily to see what kind of creative Photoshop was used that day.
Green Arrow wasn't the worst-off, though he seemed forgotten, Batman remembered him, just quietly keeping him as a backup for the Justice League.
Namor, however, suffered real misfortune, deliberately marginalized by the government.
But Su Ming also understood Old Luo's mentality, as Namor wasn't even an American, not even fully human, creating a public explanation dilemma.
"Mr. President, who exactly is this Namor?"
"Namor isn't American; he hails from the underwater kingdom of Atlantis, hence his pale blue skin."
"Oh no!!!"
If that were truly explained, there'd be an uproar, with all sorts of imaginations and conspiracy theories emerging, better to sideline him as now.
So every news headline depicts how "Captain America and his Invasion Team" were up to, with Namor's name rarely appearing throughout the pieces.
One day, seeing what appeared to be editorial laziness, with Namor's face covered by a divine light in the photo...
Su Ming finally couldn't contain himself.
He laughed out loud and sent Vodka to Horn Daily to discuss acquisition because this newspaper had immense potential. Not only had they invented Photoshop; they even mastered divine light censorship on their own, truly defying the norms!