Going Under the Sea

The Hope School's opening ceremony ended in a happy ambiance.

Looking at the energetic children made people feel great.

Mag watched the homeroom teachers bring the children away with a smile. He turned his gaze and saw a familiar figure in the audience: Byron Field.

This tall and lean old gentleman was looking at the stage with a gratified and proud smile.

Mag had already received his timetable. He didn't have any classes for the whole week. He would receive a list of names of the children who registered for his course on the following Monday. His first batch of students would register themselves voluntarily and he had a choice to choose them too.

The teachers left and Mag met Byron on his way to the audience seating area.

"Mr. Mag, long time no see." The old man came up to shake Mag's hand before teasing him, "Oh no. I should call you Teacher Mag now, am I right?"