The middle-aged man looked at Lu Feng in surprise.
Would you choose to be a librarian?
Librarians do have such a position. However, librarianship here is all part-time. In fact, they are responsible for organizing books, which is not much different from an ordinary cleaner.
In addition, there will be no additional salary increase.
No one ever offers to be a librarian, it's a thankless job.
Usually students who make mistakes are assigned to be librarians.
A student arranged by the principal himself actually offered to be a librarian?
The middle-aged people really can't understand what this young student is thinking. Maybe he doesn't know the work of library management.
"There is a rule at Xuedian School. You can be a librarian, but you must be responsible for cleaning the teaching area part-time." The middle-aged person said.
In his opinion, as long as the other party understands the job, he probably won't consider it.
The principal personally arranged for someone to be an administrator. If the principal knew that he had arranged this, would he feel that he was making things difficult for the other person?
Those who can be introduced personally by the principal are definitely monster-like geniuses.
Lu Feng wants to be a librarian, and one of his big goals is to spend as much time as possible reading books in the library.
The fastest way to understand the history of a school is to start in the library.
For Lu Feng, the blessing of various fighting skills is enough for him to cope with the crisis at hand. What he needs to do now is to keep his mind full.
There is something Lu Feng wants in the library of the Military Academy.
In addition, Lu Feng knew that all the influential figures who left a significant mark in history were librarians.
Seeing Lu Feng's straightforward agreement, the middle-aged man didn't say much. He pointed to the broom next to him and said, "Starting from tomorrow, you have to sweep the floor for a day and then make arrangements because you are already late."
"From now on, you cannot see anyone outside the school, and no students in the school will take the initiative to talk to you. Except in specific management areas, you cannot move around casually."
"You cannot be incorporated into the school's system management for the time being. After your assessment is over, other arrangements will be made. Remember, the principle of West Point Academy is that no matter what you do at any time, you must do it carefully. Details determine success or failure! Remember this
,!"
"I remember." Lu Feng replied forcefully.
The middle-aged man took Lu Feng to determine the area responsible for cleaning. After explaining clearly, he left.
No one expected that after Lu Feng entered West Point School, the first thing he did was sweep the floor.
If Long Xiaoyun knew, Zhuque, and Qinglong knew, they would probably just feel baffled. I guess Mr. Luo would also be surprised if he knew.
The chief instructor of the three armed forces, a genius with the power to kill soldiers and trigger a military reform, became a sweeper. It is estimated that only Lu Feng can do such a thing.
At this moment, Lu Feng was wearing the school uniform, holding a broom, and meticulously sweeping the fallen leaves and dust on the ground...
Lu Feng cleaned very conscientiously and carefully, and no trace of dirt could be seen on the ground wherever he went.
He was very focused while sweeping the floor, and the figure of the old scalper appeared in his mind.
Many students passing by looked at Lu Feng in surprise when they saw him cleaning the ground.
This student was punished and still so happy?
Lu Feng didn't feel anything.
A great man once said that there is no distinction between high and low jobs, only the division of labor.
Lu Feng felt that this was actually quite good, as it allowed him to calm down.
Lu Feng stepped out of the country, entered the permafrost layer of Country E, fought his way out, jumped into the abyss, and passed through the desert of death... Every battle was a life and death battle.
This caused Lu Feng to accumulate a lot of anger.
He needs to be quiet, just like an old scalper, to completely calm down his somewhat impetuous mentality.
Lu Feng was still cleaning the ground in the open space in front of the dormitory building as he had done in the morning.
At this time, a student carrying luggage hurriedly came over and was about to step into the dormitory. A stern voice shouted: "Throw your luggage out!"
Wearing an instructor's uniform and black leather shoes, his face was as stiff as marble, and he stared at the student with sharp eyes.
Obviously this student must have arrived late.
The student looked helpless, slowly took the suitcase outside, and then strode in.
The instructor shouted with a facial expression: "Unqualified! Try again!"
"yes!"
The student walked out inexplicably, picked up his luggage, walked in again, then walked out again with the suitcase, threw the suitcase on the ground, and came back again.
"Report!"
"Failed! Try again!" the instructor said seriously.
Next, we went back and forth many times, with students walking in and out, sweating profusely, but still did not do anything wrong.
The students were speechless. Could it be that the instructor deliberately made things difficult?
Cold sweat broke out on the students' foreheads. They didn't know where they were wrong and they didn't dare to ask.
Lu Feng also noticed this scene just now, and couldn't help but think of what he said to himself in middle age, that everything must be done carefully, details determine success or failure.
Obviously this student did not understand the true meaning of the instructor's words.
As expected of a Western pastry school, the requirements are indeed strict.
At this time, Lu Feng glanced at the student and whispered: "Throw it away."
The student's eyes were suddenly enlightened, he hurriedly walked in with his luggage, and then threw the suitcase directly out.
"Report!" the student shouted loudly.
The stern instructor shouted loudly: "This is West Point School. We strictly implement any orders given by the instructor, and we will do so resolutely without missing a word. What's your name?"
The student replied loudly: "Victor!"
The students finally breathed a sigh of relief and finally passed the test.
The instructor shouted with a serious expression: "I'm not asking you! You can return to the team!"
"yes!"
Vidocq was a little confused, but he didn't dare to stop. He turned around and ran towards the training ground, ignoring the suitcases thrown on the ground.
When passing by Lu Feng, Victor gave Lu Feng a friendly wink and expressed his gratitude.
After Victor left, the instructor walked up to Lu Feng, looked Lu Feng up and down, and said solemnly: "Let me ask you, young man, why are you sweeping the floor?"
The instructor was very unfamiliar with this student. He had never seen him before, but the school uniform he was wearing was unmistakable.
The students who can enter here are all elites from all over the world. How can someone come in and become a sweeper?
The other person has a special temperament, very special.
Lu Feng stood up and saluted, saying: "I'm telling you, instructor, the sweeping monks are all great people."
Then, Lu Feng continued to sweep forward.
The instructor muttered in a low voice: "Isn't the sweeping monk just a librarian? How can he be so great? However, he understands the rules very deeply."