Blackstone Code-Chapter 419: Interview

Lynch’s answer made the female teacher hesitate. Just moments ago, the student council president, Anna, had slammed the table in front of the school administration, arguing about the issue of recommended students.

But seeing Lynch’s handsome face, the teacher decided to take the risk and ask for him.

“Wait here…” she smiled gently, reassuring the nervous student before stepping into the meeting room.

At that moment, Anna was discussing new activities for the upcoming semester with the school management. The annual orientation was one of the most important traditions for major schools.

On one hand, it was the best way to promote the school to new students and society—like the Saint Harmony Society’s schools inviting the president to give a speech, which raised the school’s profile and boosted student unity.

On the other hand, it was a competition—schools of different tiers would try to outdo each other with grander events to gain prestige in their region.

Behind this were a series of interests; capitalists willing to spend more money to associate with well-known schools rather than unknown ones.

In short, orientation was crucial for student cohesion, pride, and the school’s reputation.

When the teacher returned, standing by the wall, the academic affairs director noticed her hesitation and asked, “Who is outside? What’s going on?”

Though logically she shouldn’t mention it—she wasn’t the academic affairs director and could be blamed for interfering—she felt compelled to help the boy outside.

“There’s a student outside claiming to be here for the recommended admission interview…”

Anna’s previously calm expression immediately flashed with anger. Another one!

Did people think Saint Sechka was a dumping ground, throwing recommendation letters at anyone?

She looked at the academic affairs director, who exchanged a glance with the principals, then nodded and stood.

“I’ll refuse him,” he said with a mix of seriousness and determination, “We can’t let just anyone into our school. I’ll have him try other schools, or I’ll call his recommender to discuss this.”

Anna finally looked satisfied and averted her gaze, and the principals breathed a sigh of relief.

The positive atmosphere was broken and needed time to recover.

After several seconds, the academic affairs director returned, forcing a dry smile. He didn’t sit down but stood by the door, head bowed.

“This student’s situation… is unusual.” 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

This confirmed his changed stance. Anna stood, ready to see for herself how unusual the student was, when the door opened.

“Sorry for entering without permission, but I have many important things to do this afternoon. If I disturbed anyone, I apologize!” Lynch entered with a faint apologetic smile. s

The principal’s expression shifted. Compared to the teachers, he was more aware of the federation’s current affairs, knowing two exceptional figures had been making headlines recently: Lynch and Truman.

Rumors said Truman was about to be promoted.

Just Lynch alone was impressive—young, already well-known in Eminence, impossible to ignore his influence and ideas.

Unexpectedly, it was Lynch who had arrived.

A mysterious smile appeared on the principal’s face. He glanced at the vice principal, who shared a similarly intrigued expression.

After a few seconds, Anna recognized Lynch. “You’re Lynch?!” she said, then immediately confirmed, “Are you here to study?”

To her, Lynch didn’t really need to study anymore—he already had considerable influence in certain fields.

Lynch nodded and greeted everyone with a smile. Looking at Anna, he said, “Learning leads to progress. Human history is a constant cycle of exploring and verifying knowledge.”

“I’m here to study, of course. What else would I be doing?” He politely extended his hand. “I see you know me, Anna.”

Lynch was graceful, with a strong presence, but Anna did not shake his hand.

Shaking his hand would mean endorsing him. She had just been angry about this matter and could not afford to waver now or become a joke.

Calmly, she shook her head and asked, “You’re a recommended student?”

Refusing to shake hands with a young man was every woman’s right. Lynch’s expression didn’t change. He withdrew his hand, glanced at her, but did not answer, then walked to the meeting table.

“May I ask, who is the principal here?”

Anna stared at Lynch, the first time she had ever been so deliberately ignored.

The silent principal answered, “That would be me.”

Lynch approached him and handed over a recommendation letter.

“When can I take the interview?”

Anna, ignored, quietly sat down. As student council president, she had the authority to review recommended students.

The principal took out an exquisite magnifying glass from his pocket, glanced at the envelope, then smiled. He showed it to the vice principal and other board members before carefully opening it with a letter opener.

He didn’t break the seal to avoid special circumstances, then quickly read the letter and passed it around.

“Anytime, Mr. Lynch,” the principal stood and shook Lynch’s hand. “The letter is very clear. It’s an honor to have you choose our school.”

This wasn’t flattery—anyone who could influence the president was a major figure.

Though often undervalued, when given the right role, such people could determine the fate of an entire industry or field. Lynch’s rumored close relationship with Truman gave the school even more prestige and promotional power.

For example, one of the president’s key aides had chosen Saint Sechka, raising the school’s status and attracting more talent.

Lynch wasn’t the president’s aide, but the president publicly credited Lynch’s ideas in speeches and relied on his insight.

Aside from an official title and salary, Lynch was nearly equivalent to an aide. So the principal’s respect was justified.

Finally, the recommendation letter from Mr. Wadrick reached Anna’s hands. She glanced at the signature and her expression stiffened.

Wadrick—a name few in the Federation could refuse, not even her father or grandfather could easily reject it.

She knew well that she couldn’t change anything now. No one would offend Mr. Wadrick just to save her face. Her struggle was doomed from the start.

Lynch shook hands with the school leaders. Those unqualified could only watch enviously from the side. After greeting the people he should know, Lynch asked again, “When can I take the interview? I have important matters to handle this afternoon.”

He emphasized the afternoon’s urgency.

The principal responded quickly, nothing like Anna’s earlier silence. “Aren’t we interviewing right now?” he said with a smile, shaking Lynch’s hand again. “Welcome to Saint Sechka. We were just discussing orientation activities. Mr. Lynch, would you like to say a few words as a freshman representative?”

Lynch agreed without hesitation. It was a chance to expand his influence. “Of course. It’s an honor to speak for Saint Sechka’s freshmen.”

“Does the school have a set topic, or should I prepare my own remarks?”

“Feel free to say whatever you like. Just something casual.”

The entire administration and board were relaxed. Lynch was rising fast; some even saw him as a symbol of a new ideological wave.

Anna frowned watching Lynch chat happily with them. She interrupted, “I reserve my opinion. I have other matters to attend to. Excuse me.”

As she stepped out, Lynch glanced at her back with the corner of his eye, then turned back, smiling.

“It seems I’ve made this lady a bit…” He smiled brightly. “Have I offended her somehow?”

Of course, Lynch only said this to avoid escalating conflict. He was too magnanimous to hold a grudge against a young girl.