Chapter 95 Haven’t you heard of too many skills without overwhelming your body?
After class, Tutor Lewis did not leave as usual, but was watching me copy the magic information on the blackboard.
"With your talent, you can completely specialize in magic. Why do you need to learn other magic?"
Suddenly, Teacher Lewis's voice came over.
"Hobbies and interests." I said without raising my head as I lay on the table and copied frantically.
"Even if you are young and energetic, you will still be overwhelmed by learning so many things at the same time."
Not far in front of him, Teacher Lewis said calmly.
"I know this, I have a solution." After writing the record, I began to roll up the parchment and put it away.
What should I be afraid of if there are system skills to protect me? I just need to throw more skill points into it.
If you learn more now, you will be richer in your future choices.
"If possible, I still hope that you will specialize in magic creation. After all, with a talent like yours, it would be a pity to waste it." I raised my head and saw Teacher Lewis looking at me expectantly.
"No, this world is too dangerous. If I don't learn more magic for self-protection, I'm afraid that one day I will be killed by others without knowing it." I turned my head and avoided the gaze of Teacher Lewis.
"Don't worry, I won't throw away the magic creation science. It's a good thing."
"I hope so." Instructor Lewis said in a low voice. "Actually, as long as you stay at Felice College, for talents like you, the college will come forward to protect you."
"I won't leave my safety to others." I curled my lips. "I almost died last night, and no one from the college showed up."
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"Ah, I can't remember exactly what I just said."
"Forget it, I'll just pretend I didn't see it. Remember to come to the Magic Building Club in the afternoon."
"Okay, goodbye, Teacher Lewis."
In the lunch canteen, I became the focus of my classmates' attention again.
Damn it, I'll go find Dave this afternoon and get him a cloak. I feel uncomfortable being stared at like this.
By the way, hasn’t the college already issued a notice to purchase new uniforms?
Why haven’t I seen anyone wearing it until now?
Afternoon, Mozao Club.
"Teacher Lewis, you came so early."
When I opened the door, I saw Instructor Lewis sitting in a chair, closing his eyes and concentrating.
"Yeah, didn't you say you would give me those books on processing techniques this afternoon?"
"Ah, I forgot, I will write it out for you now."
As a result, instructor Louis handed me a piece of paper, and I started writing on it.
More than an hour later, I handed over the "Volume 1 of Practical Techniques for Fitter Workers" I had written to instructor Lewis.
"Write this much first. I won't be able to bear it if I keep writing. I will write the rest slowly later."
Well, actually writing for more than an hour is no burden to me now.
As long as you are patient enough, you can continue to sit here and write for several hours.
The point is, when I was writing this, I accidentally glanced at it and found that my physical strength was slowly declining.
So after writing for an hour, I decisively stopped.
I still have my own things to do, what should I do now that I have used up all my stamina?
As for why I am writing this?
There was a time when I was bored and flipped through it at random, but now I can write it down by myself, which is pretty powerful.
After tutor Lewis took the paper I was writing on, he walked aside and started studying, while I continued the same work as yesterday.
It's just that the things we make today are much more precise than the things we casually made yesterday.
"Peter, copy these contents and bind them into a book." Instructor Louis said to Peter who just walked in. "Remember to write neatly."
Hey, Tutor Lewis, although I am working on my own thing, I won’t pay too much attention to the things around me.
But if you tell me that my handwriting is bad in front of me, I won’t fail to hear you!
Okay, although it is a fact that the handwriting is poor.
Peter is really pitiful. From what I have observed all along, he is basically the coolie of Master Louis.
"Classmate Qin Xin, why did you make so many parts?"
Peter, who was holding the parchment, was sitting not far from me and copying. When he saw the same parts I threw on the floor, he said something strange.
"Oh, these are all substandard parts." I looked around and realized that I had made so many parts without knowing it.
I casually scratched the ground and collected the qualified parts together and stacked them so that I would not have to identify them again later.
"Are these unqualified parts?" Peter came over in surprise, picked up a few parts and put them in front of his eyes to compare. "These are very perfect parts."
"What are you looking at? The tolerances of these parts are a bit large." I randomly picked up two identical parts and put them together for comparison.
"Here, there are some gaps here." I pointed to two almost identical magic circle conversion parts, pointed to the small flaws on them, and said to Peter.
"How is it possible? Does this count as unqualified?" Peter's head came over.
"Stay away from me. I'm not used to people being so close to me. Take it and see for yourself." I pushed Peter's head away and threw the two parts in my hand.
Peter, who just realized how rude he was, blushed and hurriedly took the two parts I threw and compared them.
"The error of such parts is very small, why are they still not qualified?" Peter looked at the parts in his hand carefully and looked at me with some confusion.
"Yesterday, the magic machine changed its speed and produced a 'ZZZ' sound. Do you still remember the 'ZZZ' sound it made?" I held the file and used the skills to process the parts in the hand, without raising my head.
"I discussed this issue with Tutor Lewis this morning. It is estimated that the sound of magic leakage is caused by the insufficient fit of the magic circle conversion parts." I put down the file and blew lightly on the parts to blow away the metal shavings on them.
, said while looking out the window.
"In this case, as long as the magic machine switches the magic circle a few times to adjust the output speed, the overflowing magic power will corrode and destroy the part." After seeing clearly which parts of the part had not been polished smooth, I picked up the cutter.
The small square sandstones began to be polished.
"The only solution at present is to maximize the accuracy of this part. In theory, it can increase the service life of this new magic machine." After the rough grinding was completed, I picked up the paraffin and began to grind carefully, trying to minimize the error.
To the extent that it is invisible to the naked eye.
"Can I use these parts?" Peter said cautiously.
"Take it, I won't need it anyway." I said nonchalantly.
These finished products can be melted and remade when you are free, and you can also mix in some skill points gained from production.
