I ponder to this day "He taught the ancient Egyptians navigation, construction, alchemy, astrology and philosophy. He is known as the eternal wise man, great philosopher, priest and king. What is his name? Mandy, this
It's up to you to answer the question." The professor on the podium tapped the whiteboard and it made a buzzing sound.
The moment she heard her name, Mandy woke up from her sleep. She stood up reflexively. It took her two or three seconds to adjust to the light in the classroom when she opened her eyes. She saw the professor behind the podium.
Her face was expressionless and her heart skipped a beat.
"This is the third time." The professor said, "Usually my grades should be deducted."
"Yes." Mandy sat down frustrated.
On the podium, the professor continued to explain the story of the Jade Slate and Hermes. The students in Kassel College uniforms were sitting in standard postures, either meditating or nodding. Everyone was writing down lesson notes amidst the rustling sound.
That's called being intoxicated.
Mandy also wanted to blend into this kind of environment, but every time she wanted to meditate, she couldn't help but go deeper into the meditative state. She kicked her legs and drooled. She stayed up late last night watching Japanese dramas, and it was too late.
The prime-time "Witch Trial" was so exciting that I couldn't help but watch a few more episodes. It was already dark and I completely forgot that there was an alchemy class in the morning.
Fortunately, the professor today was talking about theoretical knowledge and history. If she really wanted to operate those precision instruments, she would probably have to re-enact the operations of the awesome guy who bombed the classroom last time.
However, Rao was still caught dozing off. This was the third time she was caught dozing off this semester. Normally, her grades would be deducted and trying to get points for the final alchemy class would be a fool's errand.
"Ah-" Mandy lay on the table with her head in her arms, feeling full of sadness.
It is said that Kassel College is a paradise for elites and geniuses. She felt that she must have gone to the wrong place. Maybe she was not a mixed race at all, but just a little white rabbit who got into the dragon's lair. Others studied hard after enrolling.
, who shoulders the responsibility of slaying dragons and the destiny of mankind, wishes he had twenty-four hours a day to perfect his dragon-slaying skills, and she wishes she had forty-eight hours a day, sleeping twenty-four hours and watching dramas twenty-four hours.
Is she wrong? Is she really wrong? Shouldn't a young girl's energy be focused on chasing stars and dramas? When the Dragon King debuts as an idol, maybe Mandy will have a chance to become a mixed race elite
seats.
The professor in the alchemy class taught a whole class about the Jade Record and the Pyramid, boasting that it was the key to refining the Philosopher's Stone, and that whoever mastered the thirteen secret words on it could control the secret of the origin of all things in the world. The students Each of us showed expectant eyes, and Mandy's eyes were also full of expectations, but she was thinking about the bell ringing for the end of get out of class.
So the bell rang, and Mandy let out a long sigh. The professor packed up the class and left. Before leaving, he glanced at the blond girl lying on the table, looking very sad and angry at her misfortune.
"Mandy, you look so bad." The brown-haired girl at the next table packed her books and talked to Mandy.
"If you stayed up all night watching dramas, your face would look as bad as mine." Mandy said with a grimace.
"That also depends on the time of the next day's class." The brown-haired girl rubbed Mandy's hair: "Professor Feng Si is very careful. You slept in his class and you were caught three times in a row. This
You have to be mentally prepared for the final grades of the course."
"Then it's over." Mandy suddenly rubbed her hair into a mess with her hands and looked frustrated: "I will probably fail Professor Mance's class. In the last class, I was completely listening to the Book of Heaven. Sitting in my seat, I felt like
It’s redundant.”
"If you continue like this and don't get enough credits, you won't be able to graduate." The brown-haired girl sighed: "You are really very nervous, aren't you nervous when watching the drama? If I knew that there would be a class tomorrow morning, I wouldn't have read the textbook
I couldn’t sleep even after rehearsing three times.”
"Of course I'm nervous!" Mandy sighed: "The difference between whether I have classes the next day or not is that I can watch the drama with confidence and watch the drama nervously."
"This." The brown-haired girl scratched her head as if she had no idea what to do about this hopeless girl.
"Credits, credits, grade points, grade points." Mandy put away the books, stood up and stretched: "Why am I not a genius? I can memorize the book by reading it once, so I don't have to work hard.
I deliberately endorsed it while drinking milk."
"Actually, if you don't have enough credits and are worried about not being able to graduate, there are other ways." The brown-haired girl looked at the depressed Mandy and hesitated and said, "You can go to the execution department and apply for field assignments. Recently, I heard that there is a shortage of people in the execution department.
Yes, one field trip counts as a credit for a professional course. If you do a few more field trips, your credits will probably be enough."
"Is there such a thing?" Mandy was startled: "Isn't the execution department most taboo on the use of 'child labor'?"
"After the last mission in Chicago, the executive department changed the rules. The minister felt that those who are capable work harder, and new seedlings should endure the ravages of violent storms in order to thrive, so now students above sophomore level can take the initiative to apply for field missions
, but you have to repatriate the body and bookmark it before proceeding with the mission." The brown-haired girl said: "After all, our college is not a place to cultivate nerds. Students who are aspiring to develop in the direction of scientific research can just chew books, and students who are not good at studying will naturally
You can graduate by working in the field.”
"What a human touch." Mandy sighed: "But what if the field mission fails?"
"Your original basic credits will be deducted, or your body will be repatriated to the country."
"Wow." Mandy sighed with a grimace: "Sisters, do you think I am a practical person?"
"I remember your physical fitness test was B+, right? You are more of a practical person than a scientific research person." The brown-haired girl tilted her head and looked at the well-proportioned Mandy. When her eyes fell on her waist, she felt a hint of regret.
After: "It's just that you need to eat more vegetarian food recently"
"Hey! Hey! I'm not fat, okay?" Mandy covered her waist and shouted loudly: "I stopped drinking Coke recently and switched to Fanta!"
"There is no difference." The brown-haired girl shrugged: "By the way, those who apply for field missions from the execution department can form a team, do you understand what I mean?"
Mandy was stunned for a moment, with light rising from the corners of her eyes: "What do you mean?"
"You can cheat." The brown-haired girl lowered her voice: "Before coming to Kassel, you participated in a competition similar to the Mathematical Olympiad Modeling Olympiad, right? In such competitions, three people form a group, and there is always a nerd in the group.
A warm man and a vase, the nerd is responsible for the modeling defense, the vase is responsible for the vase, and the warm man is responsible for soaking the vase."
"And I am the vase." Mandy blinked.
"You are indeed worthy of being a flower vase with your looks, but you still lack a nerd and a warm man." The brown-haired girl shrugged.
"But the field mission of the Executive Department is not a Mathematical Olympiad modeling competition. It would kill people. I don't want to hurt the nerds." Mandy softened again: "The vase is not that easy to be a vase. There are many people in my social circle.
There is no such a good person who can be kind enough to take me on field missions."
"But don't you have a junior brother who can fight?" the brown-haired girl said.
"Junior brother?" Mandy was startled: "But he is only a freshman."
"You are a freshman who is capable of defeating an 'A'-level dangerous hybrid. Don't miss this opportunity before, sisters." The brown-haired girl patted Mandy on the shoulder and gave a thumbs up.
"Is this child labor?" Mandy sighed: "He is only 16 years old."
"A 16-year-old who can defeat an 'A'-level dangerous hybrid." The brown-haired girl said, "I'm not asking you to deceive or kidnap me. Just tell the truth. Ask him if he wants to team up for a mission, and you will be the vase and he will be the thug.
"
"What's the benefit?" Mandy pursed her lips: "I'm going to use my credits to make someone else beat me to death as a tool? This senior sister's role is so humiliating that I feel embarrassed."
"It's a good thing." The brown-haired girl looked Mandy up and down again, smiled, slapped the girl's rear light, and trotted out of the classroom humming a song while she screamed.
"Damn you little bitch!" Mandy waved her fists and rubbed her butt. After a while, she sighed and lay on the table blankly looking at the whiteboard filled with patterns and patterns: "Field mission."