After the teacher in black dress heard this, he didn't feel anything strange. He casually walked to the fireplace, picked up the teapot, poured hot black tea into his cup, then returned to his seat and blew it slightly.
He held the tea cup, took a small sip, and then put the cup down.
"Now that he is such a famous person, he doesn't even reply to my words." The teacher said again, but it didn't look like he was really angry. Instead, it seemed like a joke between friends.
"No, it's just that it's a little troublesome to explain, Berg."
"Tell me about it, Reilly. I'm almost finished writing the report here. Anyway, there are no classes tomorrow. Why don't we go have some drinks tonight?"
The teacher holding the teacup blew on the teacup, took another small sip, and then spoke slowly.
"This child is different from others. For the noble lady of our country, I can patiently help her guide and answer questions. But for this child, if I show kindness, she who has low self-esteem may regard her as a
Pity or pity, thereby stimulating her self-esteem."
"That's true. With your status as Imperial Viscount, it's easy for this girl from Black Rock to interpret you as such."
"Yes, I said it was to punish her on the surface, but this actually made her hold her breath and concentrate on reading the thick courseware."
"Aren't you afraid of really frustrating her and giving up on yourself?" The man in a white shirt finished writing, pushed up his glasses, then walked to the fireplace and poured himself a pot of hot tea.
"No, those eyes are exactly the same as those of Sai Lian back then. She came from a difficult mountainous area, and her willpower cannot be compared to that of a pampered child from a noble family." Reilly said firmly.
"If I say no, I still have to save you. If not, I'll let you pretend to be a good guy. Aren't you just such a hypocrite?" Reilly, who was wearing a black dress, continued.
"Hahaha, is this still you? Rayleigh. I really can't understand why you are so kind and dedicated now even though you were a playboy back then." He walked over with a big smile, leaned against the window sill, and looked at the old man in front of him.
Friend, he said with a smile.
"I'm still me, and I still like pretty girls. Look at those stupid pricks, do I care about them?"
"Just talk about it now, I know it." The teacher in the white shirt gradually became calmer.
"You have been single for so many years, but you still can't let go of Sai Lian back then. Otherwise, you wouldn't have behaved like a Viscount and come here to teach."
"Forget it, stop talking, let's go, go west to have some drinks tonight, I'll treat you."
"Okay, of course I can't miss this treat. I'm not as rich as you. The wine sold by those guys in robes is really expensive."
"Haha, didn't you look down on those classmates who went to church back then? Now don't you regret and envy them?"
As the sky grew dark, the two middle-aged teachers closed the door of their office and walked down the mountain. Under the pale yellow street lights, several magic motorcycles were parked on the side of the road, picking up students and teachers after school.
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North Tower Academy, No. 407, Eagle Beak Laboratory Building.
There was a bright moon floating in the sky, and the silver moonlight shone on the granite exterior wall, making it look a little cold. Most of the lights in the laboratory building were extinguished, and only a few laboratories still had candles lit.
Jack was wearing an ultramarine robe belonging to the magic sequence, standing next to the experimental table, carefully assembling some metal components, constantly checking whether the inscriptions on them were connected, and occasionally using magic power to experiment.
He was the only one in the quiet laboratory. The other students had gone back long ago. Fortunately, the school's laboratory would not be closed overnight. He just had to deal with the scene before leaving and lock the door.
As the last screw was tightened, a silver device about half a meter wide was completed. The main body was a horizontal cylindrical shape, with thin pipes and gear transmission mechanisms next to it. It looked like it should be some kind of magical power furnace.
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After mixing the ground and mixed red and black powder, he rolled it up with paper, tilted it slightly, and carefully poured it into one of the round holes, and then added the blue lubricating liquid on the other side.
After that, he cleaned up the tabletop, first raised a light blue barrier around the mechanism, and then carefully shook the rocker. As a spark flashed, a roar and explosion sounded in the mechanism, and the entire mechanism shook slightly.
, and then the sound of the fan blades rotating came from inside. Hearing this pleasant sound, Jack felt excited in his heart.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. Perhaps the pressure was too strong, or the design was defective. A bright light flashed, and then a ball of flame exploded. Air waves, heat, and shattered metal flakes exploded within the barrier.
Fortunately, Jack reacted quickly and urgently reinforced the barrier so that the internal explosion would not damage other instruments in the laboratory.
After a while, as the flames gradually subsided, he came into contact with the barrier. Then the smell of burnt and metal rushed into his nose, forcing him to take a few steps back and open the window for ventilation.
The previous test device had been turned into pieces, and nearly half of the main body was broken and scattered, exposing the gears and transmission structure. The silver-white metal was covered with burnt black spots and fractures.
Did he still fail? Although he was a little prepared, Jack felt empty inside and lowered his hands with some hesitation. Seeing that something he had spent a lot of credits and savings to make was scrapped in an instant, he still couldn't accept it.
He is a third-year student at Tower Academy and has been repeating the grade for two years. If he fails to advance this year, he may have to leave Emenas at the end of the year. This is also the reason why he has worked so hard since last year, but he is not
People who are very talented can't be called extremely smart, and they don't have much family background or connections. The only one they can rely on is themselves.
Maybe I just don’t have the talent.
Jack found a place to sit down and stared blankly at the debris under the light. There was no expression on his face in the shadow, only a black shadow.
Why, obviously I have worked so hard.
After staying in Emenas for more than five years, I am still stuck at Sequence 5 and cannot be deposited, and I have never received any rankings in various competitions and activities.
Recalling the high-spirited and ambitious days when he first entered school, he only felt a bitterness in his heart.
As a student of the magic sequence, you are indeed good at alchemy and machinery, but the world is like this. Not only are you moving forward, but the people around you are also moving forward. If you can't strive for the top, you will only become a mediocre person that no one cares about.
Jack's energy and efforts in various experiments and special research are no less than those at the top of his grade, or even more, a lot more.
But I'm sorry, researching this kind of thing doesn't seem to be determined by hard work. Maybe it depends more on luck and talent.
When exploring an unknown dark field, who would know if they are heading in the right direction? Often an excellent result appears, but it is surrounded by countless failures. No one knows about them and no one cares about them.
At some point, his eyes gradually became moist. Jack curled himself up in the corner, looking at the fragments under the light, his vision gradually blurred.
Could it be that I could only end my studies in such a mediocre way?
I am really unwilling to accept it, seeing such a wonderful world.
Those dazzling geniuses, I also want to stand with them, even if only once.
His hands were clenched tightly and his voice was choked. Jack slowly lowered his head, not daring to look at the light anymore. In the dark night, his blue robe was stained with a few drops of moist liquid.
Over the years, he has tried his best to improve his strength and delve into those obscure technologies, just to find a point of blooming.
It's a pity that this is just a dream.
There was silence in the laboratory, and the only light gradually dimmed, but the person sitting in the corner remained motionless, just sitting there quietly, slowly watching it gradually go out.
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The lights went out.
The moonlight filtered through the curtains, turning the room into an extremely dim dark blue.
A vague figure gradually appeared in the laboratory, as if she had been standing there for a long time.