The abnormal Emenas has once again returned to its peaceful appearance. Except for Osuna, who has been falling into a deep sleep, the other infected students have recovered one by one. Most of the students have returned to their old lives, but there are things that are different from the past.
A little different.
In the Tower Academy in the north, the Witch of Books, who has been the dean for hundreds of years, has officially resigned. The new dean is a long-famous sage, Magic Sequence 9·Quantitative Scale, Gold.
A knock on the door sounded outside the office.
"Enter!"
The old man sitting in the office looked at the yellowed ancient book in his hand and opened his mouth to respond. A young man opened the door and walked in.
"Hello, Dean, I'm Jack."
The student looked at the old man with some anxiety. He had sparse white hair and a thin face, but he looked very healthy.
"Sit down."
"yes."
Jack walked to the sofa nearby and sat down, leaning his legs together and placing his hands on both sides of his body uneasily.
This was the first time for him to meet the new dean of the college, and he was just an ordinary student. Not only did his grades not be outstanding, but he also made a big mistake this time.
"Can you tell me what happened?"
The dean put down the notes he handed over, which contained numerous records of various major and minor matters in the academy. It was really hard to imagine how the former dean, Si Ye, handled so many chores. He was like a tireless machine.
There was a faint sigh in his heart, and then he looked at the student in front of him, who was one of the whirlpools that caused various things in the college some time ago, a third-year student named Jack.
Judging from the resume, although this student worked very hard, he was not outstanding and did not have many highlights. However, he still wanted to know why he would embark on this path, or why the witch chose to do it alone.
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"Yes, Mr. Dean..." Then Jack once again recounted the process that had happened before.
"That is to say, you were disheartened because of the failure of the experiment, so you accepted the witch's charity, right?"
"...Yes." When answering this sentence, Jack lowered his head, feeling ashamed and ashamed, and his voice was trembling.
"Nothing, just raise your head."
Gold waved his hand and looked at the young man in front of him. He had short light blond hair and a pretty good appearance, but his clothes were a little ordinary, his shoes looked a little old, and there were faint bloodshot eyes in the corners. It seemed that these few days
He must have not slept well.
"I heard from some students that you are usually very hardworking, right?" In fact, it is no longer hard work, it can even be said to be self-abuse, Gold thought silently in his heart.
"I can't say it, it's not something worthy of praise..." Jack's voice was a little bitter. He worked so hard and could not get the results he wanted, but instead accumulated a lot of depression, anxiety, resentment and the like.
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"Um....."
Gold looked at the young man in front of him and seemed to see many similar figures that overlapped in him. There was more than one student like him.
There are many students who work hard in school, but not everyone can compete for the top few. It depends on talent, direction, hard work, opportunities, etc. Many times, success is not achieved by hard work.
The dean, who has experienced a lot in his life, said.
"Actually, no matter in colleges or in various industries, there are always many people who are deliberately thinking about 'getting ahead', that is, competing for the top few, but they are completely unaware of how slim the possibility of such a thing will be, or even how unlikely it is to succeed at all.
A luxury hope. I am not denying that competition can promote people's progress, but competition will bring pain, and sometimes this pain is far greater than your gain."
He continued, as if recalling the faces in his memory and the figures that had aged over the years.
"Sometimes, when you have put in a long time and effort for something, even to the point of exhaustion, you find that nothing has changed about the status quo. Your grades have not changed, your parents have not loved you more, and your teachers have not noticed. My friend
The relationship is still the same, the salary has not increased, the popularity has not increased, the prospects are unclear, and there is no motivation to do anything..."
"No doubt, this is actually a situation that many people will encounter. In fact, it is the same for him, the same for you, and the same for me."
"At this time, you will be very anxious and begin to doubt the original intention of your efforts and the meaning of competition. At first, you will doubt your talent and ability, and then deny your character and origin. As the number of failures increases, one day
You will suddenly understand that not everyone has to reach the top of their industry or circle to be successful."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"Since ancient times in this world, more people have to be willing to be mediocre, not to mention mediocrity for a lifetime, at least for ten, eight, or even decades."
His voice suddenly became powerful: "What does it mean to strive for the upper reaches? In many cases, this is actually a kind of spiritual kidnapping of the people in the middle and lower reaches by those who have already occupied the upper reaches."
"It's like saying that if you don't get into the upper reaches, you are a failure, worthless, poor, and unfortunate, thereby satisfying their sense of superiority, and then letting you keep moving for those few rankings, allowing them to profit.
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"So competition gradually becomes the source of your pain."
The dean's voice slowly softened.
[So, even if you are not at the top, it does not mean that you are not excellent. You have worked very hard, worked very hard, and have done a great job.]
[I am very proud to have a student like you.]
"Thank you, teacher." Jack lowered his head, his voice choked with sobs, and his eyes blinked desperately to prevent the warm liquid in them from remaining.
Not wanting the student to make a fool of himself in front of him, Gold said, "Okay, you go back first."
"Write a review describing what happened in detail, and the teacher will handle the rest." His voice was gentle and powerful, making the student in front of him feel grateful and warm.
"Yes, teacher." Jack lowered his head, walked out of the office quickly, and disappeared at the end of the corridor.
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Walled City College, under the shade of the trees by the lake.
Lorraine Hill was sitting on a piece of bluestone leaning against a tree trunk, her pure white skirt scattered on the tender green grass and small flowers. She slowly flipped through the books on her knees, occasionally looking at the gem-like quiet lake above her head.
The joyful chirping of birds could be heard.
The midsummer season has entered early, and the bright sunshine makes it difficult for people to open their eyes. The white dress is a bit blurry in the sun, and the reflected halo makes people unable to see clearly the silk threads on the skirt.
The soft hair falls on the shoulders and chest, occasionally swaying in the breeze.
A girl with short hair in the distance looked at Lorraine Hill under the tree and walked back and forth hesitantly.
After a long time, she finally plucked up the courage and stepped forward.
"Long time no see, Lorraine. I'm sorry about what happened before." She lowered her emerald green eyes, not daring to look at the girl in front of her. Whether she felt guilty or ashamed, she couldn't tell.
.Before, she had asked someone to 'entertain' this friend in the basement of the 'Black Veil' church, and even caused him to be injured.
"It's Jenna, long time no see. That matter doesn't matter. It's you. How are you recovering now?"
Lorraine Hill asked the girl standing in front of him to sit next to him, and then the two started talking.
"The recovery is good. I heard that this is all due to Lorraine." Jina's hand was held by Lorraine Hill, and she replied a little embarrassedly.
"I have made a small contribution, but it is not that great." Lorraine Hill looked at the friend he met on the airship and felt a little emotional. Before he knew it, it had been almost two years.
"How are you at school lately?"
"It's average, I feel like I'm not the material to practice natural sequence." Jina calmed down her nervousness a little and said again.
"I've always been unable to find the secret, and I'm a little anxious. Now I even doubt whether I can take this path."
"Well, let's give it a try. If it doesn't work, try another extraordinary sequence. In general, it's best to do what you're good at."
Lorraine Hill suggested that if you do what you are good at, you can get more positive feedback, which will give you more confidence and motivation. And if you do it more, it will become a specialty and an advantage, and you will get better and better.
The more I like this.
"Um."
Jenna nodded, and the two talked for a while under the tree, and then Jenna stood up.
"Then I'll go back first, Lorraine."
"See you next time." Lorraine Hill raised his wrist.
"See you next time." With her back to the sun, Jenna smiled, and then walked briskly away from the shade of the tree.
Summer is coming. Lorraine Hill blocked the white sun with his fingers, looked at the clear blue sky, and thought about everything this semester.
Due to the special circumstances this year, the weather is getting hotter and Emenas’ holiday has started early.