Chapter 33 Have you learned it?

Chapter 33 Have you learned it?

Harold and Senor walked out of the classroom together.

"Hey, is today's interview over?", Selema asked nervously when she saw the two of them.

"Yes, we have found the right person," Harold looked at Selema.

She changed her hairstyle today, curling the ends of her straight hair into small waves with a curling iron, and also changed her makeup to a sophisticated style. Harold looked at her for two seconds before he remembered who she was.

"I was like, I was totally fine because I went right in," Seno said.

If others didn't get his joke, he would often find an appropriate occasion to repeat it several times so that they would get it, so he told the same joke again in front of Selema.

Harold looked at Senor in surprise: Hmm? You thought of this too?!

I thought this was my own creation.

"What, you passed?!" Selema exclaimed unconsciously, looking at Seno and then at Harold.

So... doesn't that mean that the place is full?

She had no chance? Selima's mind suddenly went blank.

Seno: "Yeah, easy."

"You are late," Harold said regretfully to Selema.

"I..." Selema opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she felt a sourness in her throat.

In the end, she said nothing, closed her mouth silently, and sniffed.

"What do you mean by being late?... Could it be that there was originally only one spot available?" Seno had just heard about the existence of a society related to the Scarlet King from a few scholars who complained about the rubbish in the interview questions. He had no idea that there were so many twists and turns involved.

"Yes," Harold nodded.

Seno opened his eyes slightly wide in surprise.

"I'm sorry, but if you have an interview next time, you'd better come earlier," Harold said to Selema. "It's three o'clock now, and two hours have passed. It's normal for other people to pass the interview - no, it should be said that it's rare for an interview to last two hours."

Selema tried hard to control her emotions and not let herself cry. She wiped her sore eyes with her hands and put on a circle of mascara and foundation: "...Can you tell me the question and the answer to the question just now? I will come again next year, and I will be well prepared next time."

She believed that Senior Kavi would start another school, and she would definitely join successfully next time!

Harold handed her a tissue, and Selema whispered "thank you" and used the tissue to wipe the foundation off her hands.

"It doesn't matter the answer to the question, I only care about your thoughts," said Harold.

No one really thought that he let Seno join because Seno told a bad joke, right?

Although using jokes to deal with trash interview questions can indeed be considered a magic blast.

But for the last member of the society, he already had a candidate in mind after reading everyone's information, and the question-and-answer session was just to find a legitimate reason to get rid of some trash people.

If Seno had not shown up at the last minute, and Abatoi had insisted on studying the Word Spirit, he would have chosen Selema as the last member, but since Seno was here, comparing his abilities with those of the others on the application form, it was only natural to choose Seno.

"I'll teach you," Seno said quickly. He felt that he should do something to compensate the girl in front of him.

Harold: ...

...What are you going to teach her?

"Really? Thank you...wait, let me find something to write it down," Selema quickly pulled out a quill and notebook from her pocket.

Originally, she was going to use this in the interview. A senior who had already graduated from the Ordination College told her that she must bring a pen and a notebook to the interview, and take them out to write down when the interviewer said something important. This would leave a good impression on the interviewer. The interviewer might even let her pass directly because she attached great importance to this interview.

"Okay, I'm ready, please go ahead," Selema stared at Seno without blinking.

"Wait," Harold interrupted suddenly, "take this."

He tore off a page from his notebook, wrote down the address of Elhaisen's home in a flourish and handed it to Senor: "The meeting place will be held at 8 am on Saturday and 7 pm on Sunday, starting this week."

"Okay, I won't be late," Although Seno didn't know why Harold chose this time to interrupt him, he still took the paper.

"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first," Harold nodded to Seno and Selema, and left quickly.

He had no interest in staying to listen to Seno teaching Selema how to tell jokes, and he felt that Seno was not someone who didn't know what he was doing.

"Because it's Harold's turn, is that why you're leaving so quickly?", Seno whispered.

"Ah?" Selema didn't hear clearly.

Seno: "Well, it's nothing, just my soliloquy. Now I'll tell you how I answered that question."

"Okay, go ahead," Selema nodded heavily.

Sino: "The question is: Is taking money from the donation box considered stealing?"

Selema said as she took notes quickly, "Wait, please don't tell me the correct answer yet, let me think about it first!"

"Well, your attitude towards study is right. Be more confident. You will definitely succeed next time."

Selima pursed her lips and nodded, frowning as she pondered: "Well... I think it depends on the situation. The money in the donation box is given to the gods by people. If someone is in trouble and has no choice but to take it, it is not considered stealing, and the gods will forgive him... But if it is the kind of person who usually steals... uh..."

Selema couldn't continue talking. She herself felt that this answer was too ordinary. She estimated that nine out of ten interviewees would give the same answer.

"Your ideas are clear, but you still lack some creativity, which makes it difficult for you to stand out," Seno waited for her to finish and then gave his opinion.

Selema looked disappointed, she felt that what Seno said was right.

Selema thought for a while, but she still had no better ideas. Finally, she said with a bitter face: "I'm sorry, I really can't think of any better answer. Please tell me your answer so that I can refer to it."

"Well, my answer is 'No, taking money from the donation box should be withdrawing money'."

"what?"

Sino: "Didn't you understand? If you want to take the money, you have to put your hand into the donation box and 'pick' the money up, so it's 'pick up money'."

"Clap."

The quill in Selema's hand fell to the ground.

There is actually such a solution?!

Is this the innovative thinking that my senior said I lack?

"What's wrong?" asked Seno.

"Nothing, my hands were shaking!"

Selema quickly bent down to pick up the quill and said solemnly: "Senior - I'm sorry, I don't know how to address you yet..."

"Seno."

"Okay, Senior Senor, I have a few more questions to ask. Please tell me, 'Is missing the past like carving a boat in the long river of time to find a sword?'"

"No, because you don't need to find the sword to remember the past."

Selema: "There is actually such a solution?! Then, 'If a person commits suicide, does this mean there is one more suicide or one less suicide in the world'?"

"One more person committed suicide because 'one person committed suicide'."

"So that's how it is. I understand. How did Senior Senor come up with these solutions?"

...

An hour later, Selima closed her densely written notebook.

"Thanks to Senior Saino's guidance, I really benefited a lot," Sailaima bowed to Saino and smiled with relief, "I think I will be able to successfully join Senior Kawi's 'society' next year, because I 'learned'!"

Sino: "Well, you have learned it very well. I believe that interviews you have learned will not be difficult for you in the future, because the interviewer will not think that you have 'learned' it."

So just be brave and do it, and next time you will never miss an interview because of nervousness.

...

...

At Kavi's house.

"Senior, do you feel better?" Harold asked.

Kavi was dressed neatly and drawing at the workbench. When he saw Harold, he put down his quill for the moment and pointed to the book used as a paperweight on the drawing: "Well, I'm completely awake now. Thank you for last night. And this, please help me return it to Elhaisen. I don't want to owe him a favor...

I don’t want to see him now, hiss… it’s too embarrassing, anyway, I’m sorry to bother you…”

"Well, okay, Senior Kavi, you should drink less in the future. You really can't drink that much," Harold took the book and placed Kavi's unused wooden ruler on the corner of the drawing to continue using it as a paperweight.

"Oh, I know. I will drink less alcohol in the future," Kavi held his forehead in pain as he recalled his gaffe in the bar yesterday.

"And senior, I have confirmed the personnel, do you need to confirm it again?"

"Has it been confirmed so quickly? Who is it?" Kavi asked.

Harold: "It's Senor, a scholar from Sipanthammara College."

Sino?

In order to prevent duplication of names, Kawi used the void to check the information of Seno and asked: "Sipandama Academy... Is it the one with red pupils and silver hair?"

"Correct."

"Okay, then I'll input the personnel information right away. If nothing goes wrong, it will be approved in a few hours, and the written documents can be typed out in the evening. Everyone will sign together during the first activity - does he know where the society will hold the activity?"

Harold: "Well, I've told him, and he said he won't be late."

"That's great, this weekend is the day when our society will hold its first activity!" Kavi said excitedly.

But when he thought about participating in the society's activities and seeing Elhaisen again, his joy suddenly disappeared by half, and he couldn't help but sigh.

He originally wanted to avoid Elhaisen for a few days, at least half a week, until that guy would stop slandering him as soon as they met.

But now his plans were ruined, and he couldn't ask for a postponement for personal reasons.

Harold said goodbye to Kavi and returned the book to Elhaisen. After returning home, he threw the desserts and fruits he had packed last night into the mint and mung bean soup, heated them up together, made a bowl of porridge and ate it, then packed his things for going out.

Today is Wednesday, and there are still two days before the first activity of their society. The drawings are ready, and he can go to Huachengguo to see the location chosen for him by Naslin.

After packing up the basic supplies, Harold also put a small knife he had bought a few days ago into his backpack. He bought it from a merchant in Port Omos in order to find Dolly.

Of the one million spent, three rings with disposable words accounted for the bulk, costing him a total of 900,000 Mora. In addition, he also bought a bronze mirror, a small knife with a leather sheath and a fancy hairpin.

He felt that these were things that he could sell quickly even if he didn't need them, without reducing the price or with a slight price reduction. However, he had been busy with studies and some personal matters recently and had not had time to deal with these items.

Nasrin would probably like this knife.

After packing up his things, Harold set out on the road to Hua Castle.

Five hours later, Harold arrived at Huachenggu. It was already nine o'clock in the evening. Because of the weather, his pace was slower than last time.

Harold walked along the mountain road to the residential area. He had walked this road from Xumi City to Huachengguo three times, so this time he did not want to lie on the ground and not get up as soon as he reached the destination like he did the first time. He could even stand and talk to Naslin after finding her.

"Is this for me? It's so beautiful!" Nasrin couldn't let go of the knife that Harold gave her, and she held it above her head to observe the patterns on the scabbard in the moonlight.

But she didn't look for long, because Harold was still beside her. After she put her things away, she immediately asked about Harold's recent situation.

Nasrin: "Have you applied for the research funds? That's great. I've also found a place for you to grow the lily. Well... there are two suitable places. You can pick one. One is near a cave but the water source is not sufficient. The other is on flat ground. It's hard to explain it in words. You will know it when you go and see it for yourself tomorrow. You should rest early today. Or I'll give you the place we used last time. I've been cleaning it up every day since you left, just waiting for you to come back..."

Harold didn't expect Naslin to care so much about his affairs, so he quickly thanked her and said, "Then I'm going to go and rest today. I'm familiar with the road, so I won't bother you to lead the way."

Nasrin: "Oh, yes, you are smart Harold, you have a good sense of direction and you won't forget the way. This is the wood for burning incense, and the flint. Didn't I teach you how to use it last time? Do you need me to show you?"

Harold took what Naslin handed over and said, "No, I know how to use this."

Then Naslin stuffed Harold with a pocket biscuit and a small iron pot, and said, "I saw that you liked it very much last time, so I'll give you another one. You can have it as a midnight snack or tomorrow morning, but you must heat it up."

Harold agreed and brought a bag of things to the temporary tent where he stayed last time.

He lit a fire, boiled water, and burned mosquito repellent incense like Nasrin did. After a simple wash and drink of water, Harold lay down in his clothes beside the fire.