Chapter 125 That Man
In an unused classroom at Amyrido College, twelve scholars of the Shenglun School moved tables and chairs from other classrooms, put nine tables together and placed them in the middle of the classroom, and placed fourteen chairs neatly beside the tables.
A new scholar carefully brought fourteen cups of tea and placed them on the table opposite each chair. Then they moved the exhibits they had prepared into the classroom and placed them on the tables, while some larger installations and potted plants were placed in the corners.
After finishing all the preparations, there were still two people who had not arrived, so the twelve people found their favorite seats and sat down, chatting while waiting.
Among the twelve scholars, ten are freshmen who have just enrolled. The freshmen who enrolled during this period are either children with potential discovered by the Academy of Teaching, or special admissions students who received letters of recommendation from their mentors.
Although they were known as young geniuses in their respective colleges, and because of their special status, they were separated from other scholars invisibly,
But among these ten people, the oldest was only thirteen years old, and there was no Bking attribute like Elhaisen. They were very curious about the environment of the Church House, the activities this time, and each other, and soon they became chattering.
"Is that famous senior coming over today too?"
"I saw his name on the roster! And Master Nafis's new disciple will also be here. I heard he has a very long tail, and it's furry!"
"If I beg that senior sincerely, will he let me touch his tail?"
"Ah, you're so brave, I don't even know how to start..."
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"Specially recruited students like us have to submit a paper in the first year, which is very tight. Fortunately, my advisor gave me several topics and sample papers, and I just need to write according to them."
"How can this be? My supervisor only gave me a topic to choose from. He asked me to study the effects of feed on the health of mushroom pigs with him. Now I follow the mushroom pigs and pick up pig manure every day.
I also had to dig up fresh pig manure to observe its color and smell, and measure its pH value... I almost vomited. I suspected that he just didn't want to do it himself, so he threw all these tasks to me."
The topic suddenly became interesting. This kind of animal feces test should be the norm in Ami Rido College, but the ten freshmen present were too immature, and only the brown-haired boy had been exposed to such a test.
So the other nine people couldn't help but make disgusted "ah" sounds, and the two people sitting closest to the brown-haired boy even moved their stools, as if he still had the smell of excrement on him.
“Why is there such a topic? Do scholars have to do the work of hired laborers?” asked the youngest of the ten people.
He was only ten years old, and at this age he could pass the intelligence test and go directly to school. His parents were both plantation owners, and after they got married, they used their shared assets to hire a large number of helpers to work in the plantation.
He had never been exposed to the courses of Amirita College before he enrolled there. It was his parents who helped him choose to enter Amirita College. They believed that the courses of the Shenglun School were the most practical, and if their son was unable to graduate before the age of 30, dropping out of school, getting married and inheriting the family business would also be a good option.
After he said this, everyone looked at him, most of them with doubts.
"It's normal for newly enrolled scholars discovered by the Ministry of Education to be unfamiliar with the course content. Yesterday, I sorted out the school rules and some precautions of Ami Rido College. Anyway, the agreed time has not yet arrived, so you can all take a look. Those who have already read it can also read it again. You have nothing to do anyway, so just treat it as a way to kill time."
The older scholar, Jenaji, checked the time, then smiled and took out the documents in her notebook and distributed them to everyone present.
"Thank you, senior." The scholar with short black hair who was close to Jennaji took the document first, turned a page, and immediately smiled in surprise, "So detailed?!"
"Senior, did it take you a long time to sort these out?"
"Senior sister is so thoughtful, you are worthy of being a senior!"
"How many years have you studied at the Teaching Academy? There are still some things I don't understand. Can you exchange contact information with me?"
Jennaji immediately became the center of attention in the classroom. She pursed her lips, suppressed her smile, and tried hard to hide the fact that she enjoyed this feeling.
She tore off a page of notes, cut them into several pieces, wrote her address on them, and then distributed them to the freshmen one by one: "If you have any questions, you can come directly to my house, but only recently, because I received an invitation from my mentor. He invited me to join his project. I will probably spend most of my time in my mentor's research institute in the future."
"Have you completed all the courses in the academy?" asked a freshman who was familiar with the regulations of the academy.
"No, but the instructors usually select some scholars to be their apprentices and let them directly participate in the research. The selected scholars do not need to complete the course. I am actually still considering it.
Mr. Ghani's research seems to have encountered unprecedented difficulties, so he decided to recruit a few more disciples from the academy. If I join now, those tasks will most likely be assigned to me." Jenaji said.
When most of the freshmen heard that it was Ghani who invited Jenajee to join the research team, they showed envy and admiration. Although some of them were invited by their mentors to join the Academy of Teachings and were called young geniuses by others,
However, given their abilities and qualifications, they are not qualified to get involved in the most core part of the research. The most they can do is follow their supervisors to do chores such as watering and fertilizing, and then write a paper with a mediocre score according to the thesis framework given by their supervisors to get through the first stage of the assessment of the Institute of Teaching.
However, tutor Ghani publishes papers more frequently than other tutors, and his academic achievements are also known to the freshmen. It is unexpected that Jenaji was invited by Ghani... The freshmen stared at Jenaji without blinking, and they felt that this senior was more and more outstanding.
"Senior, don't hesitate, this is such a great opportunity!"
"Why don't you ask Mr. Ghani's other students first, and then decide whether to join?"
"What kind of problem is it that would make the instructor feel embarrassed? If this problem is not solved after joining the instructor's team, will it have any impact on you?"
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The freshmen started a discussion about Jennaji. They either encouraged her to join or racked their brains to give her advice. Everyone's attention was focused on the senior who led the team, and the other senior who came with Jennaji was completely relegated to the background.
"...Jenaj," the man who had been silent all this time lowered his head slightly, pulled Jenaj's sleeve, and whispered, "That Ghani..."
"Elijah, can't you see I'm talking to my juniors? Could you please stop interrupting me? We can talk about it later." Jenaj immediately interrupted Elias, revealing a little dissatisfaction in her expression.
"...Okay." The plain-looking man shut up obediently.
Jennaji began to explain to these freshmen who were clear-headed but a little stupid: "For scholars of the Faculty of Education, choosing a mentor is something that needs to be carefully considered. If you choose the wrong one, you may end up with a project that has been wasted after more than ten years of work. Although this kind of thing will not happen once in more than ten years..."
"so serious?"
Jennaji nodded: "You can look through the archives. This kind of thing will not be recorded in the void, but it will be recorded in paper documents. I don't know if you have enough authority. It seems that there was an incident of collective suicide of scholars under a mentor fifty years ago."
"How could this be?"
"No, I didn't even check the tutor's information. I was admitted immediately after receiving the recommendation letter."
"...Me too."
"It seems that special recruits have a chance to choose another instructor?"
"really?"
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When Haroldt pushed the cart to the door of the classroom, he heard noisy conversation inside. He listened to a few words and found it was nothing important, so he opened the door and walked in.
The freshmen were still scratching their heads about Jennaji's matter, secretly competing with each other, trying to find a solution that would be more beneficial to the senior, but when the door was opened, they immediately stopped communicating and looked over together.
With his iconic silver hair and blue eyes, everyone present guessed that this was the legendary figure from their Amirid Academy.
The freshmen of this age did not know what being subtle meant, and looked directly at the man who had just entered the room. Harold greeted them with a smile.
"Are these two seats reserved for us? Can I pick any one I like?" Harold asked, looking at the two empty seats.
"Yes." Jenaj said a little awkwardly.
She had always been proud and conceited about her talent. Her grades were ranked high in the Academy, better than 95% of the scholars in the academy. But when she saw Haroldt and thought about his achievements in a year,
She immediately felt inferior. She knew that her achievements were not good enough in front of a true genius, so she immediately gave up the image of a knowledgeable senior.
When Harold picked a seat at random and started to move the things on the cart to the table, she quickly looked around. Fortunately, everyone was attracted by Harold and the things he brought, and no one noticed her momentary loss of composure.
Jennaji felt disappointed as the freshmen who had just surrounded her ignored her within a few minutes.
There is no way, he is a true genius, he applied for four research projects in one year, and his appearance is so outstanding. An ordinary person like me can never compare to him even if I work hard for hundreds of years. Although Jennaji was unwilling, she could only comfort herself in her heart.
How about accepting Ghani's invitation? Although I heard that he had a bad academic style, only by learning from better mentors and starting practical work as soon as possible can I get closer to these geniuses.
"Senior Harold, what are you pushing?" the brown-haired boy asked curiously, "This is the first time I've seen a four-wheeled vehicle like this. How does a four-wheeled vehicle turn?"
"This is a new type of four-wheeled vehicle made by one of my seniors from the Miaolun School. He has submitted a research application. It should be reviewed and available to all scholars wearing the Void this Thursday. If you are interested, you can use the Void to search for relevant information this Thursday.
The senior's research project application detailed the principle of this car. I am not good at mechanics, let alone explaining mechanical principles. If you want to understand, it is better to read his research project application directly, which will be more rewarding. "Harold said with a smile.
Knowing that he was going to participate in the amusement park, Kavi lent him the four-wheeled cart sample he had made. Otherwise, he would have to run back and forth countless times to transport his sixty cans of dry powder, nectar, microscope, mice, etc. Now he understood why those old-timers avoided this kind of activity.
Whether in Blue Star or Teyvat, a four-wheeled cart is a must-have artifact for scholars. Harold sighed in his heart.