Chapter 142: Talking about your assistant who has the same name as Gary

"How could there be few people inviting you to dance?" Bell rolled his eyes speechlessly. "If you dare to stand alone on the dance floor, there will be people rushing up to you."

Mu Lin nodded hard: "I will definitely invite you too."

Although Tuttle and others didn't say anything, they all nodded silently.

Edith still underestimated her own fame.

Although few people would actively seek her out to express their love in daily life outside of the competition, a dance party is a place where courage is magnified. Inviting others to dance is a legitimate thing. The first person to invite someone may need some courage, and the others will only gather more and more when they see the leader.

Looking back at the balls of previous years, anyone who entered the league finals had to be prepared to be trapped and unable to move, as long as they dared to come, and no one would care about them - that would be underestimating the value of the college league.

"It's not that exaggerated."

Edith thought for a while. In her previous life, when she was promoted to chief researcher, she had never been invited to dance with many people. She was the protagonist at that time. This time, she was just a first-year student. There were so many people in the school, no one would pay attention to her.

"But is the school auditorium that big?" Edith thought for a while, "Five grades, that means more than 5,000 people."

"Not that many. Most fifth-year students won't come. Plus, every time they move up a grade, some of the bottom students will be eliminated. Then, let's exclude those nobles who are not from the capital - many of them apply to go home as soon as the holidays come, and don't plan to stay for the dance - and finally exclude those who don't want to come, those who feel embarrassed for not getting a dance partner, those who have grudges against people at the dance, and those who overslept... In the end, it would be great if we can get 3,000 people." Amy concluded, "Most of the time, the number of people at the dance will be controlled within 2,500."

But the number is still huge.

Edith was more relieved now: "With so many people and such a large venue, it would probably be difficult to find me."

"Then it seems like going out for some fun is fine." It might be more convenient to ask questions while he's drunk.

She finally couldn't resist Hedda's sparkling eyes and agreed to her request. Tuttle's proposal was not accepted, but seeing that the inviter was Hedda, he reluctantly endured it.

Hedda, who had succeeded, immediately promised to prepare a dress for Edith.

"Pick any one you want." Heda's eyes wandered, "I have a lot of dresses at home that I've made but never worn..."

It took too long to make a custom dress, and she had to make sure she wore a brand new dress for every ball, so the tailor had to prepare next year's dress a year in advance.

But they miscalculated her growth rate - she barely grew this year, but the skirts they designed were calculated based on her 6cm growth. All the skirts she tried on a while ago were too long and too big, so she had to choose a few to modify, leaving a lot of loose-fitting ones.

But these are probably just right for Edith.

Edith, who was shorter than me at the beginning, actually grew so tall in just one year... while she has remained exactly the same. Damn it!

......

The final exams will be held from December 10th to 15th, but that is for first and second graders who have a lot of schoolwork. Third graders who have already chosen their study direction only need to take the exams for three days.

While Hedda was still scratching her ears and screaming as she stayed up late to memorize, Edith successfully completed the examinations for all public courses and was only waiting for the final one, Potions.

"It's not Christopher. It should be Christian." She corrected Hedda's paper in between her review. "The time and event are also wrong. It should be the first time."

Heda covered her head in pain: "Who on earth can remember these historical events?"

Faced with this kind of pure memorization, Bell looked more miserable than Hedda. "I want to ask that, too." She closed her eyes and said casually, "Maybe Hope Eddie can remember it."

The surroundings suddenly fell into silence.

Bell realized belatedly that what he said was wrong: "I mean--"

"It's okay. You have a point." Edith yawned. "He has lived for at least several hundred years. I don't know how many memories are stored in his brain."

Moreover, although Bell and the others didn't know, she knew very well what it felt like to have a changed body. Not only did she retain the memories of Edith Gary, she also inherited the memories of the original owner. In other words, based on time alone, Duke Eddie's brain had at least nearly 10 million hours of memory stored.

Minus the mechanical time for eating and sleeping, there are at least three million hours of useful information in his brain. I don’t know if his head hurts or how much time it will take to search his memory.

"I've only lived for sixteen years. I can't remember much from my childhood," Hedda muttered. "Can he really remember so much?"

"Of course not, so even the creator needs to keep records." Edith said as she took out Louisa's spell book.

She is confident of passing tomorrow's exam, so since we are talking about this, why not take out this book and have a look at it.

Mu Lin couldn't help but look twice more in the direction of Edith's hand.

"It's okay, just watch it." Edith shrugged, "After all, I don't understand it either."

What a mistake—she almost forgot that the writing three hundred years ago could be different from that of today.

Not to mention that this is Louisa's manuscript, with a lot of doodles and mumbling mixed in with a small amount of spells, covering up the important parts tightly.

She had borrowed a book of ancient text comparison from the library, intending to finish reading it no matter how difficult it was. She flipped through the book for five hours and saw that Louisa was thinking about whether to put pumpkin or potato in the stew.

Give up decisively.

Edith simply copied a copy and gave it to Shelly for translation, but Shelly was busy with his final work and previous research, so he made very slow progress. Edith was not in a hurry and planned to challenge it when she had time.

I have some time now, so I might as well translate two more paragraphs and see how they go.

"I can help take a look." Mu Lin took the initiative to extend his hand. "I have memorized the dictionary and know some words."

Her family's plan for her was vague, unlike the nobles who had a clear direction from birth. The chaotic plan made her learn a little bit of everything, until a few years ago when the capital vaguely heard that commoners were allowed to enroll, she specialized in magic.

Hedda and Bell both came over.

Hedda praised sincerely: "You know so much."

"I only know a little bit. I can only roughly distinguish which sentences are logical through grammar. The rest are probably spells." Mu Lin's face flushed slightly. "It's not that powerful."

With Edith's permission, she used water circles to mark the part of the spell. Edith quickly cast a spell to fix it, so that when she didn't want the line anymore, she could just remove the spell and let it dry naturally.

"Thank you." Edith accepted the book and thanked sincerely. With these circles, she could save a lot of time.

However, based on her previous understanding of the biography, Louisa might have hidden the key points in her daily mumblings. She would have to translate the entire book when she had time.

When I looked up again, it was already twelve o'clock.

Hedda was so absorbed in memorizing that she forgot about time just like her. Edith hurriedly sent everyone to bed, put away the notebook in which she had translated two pages, and closed her eyes to think about tomorrow's exam.

This time you can answer the questions freely.

She is now Shelly's assistant, and she can use the knowledge from her previous life to get by, but going too deep may not work...

......

the next day.

Edith's seat was at the front of the examination room, very close to the podium, and it was obvious that she had squeezed in by finding an empty seat.

There weren't many people when she walked into the classroom. The invigilator was sitting on the podium, sorting out the test papers. He saw a figure out of the corner of his eye and subconsciously looked up.

He should have quickly lowered his head and continued working, but after seeing the three glittering golden badges, it was hard not to follow them.

Edith Griffin.

Suddenly, they said they would have a test for the third graders. The principal agreed easily and asked the third graders to prepare an extra set of desks, chairs and test papers.

"Put the table in front of the podium." When setting up the examination room, a potion professor instructed. She frowned, standing out in the relaxed atmosphere of the examination room.

Professor Fergus walked over with a smile, "As I recall, this is the third year Potions exam? Why, does Professor Edward have any opinion?"

"This is not a question of whether he is a third-year or not," Professor Edward scolded. "A first-year student actually dared to challenge the third-year paper directly, and with such a contemptuous attitude. It is a disgrace to Beunis College to not take pharmacy seriously like this!"

Pharmacy is a great subject that requires accumulation. She was born into a pharmacy family, and her bedtime stories since she was a child were medicinal recipes. Others started learning at the age of six, but she started memorizing the properties of medicinal materials when she was five years old, barely knowing how to read, a year earlier than the average noble.

Unfortunately, her talent was limited. After decades of hard work, she still couldn't get into the association as a researcher, and could only become a teacher in the academy. But she was a fourth-year potion professor! She taught the most difficult potion course in the entire academy and was more knowledgeable than the average teacher.

She hated those students who were not enlightened from childhood and resented those researchers who started late but achieved more than her. When the college hired Shelly as a teacher this year, she was the first to object, but she didn't expect that guy to still enter the college.

A commoner who only started studying pharmacy at the age of fifteen and joined the association, but he had the audacity to blow up the building, get himself fired, and waste this hard-earned opportunity!

Fergus knew what Edward was thinking. He looked at his angry face and laughed twice, trying to change the subject: "What does this have to do with putting it in front of the podium?"

"For surveillance. I think she must have some dirty tricks." Professor Edward narrowed his eyes. "Otherwise, how could she dare to accept such a challenge?"

"How dirty is that? The questions were all set by you fourth graders. To avoid suspicion, Scott and I haven't even looked at them." Fergus consoled him, "Okay, okay, just leave it here. Edith won't dare to cheat here."

"What are you talking about?"

Shirley walked into the classroom at this time. He came to find Edith's seat in advance so that he could see her first when he walked by the window when the teacher was taking the exam. Unexpectedly, he heard the teacher's name and walked over to ask a few questions.

Shelly always wore the uniform robe issued by the college, which was pure black and had no decorations, just as simple as his personal life.

But he looks more elegant than those who wear new clothes every day.

Fergus looked at the other's tall figure with envy, then looked down at his own increasingly bulging belly and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

Maybe this sigh gave Edward a signal to charge, but she spoke in a sarcastic tone: "Let's talk about your assistant who has the same name as Gary."

Shelly raised an eyebrow.

Fergus's face changed.

Damn Edward, after all these years, the person he hated the most was still Edith Gary!