Chapter 143: Don’t write randomly, fill it all in.
After all, Shelly had just arrived and didn't like socializing, so he only knew the names of most of his colleagues. Hearing Professor Edward's words, he raised his eyebrows and showed a bit of surprise: "Are you talking about Edith Griffin?"
To be honest, Edith is a common name, and few people would associate it with someone with the same name. I didn't expect that the other party not only knew the real name of "Researcher Gary", but also put him and Edith together - I guess he cares about both of them.
"Yes, she's taking the third grade exam this year." Shelly replied casually, looking in the direction of Fergus. After all, the other party was a teacher of the same grade as him, so he was relatively familiar with him, but the man didn't look at him, but kept winking at Edward.
He noticed Shelly's gaze and turned back quickly with an apologetic look.
Professor Edward's tone was obviously unfriendly: "You didn't leak the test questions to her, did you?"
"You set the test questions, so if they are to be leaked, it must be you yourself." Shelly said calmly, "I'll leave first if there's nothing else."
He ignored Edward, whose face was red with anger, and walked out of the classroom. Fergus apologized hastily and followed Shirley to the corridor.
"Mr. Scott!"
Shelly stopped and tilted his head slightly: "Professor Fergus."
Fergus was really exhausted. He couldn't stop panting after running just two steps. "Don't take it personally. She has been unable to join the association, so she will be more aggressive."
Shelly raised an eyebrow: "She hates the teacher?"
Fergus was stunned for two seconds before he realized who the teacher was. He hesitated for a while, and when he saw that Shelly was calm, he nodded: "Yes."
"It's not an exaggeration to say that we are old enemies."
The man in front of him seemed amused by this: "Enemy? Does Mr. Gary know about this?"
This can only be called one-sided hatred.
Fergus sighed: "Yeah, no one knows her."
Edward's dislike for Edith began the day she joined the association. When she heard the news that a civilian apprentice had been hired, she flew into a rage in the office, cursing the association for not doing anything and letting anyone in.
"But that's not what she hates the most." Fergus knew her very well, "What she hates the most is the theory of elements."
It was not until Edith's theory of elements was officially published that she truly hated him.
Shelly chuckled: "Because she is a personality type?"
Fergus nodded: "Because she is a characteristic person."
After the theory of material elements came out, Edith did not receive the applause she had expected. On the contrary, countless letters of opposition from the "Pharmacy Family" fell like snowflakes and piled up on her desk.
There are not only spell conservatives like the Giles family in this world, but also a large number of potion conservatives.
Summarizing the characteristics of materials is a long and tedious task. The material atlas books available on the market are limited in content, and researchers can only try a little by a little to select more suitable materials. Most of the aristocratic families have hundreds of years of accumulation and have a table of medicinal material characteristics that is not open to the public. They select suitable seedlings and recite them from childhood.
Edward was born into such a family. Unfortunately, she was not the most talented among her peers, and most of the family resources were eventually tilted towards others. Those who were slightly lower than the association's level could still find some connections and spend some gold coins, but she was too far behind and was directly abandoned to the academy.
But she was always proud of her origin. She memorized more characteristic tables than anyone around her, and could start studying whenever she wanted... until Edith proposed the theory of elements.
From then on, the characteristics of all materials can be traced. When the rules are summarized and the inferences are proven to be feasible, the original rote memorization seems like a joke.
All her efforts and pride in the first half of her life also became a joke.
Professor Edward had hoped that the theory would be overturned - whether Edith was really wrong or was slandered, the theory must sink to the bottom of the sea. But in the end, he only waited for the news that she was promoted to the chief.
chief.
The youngest chief since the establishment of the association.
"Jealous." Shelley said calmly, "She loves potions, but her noble birth makes her overly value honor. The teacher has achieved all the achievements she fantasized about, so she is jealous."
That's why she hated Gary, the researcher in the past, and Edith Griffin, her teacher now.
"Pathetic and hateful." He shook his head.
......
In the examination room.
Edith reconfirmed her position, shrugged, pulled out a chair and sat down.
Just go ahead.
Facing the invigilator's gaze, Edith calmly sat down and took out her ink bottle and pen as usual.
She still had the same quill pen she brought back from Oliver City. She had written too much this semester, and the hair on the handle had fallen off, and it was stained with a lot of ink. But now the nib had just been sharpened to a comfortable level, and the ink flowed smoothly, so she didn't change it and brought it directly to the exam room.
It’s hard to say what the character of the Charles family members is like, but the quality of their products is really good.
There was still some time before the exam officially started. Edith was in a daze, her hands unconsciously pulling out the few feathers on her pen.
The invigilator's eyes moved up and down with her movements, and it was difficult for him to look away.
This is too shabby.
The only valuable thing on Edith's body besides the college badge was the buttons - the buttons on the robes issued by the college were made of sterling silver.
Although most of them wore school robes on weekdays, and there was not much difference in clothing, they would all wear makeup or two pieces of jewelry. Even if they were simple, they would at least make sure their quills and ink bottles were in good condition.
But wasn't Edith Miss Turner's study partner?
Confusion and curiosity made him look in Edith's direction repeatedly, but after she had packed her things, she lay down on the spot, buried her face in her arms, and did not move, as if she had fallen asleep.
As time went by, there were still ten minutes before the exam started, and a large group of people suddenly rushed in from the classroom door. The people who appeared in the crowd were chatting casually, and they lowered their voices when they saw Edith lying down.
"Why is someone sitting here?" someone asked.
The person next to him obviously recognized Edith, poked the other person's arm hard with the pen in his hand, and stretched out a finger to indicate "1".
It's the first grader.
The boy suddenly realized what had happened and hurriedly shut his mouth, but as he rushed to his seat, he couldn't help but look back every few steps, as if he wanted to wait for this legend to raise his face.
But Edith kept her head down.
All the people sitting on the side subconsciously walked around Edith's desk. Although they all looked nonchalant, their eyes were honestly fixed on her hair.
curious.
So curious.
Palmer lowered her head and walked quickly into the classroom, but she didn't expect that the classroom would be packed with people as soon as she entered. She touched her head in confusion, raised her head, looked at the crowded team in front of her and exclaimed.
There is so much space around, why are people so obsessed with squeezing into a small path...
She walked suspiciously along the empty road, and when she saw that the teacher did not stop her and asked her to walk again, she sat down with peace of mind. When she looked up, Edith's blurry figure surrounded by the crowd appeared in front of her.
It was the third spot directly in front of her.
Palmer: “…”
She was obviously panicking and subconsciously wanted to lower her head and run away. Edith's sitting here had a lot to do with her, and she didn't know if she would be angry when she woke up...
"——Hurry up, don't crowd here, the exam is about to start!"
The invigilator's view was blocked by the crowd. He glanced at the clock out of boredom and almost fell to the ground in fright.
There were still two minutes left before the exam started, and he completely forgot to check the time.
Hearing this, the students who were huddled together hurried away, and Edith raised her head from her half-sleep and put her pen into the ink bottle.
The bell rang, and there was silence all around. The papers fell from the ceiling at the same time. She smoothed the paper, tilted the quill to let it soak fully, and picked up the pen to write.
Silky and smooth, both in the speed at which the pen produces ink and in her writing speed.
After taking the entrance exam and the quarterly examinations, Edith has basically figured out the rules for answering the questions, and her writing style has become closer to the standard template.
The invigilator was too close and could hear the sound of handwriting continuously without a pause. He seemed to have only heard such a smooth writing sound when he was a child scribbling at home.
He should have looked around the examination room, but he couldn't help but move his gaze in Edith's direction.
Don't write randomly, just fill it all up.
He squinted his eyes hard and managed to make out a few dictation formulas backwards. They were all correct and even the handwriting was very neat.
…Damn it.
When did Edward have such a kind heart to give such a simple test paper? Didn't she always give weird questions to show off her erudition?
He shook his head and walked down the platform, walking among the crowd. Just a few steps away from Edith, his ears suddenly became quiet.
——That’s not right. There are so many people here, shouldn’t it be noisier?
He looked to the side suspiciously. The three rows of students on his left all frowned in unison, and the one in the middle even bit the feathers with his teeth, desperately trying to tear them back.
The teacher subconsciously touched his scalp to make sure his hair was still on his head.
Damn it, why does it seem so difficult with these people?
He walked around in a circle again, his doubts growing even more intense.
Generally speaking, students get stuck in the second half of the exam, when the questions move towards design calculations or application questions, and they scratch their heads when they can't solve the problems.
But the exam has just begun! Most people are obviously stuck on the first question, which is the most basic part of memorizing and writing.
The teacher couldn't help but be curious, so he stopped behind a person who hadn't answered a single question and leaned over to observe.
The first question is a bit off topic but okay, the second question requires a lot of reading, and the third question - huh?
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the third question again.
No, even though he was only a second-year pharmacy teacher, his level was definitely better than that of his students.
——Why he has never seen the materials for the third question.
......
After getting the test paper.
Edith looked at the densely packed characteristics recitation questions and couldn't help leaning back.
Why are there only characteristic dictation questions?
Although he proposed the theory of material elements and obtained recognition from the association, he died too early and the textbooks were not revised that quickly, so the college still used the theory of material properties as the basis for teaching.
The person who came up with this set of questions is a bit tricky, with a lot of unconventional materials...
She glanced at Edward's name at the top of the test paper and suddenly realized that he was indeed from a pharmacy family.
But this question had no effect on her.
Based on the theory of material elements, she can easily deduce the properties of each material.
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