Chapter 30 Your Written Exam Paper
"Assistant?" Edith repeated, her expression still puzzled. "What does this have to do with going to the office?"
At this moment, she deeply regretted turning down several exchange activities to Beunis College in her previous life, so that now she was like a real poor student, knowing nothing about the hidden rules of the campus.
Everyone remained silent.
The new rules had just been announced, and this group of top students were given the same identity of "challenged". They could not help but sympathize with each other and have friendly exchanges. However, who would have thought that such a friendly atmosphere would only last for less than ten minutes.
Edith, are you really that much better than them?
Amy was still the only one in the group who was interested in watching the fun, and he started to explain with his hands dancing. "Most of the students who graduate from Bo Yunis College will join the association as apprentices, and only a few will stay in school." He spread his hands, "It can't be helped. If you join the association, you will have the opportunity to become a powerful manager. If you stay in school, you can only become a dean or principal at most, with limited responsibilities. Those who have a little ambition will not choose the latter."
"In this situation, deans and teachers who want to continue their research careers at the school will be in particular need of assistants - not assistants who wash crystal test tubes and carry materials, but assistants who can really give advice on research."
Edith raised her eyebrows. "So, they will look for suitable talents among the students and bring them to their side as assistants?"
Amy snapped her fingers. “That’s exactly right.”
"There is a legend in Beaujolais College that a good enough student will receive a note from the teacher or the teacher's assistant after a course ends. There is only a simple sentence on it: 'Come to the office for an interview.'"
“They will walk into the office amid the envious gazes of those around them, and when they come out, they will have an assistant badge on their collars, which symbolizes their status. From then on, they will go in and out of the classroom and laboratory, and have practical research experience earlier than others—as well as the blessing of the teacher’s personal network resources.”
"How about it? Does it sound exciting?"
Edith was silent: "It sounds like the plot of a third-rate novel."
At this moment, she finally understood the meaning of the strange requirements she had seen in the recruitment information of the Magic Association in her previous life: recruit students who have graduated from Bernius College within one year and have more than two years of research experience.
So this is what two years of research experience is like!
"Then I should now..."
"You should prepare your self-introduction and go to the inviting teacher's office today." Amy responded positively, "The rest will be discussed on the spot."
Edith shook her head. "That's not what I meant to ask. I meant—"
"If you want to refuse, just write a note and put it in the mailbox in front of the teacher's office." Tuttle stepped forward to add, "You don't have to meet face to face. Teachers are very understanding of students' behavior. After all, many people will go back to inherit their family business after leaving school, so it's normal not to want to be associated with research."
Edith was interrupted for the second time and frowned slightly. "I mean--"
"Don't worry about not being able to keep up. Since the teacher chose you, it must be because he saw something special about you." Bell thought she was anxious and leaned over to comfort her. "You are really amazing. If the teachers chose you despite your age, you must be able to do a good job as an assistant."
Edith: "I just want to know which three deans to reject."
The remaining nine people: “…”
Damn! Such an aggressive annoyance!
Edith was really troubled by this matter.
In terms of her expertise, she should have chosen Potions, but that would be too revealing - she was not sure which of her knowledge was what a first-year student should have, and which were top secrets that only Edith, as the "chief researcher", could access.
On a more personal note, Shelly is now a teacher at the School of Pharmacy. If I hang around the dean for a long time, I might run into him often and be found out that something is wrong - it would be fine if he found out, but it would be a disaster if the person who was spying on me found out.
Eliminating it, and then excluding the Warcraft research that is of no help to my current self, the only options left are magic circles and spells.
Edith cracked her knuckles, her mind racing.
Frankly speaking, if you want to find out how you died in your previous life, the best place to work is as an assistant to the Dean of Magic Circles. But if you want to find out who did it, you need to expand your interpersonal relationships. In Boyou College, the easiest place to meet new people is the biennial internal league of the college - this competition requires a high level of spells, so it is more appropriate to work for the Dean of Spells.
...However, spells and magic circles are basically interchangeable, but one is more scattered and the other is more complete. If you learn the scattered spells well, it should not be difficult to piece together the magic circle?
Having finally made her choice, Edith relaxed and ran to the teacher, where she learned that the next procedure was unimportant, and after asking for permission, she left the auditorium.
The rest of the people had different thoughts in their minds. They looked at her receding back with serious faces and slowly walked back to their seats.
The sense of urgency of competition permeated the first day of school.
Tuttle, who was following behind, hesitated for a few seconds, greeted the teacher, and hurriedly followed Edith's route out.
The teacher was very lenient towards the first and second ranked students and let them go very readily.
Tuttle followed Edith at a distance of more than ten meters. He was not a stalker, but he wanted to know...to know too much what Edith's written test paper looked like.
I also want to know where I went wrong, and whether the one-point gap between me and Edith was accidental or inevitable.
Edith had already discovered the hidden agenda. She knew Tuttle's parents and had seen him a few times in the association. His father was a senior researcher in the potion department under her, and his mother worked in a spell research laboratory and was likely to be the next chief.
With such an excellent mother guiding him, he should indeed have extraordinary confidence in the written test, and it is normal for him to have doubts.
——After all, even she herself doubted why she got such a high score.
Sensing that the person behind her had no ill intentions, she stopped paying attention to the man, accurately calculated the remaining time for the entrance ceremony, went upstairs, and knocked on the door of the Dean of the School of Charms.
"Come in."
The flower hidden in the pot outside the door opened its petals, revealing the round eyes in the middle. It blinked twice, "Both of you come in."
Tuttle, who was hiding behind a pillar a few meters away, was stunned, then came out of his hiding place awkwardly and walked into the office with Edith.
The dean of the School of Charms was a kind-looking white-haired old man. He smiled at the visitor and said, "Welcome."
She raised her hand, and the two chairs in front of her quickly moved apart, leaving space for someone to walk through. When the two of them sat down, the chairs automatically moved back, tucking their legs under the table.
"Dean Keith." Tuttle touched his chest and saluted skillfully. "I often heard my mother mention you. She said that you are the only person she has seen who can cast spells without a wand. Your control over spells and magic is superb. Seeing you in person today, I was really shocked."
Edith: “?”
No one taught me to start with a compliment.
She imitated the salute, but the dean quickly stood up and held her down: "Oh, no, no, you just want to chat with an old man like me, there's no need to be so serious."
She responded to Tuttle briefly, then turned around impatiently and looked at Edith with a smile, her eyes full of admiration: "Ms. Griffin, are you planning to be my assistant in spell research when you come here?"
Tuttle's breathing suddenly stopped.
Although she had expected this, she was still surprised to hear in person that her mother's former teacher, whom she respected so much, had directly invited Edith.
And... dissatisfaction and jealousy.
"Yes, I love spells more than other subjects, and I am willing to devote my life to spell research." Edith lied with her eyes open. "I didn't hesitate at all. I turned down the invitations from other teachers and came to you as soon as possible."
The smile on Dean of Curses' face grew even wider.
"Those old men and women had already had a fight in the observation room to snatch you away - don't worry, it's just a small friction, no one is hurt." She said calmly, "You ask me? I didn't participate. After all, the selection of the dean depends on the students' own wishes. I can't force others to do such a thing. Look, fate has pushed you to me, who is the most suitable for you."
Edith silently glanced at the dean's left hand covered by his sleeve. The scent of the healing potion seeped out from his clothes and entered her nostrils.
...It is a healing formula specifically designed for high-intensity corrosive potions. The only person who can use this kind of potion to attack is the dean of the Pharmacy School.
She silently withdrew her gaze and gave a smile that met social needs: "You are really a great teacher with philosophical thoughts."
Dean of Spells was obviously pleased with what she said. She knocked on the table and asked her assistant to bring a tray with a contract and a shiny badge on it.
"I'll give you one last chance to choose." She said kindly, trying to act as if she didn't care. "I'll give you the best resources. Whether you want to join the association or stay in school, I can leave you a letter of recommendation. The only thing you need to pay is your time. You may not be able to go to the tulip market or watch a play in the theater as often as others do - but I promise that you will gain much more than you lose."
Edith nodded and held out her hand: "I'll sign."
She quickly scanned the possible loopholes in the contract, but found no loopholes. She only saw full sincerity, and even gave her some financial compensation for her role as a companion. Without much hesitation, she grabbed the pen and signed Edith Griffin's name.
"Can I ask why you chose me?" Edith took the brooch, pinned it on her collar with the golden chief badge, and asked.
She wanted to know if she had revealed any flaws in front of the teacher.
"I watched your match. Your abilities are top-notch, especially when casting spells. The timing, strength, and coordination are all perfect." The dean was overjoyed. He folded the contract carefully and put it in the locked drawer. "However, there is another reason why I decided to find a non-enrolled student as my assistant."
She pulled a framed paper from a clip beside her and pushed it in front of the two of them.
"Your written exam paper."
Tuttle's breathing suddenly became rapid.
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