Chapter 40 Tsk tsk tsk
"Of course I signed up." Edith yawned. "Didn't I plan to participate from the beginning?"
Recently, she has been busy going back and forth between the classroom and Dean Keith's office, and her sleep time has been extremely squeezed. She doesn't even have time to go to the small shops in the Tulip Market, let alone pay attention to the news from the school.
"Are you really going to participate?" Heda turned around in surprise. "Aren't first-year students not encouraged to participate?"
Although there is no age limit on the entry form, applicants still have to go through a preliminary round of screening, and most of the first and second graders who just join in the fun are eliminated in the first round.
It is not shameful to be eliminated in the first round. The main reason is that those who choose to participate are basically those with good grades. Wasting preparation time will easily lower the results of the quarterly exam, which is not worth it.
"I plan to try to get into the top 50 in the next exam, but I don't think I have the time." She slumped on the table tiredly, "It would be good to learn the rules from the past."
Edith said nothing, sat down, picked up the registration form and studied it carefully.
"However, isn't the biennial arrangement unfair to us?" Mu Lin looked worried. "After all, everyone assumes that fifth graders can't participate in the competition. We can only compete at the level of third graders at most. Wouldn't those who entered school a year earlier have more time to study?"
"If you put them in the middle and lower-end student groups, yes." Bell replied distractedly while studying the rules of previous years, "But if you put them in the top students, one year of study really won't make much of a difference."
"After all, it takes time for schools to prepare exam questions, and it is unlikely that they can do it once a year."
"I'll join, too." She suddenly added something that caught everyone by surprise. Bell was even more active, and before anyone could react, he had already grabbed the registration form and started filling it out.
Seeing this, Edith also sat down and filled out the form.
She was not surprised that Bell signed up. He seemed to be in such a hurry all the time and would never put off until tomorrow what could be finished today.
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The next day, History of Magic
"Have you submitted your registration form?"
Just five minutes into the class, Edith received a small note from Tuttle. The note was folded into a square the size of a fingernail, wobbling from the side and landing in her palm.
Edith looked sideways and saw Tuttle was right in front of her on the left. She didn't know why he had to convey the information in this way.
"Yes."
She replied simply with two words, without using her wand, and leaned forward to pat Tuttle's shoulder.
The History of Magic course was held in the lecture hall. She was in the back row, half a shoulder taller than Tuttle. The other person frowned and turned back, but he didn't expect to meet Edith's gaze, and his face happened to touch Edith's drooping hair.
He subconsciously uttered a cry, immediately looked away, and hurriedly tore off the note.
"Miss Griffin, what are you doing?"
Bertram's teasing voice came from the blackboard. Everyone turned around and took the opportunity to look at the top student in the grade openly.
"Let's discuss the history of magic," Edith said generously.
Bertram raised his eyebrows, walked up the steps slowly, and stopped beside Tuttle's seat. "Okay." He glanced at the boy who was ready to stand up, turned to Edith and smiled, "Then let our top student answer the question on the blackboard."
"Tobias David."
"The answer is correct. Please take a seat."
Bertram withdrew his hand from Tuttle in surprise, and nodded in approval amid the whispers of amazement from the students around him: "Yes, you have some knowledge of this kind of popular science - but it's better not to communicate about feelings in class."
There was a burst of good-natured laughter from the people around.
Tuttle sat upright in his seat with a blank expression on his face, but his red ears revealed his restless heart. Bertram looked at him with amusement, cleared his throat, and walked back to the podium. "Okay, let's continue with Edith's answer and talk about the specific contributions of Knight David—"
Watching the teacher's receding back, Tuttle finally relaxed a little and had time to reply to Edith's note under the table.
"I've also submitted one. I heard from the teacher that more first-year students have signed up this year than in previous years. I'm sorry for what I did just now, but can you pass the note a little more covertly next time?"
"If you're afraid of being discovered by the teacher, don't pass notes in class."
The two of them exchanged ideas frequently, and naturally attracted other people's attention. Although most people were curious about the conversation between the top and second-best students in the grade, think about it - they were probably discussing a topic that they didn't understand.
It’s better not to humiliate yourself.
Lynch was sitting a little further forward than Tuttle, and his mind told him that it would be too conspicuous if he looked back at this moment, but he still couldn't help but look back.
…Well, Edith was indeed passing notes to Tuttle.
When did they become so close?
Is it because he is the second oldest?
He hesitated for a long time, but decided not to think about it anymore. He took the initiative to write a note and passed it to Edith: "Excuse me, what are you and Tuttle talking about?"
Edith raised her eyebrows: "Let's talk about the registration for the college league."
"You all plan to sign up?"
"yes."
After this brief note was passed, there was no response for a long time. Edith breathed a sigh of relief. She once again replied to Tuttle's note, which was obviously a conversation starter: "If you are tired of studying, you can talk to your study partner, not me."
Tuttle: “…”
This person finally stayed quiet for a while, giving Edith some time to secretly read books related to magic arrays. Unexpectedly, just after turning a page, a piece of paper with residual magic power appeared between the pages, which was obviously transmitted by a spell.
"It's so lively, what are you discussing? Can you take me with you (^▽^)"
There was an ugly smiley face at the end of the note. Edith looked up and met Amy's bright smile.
Edith: “…”
As expected, no precedent can be set for anything.
Finally the get out of class was over, she breathed a sigh of relief, and tried to run away with Heda, but was stopped by Lynch halfway.
"I plan to sign up." The boy's eyes were filled with determination, "I think... my ability is no worse than anyone else's."
Edith felt a little puzzled: "Welcome, it's always good to experience more, but don't give me the registration form."
Why do they have to tell her specifically?
"I'll report it too!" Amy rushed over as if she was afraid of being left behind, and put her hands on Edith and Lynch's shoulders in a familiar manner, "Let's go together."
"The promotion match after the preliminary round will have a teamwork system. I will definitely be bullied if I team up with the seniors. It's pitiful. Can you guide me?"
Lin Qi: “…”
How could the fourth place have the nerve to say in front of him that he would be bullied.
Edith expressionlessly pulled the boy's hand down, but he continued to pester her, with a smile that made it hard to refuse: "The league sounds like fun—"
Lin Qi, who was pushed aside, felt that his 50th place was not good enough for the first time. He looked at Amy's shameless expression of "please guide me" and suddenly an idea came to him. He spoke faster than his brain: "Excuse me, can you help me with my swordsmanship?"
He tried to imitate Amy, but the words that came out sounded strange. "I'm sorry about what happened in the past, but that was not my intention. If you are willing to team up with me, I can use my sword skills to protect you in the promotion competition." He added hurriedly, "It's not that you are incapable, but it's always good to have an extra layer of protection."
Edith dodged Amy's enthusiasm again and said without hesitation: "Okay."
When she first crossed over, thanks to the food and shelter provided by the manor, she quickly adapted to her new identity and Doreen successfully survived. Marquis Charles did look down on her, but Lynch did nothing wrong.
Just consider it as repaying a favor.
"Ah, ah!" Lin Qi seemed to have not expected that she would agree so quickly, and his eyes were full of surprise. "Okay, okay! I have time anytime, and I'll do whatever you arrange!"
He left the classroom with a leap of faith, as if he was walking on cotton. But Amy was silent at this moment, paused for two seconds, approached Edith mysteriously, and lowered her voice: "You also know swordsmanship?"
Edith couldn't stand it any longer: "Shut up."
She finally agreed to the other party's request to form a team, and finally got rid of the man's entanglement. Hedda had left long ago, and asked someone to help bring a message, saying that she planned to go to the library to study early. Edith had been studying in the History of Magic class for a whole morning, and now felt that she could not absorb anything. She looked at the empty afternoon schedule and decided to go to the tulip market to take a look.
Bell and Mulin were both unable to study Potions due to financial problems. Both of them had good grades and should not be troubled by the cost issue - the shop that was temporarily put on hold can now be picked up again.
Well, we have to take the love potion off the shelves to avoid being exposed.
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Teachers' office area.
Bertram was dancing in the corridor, holding the History of Magic textbook between his legs and humming a song, in a good mood.
Today is Friday, I don't have classes in the afternoon, so I can go to the dance in the evening -
Passing by a window that reflected people's shadows, he stopped and looked at his handsome face carefully. He turned around to admire his new clothes - perfect lace, perfect waist, and finally whistled and adjusted his hairstyle that he had done early in the morning.
As soon as the whistle sounded, he picked up the action of humming the song again, but this time he sang a dance music that was very popular in dance parties recently.
"Goddess, what a finely crafted face." He narcissistically put the book down on the windowsill and held his cheeks, "Goddess, oh goddess, am I the most handsome man in the world—"
Shelly's face suddenly appeared behind the transparent glass.
The other person was wearing the uniform black robe of the academy, with messy hair and expressionless face. He was walking hurriedly with a book in his hand. There was no sign of being dressed up, but he looked several degrees more refined than him.
Bertram: "..."
Okay goddess, I understand goddess, there is no need to tell me the correct answer in this way.
He pushed open the door and shouted to Shelly, who was still busy with his experiment, "Are you going to the party tonight? It seems that three deans are coming. It will be very helpful to expand your network."
"No." Shelly was in a bad mood, staring at the notes in his hand with his eyes downcast. "I plan to go to the tulip market again."
"You've been waiting for so long but still haven't found anyone? The boss must have run away." Bertram shook his head in disapproval. "You should also socialize a little. You're 22 years old. According to the legend in the potion world, if you don't have a girlfriend at the age of 24, you should give up research for the rest of your life."
"Shut up."
Shelly looked even more upset. Bertram didn't know what he had done to anger him, and shrugged, "22 years old... Tsk, I tell you, there are already some students in my first grade class who are in love."
"That one, Edith you saw the other day, and that second-best girl in their grade, tsk tsk tsk, flirting with each other and passing notes in class..."
Bertram smacked his lips, his face full of envy: "It's great to be young - why didn't I think of having a date when I was studying?"
"Start attending fewer dances now and dress like a normal person, and maybe you'll find one."
Shirley frowned, his tone was flat, but Bertram could hear the sarcasm in his words. He packed up the experimental equipment, turned off the lights in the laboratory, and walked out the door.
"I'm leaving now and will lock the door. You can stay inside if you want."
"Hey, why are you like this!"
Shelly finally locked the door, ignored the threatening voices behind him, and walked out of the school at a brisk pace.
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