EP.118 Group task presentation (2)
Mana’s Trading Basics Classroom.
There is silence in the classroom. No one opens their mouth. The only sound that comes from swallowing dry saliva is empty.
“What are you doing?”
There is no need to ask about the cause.
“Please return to your seat. Mac student.”
Mac, who was the first presenter, came down from the podium in a state of ecstasy. There is no strength in those steps. Her shoulders, which had put a lot of effort into them, are slumping.
‘Disqualification.’
It was a shocking result, but Mac could not keep quiet about the assessment. There is no way there is anything to say. It was revealed that the assignment was just copied.
“······.”
The students who watched this fell silent.
The next runner, Group B’s leader Berphy, is in a cold sweat. The first runner was crushed right before my eyes. It doesn’t necessarily feel like someone else’s story.
‘Oh, what should I do?’
Professor Rania’s voice was cool, and her points were sharp. It was a circuit that seemed perfect at first glance, but Professor Rania immediately found a flaw.
As if nothing is perfect.
‘Our group circuit… will be okay, right?’
I’m not sure.
gulp.
Berfi swallowed dryly and glanced at Professor Rania. She was looking at the circuit sheet she submitted before her Mac went down.
“···hmm.”
She frowned. Finally, she suddenly touched the circuit paper with her fingertip.
Hwareuk.
The flames rising from the fingertips engulf the circuit paper. The remaining burnt ashes fell down on the table. Berphy’s complexion turned pale as he watched it.
Okay.
She lifted her head after sweeping away the ashes that had accumulated on the desk with her hand blade. And then, with an expressionless expression, he said the name of the next runner.
“Group B leader, Berfi student.”
As if nothing had happened.
“Please begin your presentation.”
“Yes, yes…”
Berfi climbed onto the podium with trembling steps.
She glanced around with a pale complexion and slowly opened her mouth.
“Well, our group is…!”
It’s a voice that sounds like it might cry at any moment.
The voice felt so moist…it was painful to all who heard it.
2.
The presentation of the results of group tasks continued.
Contrary to concerns, no student was embarrassed in front of everyone like the first runner.
“Why are there such restrictions on this part?”
“Ah, that part…”
Her questions were still sharp, but they could have been answered if she had drawn the circuit herself. When she was first asked the question, the students were nervous…
“It’s not bad. However, this part seems to be an error. What do you think?”
“Ah, it’s better if you connect this way…”
“Yes, the connection of constraints is important, but the circuit is ultimately a ‘transaction document.’ “It’s always good to be clear, so it’s not good to be messy.”
As the questions and answers continued, they relaxed and answered as if they were having a conversation. Rather, there was a lot to be gained from the questions.
‘Ah, so it’s like this…’
As you answer the questions, you suddenly understand what you were missing. Although it is a grading time for group assignments, it actually doubles as a class.
It doesn’t end there.
“I refined the overall aspect of the circuit. Please take your time and check it out.”
After each group’s presentation, she handed out circuit sheets. The recording sheet she distributed contains the circuit she edited.
Presentation, grading, and editing take place simultaneously.
Students blink at the immediate feedback they receive. I submitted the circuit because I thought it was perfect by their standards… but after going through Professor Rania’s hands, the circuit became much neater.
Simple, clean circuit.
A circuit close to ideal.
It includes curves and straight lines drawn by their own hands. Students feel a strange sense of accomplishment from that fact.
“Our group…”
“We are a batting team…”
“Through the above form…”
The presentation continues, and various orders fill the air of the classroom. The power it shows is also different.
A group that succeeded in breaking the resistance stone, a group that only made a small scratch, and a group that made a crack…
and.
Quang!
There is also Joe who turned the resistance stone into powder.
“That is all.”
Group C leader, Resty Eleanoa.
She waved her hand lightly, shaking off the powdered resistance stone. Her students look at her with wide eyes.
Resty slightly turned his head.
The person the gaze was directed at was Professor Rania. After her presentation, she was quick to edit, but this time, there was no sign of her pen moving.
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She put down her pen and smiled slightly.
“There is nothing to edit. “It’s perfect.”
It was a de facto declaration of perfect scores.
Resty came down from the podium with a proud face. The steps are light. The one who came up after her was Belnoa.
“This is Group E leader, Belnoa.”
After a short introduction, he holds up the circuit record. A circuit was projected into the air. The moment it was projected, the students inadvertently held their breath.
It is different from an ordinary circuit.
It was a circuit that drew strange shapes.
What Belnoa uses as a basic framework is a circuit related to witchcraft. Of course, it is bound to be unfamiliar to students. Belnoa did not bother to explain the unfamiliarity.
Instead of explaining, I added a short word.
“This is a spell that our group developed ourselves.”
Development.
Students blink at that word.
The development of spells is a concept that comes at the end of magic. But, you’ve already done that?
“Let me demonstrate the spell first. “I thought it would be easier to understand if I showed you and then explained.”
Belnoa briefly snapped his fingers.
It flows as a shadow from a circuit assembled in the air. It sticks together and creates a pile.
This is the first time I see it.
Even Lark, who knows Belnoa’s shadow thorn, feels unfamiliar with the spell. And then, Belle Noah waved her finger lightly.
Took!
The stake shatters the resistance stone.
The pile swallowed up the shattered resistance stone. Thus, it leaves no trace.
“······.”
Students are silent.
It was an eye-opening spell.
The power is unbelievable for a basic spell.
The power exceeds the orders of Group C, which Resty belongs to.
“This spell focuses on ‘shadow thorn’…”
Taking advantage of the audience’s attention focused on the power of the spell, Belnoa began explaining the spell.
“I was in charge of the basic outline, and worked with the team members to strengthen and refine the circuit…”
He pours out explanations like rapid fire.
The reason why he especially emphasizes ‘support’ and ‘cooperation’ is because even as Belnoa, there is a part that pricks him.
“···That is all.”
After finishing his explanation, Belnoa lets out a short breath.
Then, he slowly turns his gaze to look at Professor Rania. Belnoir swallowed dry saliva as he waited for the evaluation.
“Um… Belnoa.”
Professor Rania, who was quietly watching Belnoa, opened her mouth. She looked as if she was embarrassed and said one word briefly.
“Group assignments are not done alone.”
It was a word that hit the nail on the head.
“…I will be careful.”
This is a circuit that clearly reveals Belnoa’s habits. No matter how hard I tried to explain it… there was no way Professor Rania wouldn’t know that fact. Belnoir let out a short sigh and came down from the stage.
The time has already reached the hour mark.
The leaders who were lined up in front of the podium have already returned to their seats. All groups’ presentations ended with Belnoa as the last.
“At first glance, it looks like the presentation is over.”
Before the end of class, Professor Rania stepped up to the podium. She placed her grades on one side of her desk and opened her mouth.
“The goal of this group project was planned in the hope that you would experience custom manufacturing indirectly.”
She pointed to the rows of resistance stones.
“Some groups developed the spell completely, others successfully modified the spell, and others failed but were close to success.”
Everyone achieved success in their own way.
She smiles at that fact.
“Yes, thank you all for your hard work.”
And then.
“There are no assignments this week.”
He says something unbelievable.
The students blink at the words spoken with bright smiles. No one can accept the situation properly.
Dang, daeng.
Class ends with the bell ringing.
Professor Rania took the grading paper and left the classroom. The students remaining in the classroom look at each other.
“just now···.”
“uh.”
“There are no assignments.”
“huh.”
Only after a while do they understand the situation.
In Mana’s trading classroom, cheers erupted for the first and last time.
3.
The weather in summer is hot.
Early summer, with its bright sunlight, may be a season of vacation for some and a season of travel for others, but at least not in Aplia.
Final exam period.
Aplia’s early summer means the time of final trials before the end of the semester.
‘Not much time left…!’
The attitude of students going through that period is quite different from the midterm exam period. Unlike a few months ago, when they walked around limp like zombies, the students burned their will like warriors determined to fight to the death.
That has to be the case.
What comes after final exams?
It’s the end of the lecture, it’s the end of the lecture…!
The long-awaited end of the semester is approaching. When the semester ends, you can enjoy a sweet vacation.
Students picture the upcoming future in their minds.
You can be liberated from a hellish task. There is no need to wake up early in the morning due to classes being packed in the morning. This means that you can leisurely wake up when the sun rises in the sky and enjoy breakfast and lunch.
What a beautiful imagination.
Just imagining that can help me get through each day.
In this way, each student spends the final exam period in their own way. Some students go in and out of the library, others gather all their remaining motivation and spend a hot day, while there are also students who waste time worrying untimely.
『Recipient: Lac Van Grace.』
A letter arrived at the Central Academic Building.
That signaled the beginning of the incident.
* * *
“······hmm.”
Lark Van Grace.
He was staring intently at the letter on the table. On his rough stationery he is sealed with the seal of the Grace family.
“Umm…”
Lark groans as he looks at the letter.
It is not uncommon to receive letters from family members. However, the problem was the sender of the letter.
A pattern with a sword added to the family symbol.
Rough and crude letter paper.
There was only one person writing this.
‘Why did my father send me a letter…’
The head of the Grace family.
Erijl van Grace.
He is a person who looks like a picture of a northern warrior, and he almost never sends letters. Because he was a person with the mindset that he would rather come to meet someone in person than send a useless letter.
‘What on earth is going on?’
You won’t know unless you check.
Squeak.
In the end, Lark made up his mind and opened the letter. I picked up the fallen piece of paper and unfolded it.
“grow.”
『A special guest has come to our home.』
『Come down.』
Short sentences and bold letters.
I wrote it so hard that the letters are smeared across the paper. It was truly a fatherly letter.
‘Are you telling me to come down?’
Even if I didn’t have to send a letter, I planned to come down after the end of the semester. I didn’t think my father would send me a letter about something like this.
“······.”
When I tilted my head and looked down, I saw a few more lines of sentences written.
『Bring the strongest professor.』
『If you write it down, I will send you a separate invitation.』
···suddenly?
I couldn’t figure out the intention.
The letter ended there. Lark blinked his eyes and picked up the envelope. Whenever my father sent me a letter… it included my mother’s commentary.
Sure enough, one more letter fell.
『Lark, how are you?』
『The reason for writing the letter is none other than…』
It is a letter written in a soft handwriting.
Lark read the letter through. After reading his mother’s commentary, he vaguely understood the situation.
‘There is a special guest staying, so he will come down to his home during the vacation.’
That was the first one.
‘If there is a professor who taught me in Aplia, I would like to bring him to the North and treat him well…’
That was the second reason.
Lark stroked his chin, recalling the northern culture of ‘hospitality’. Only then did his father’s words make sense.
“So you are the strongest person.”
“Hmm,” Lark nodded.
The strongest person. Strength in the North does not simply mean military power. In the North, where survival means strength… not only strength but also wisdom is a measure of strength.
‘A strong person, a strong person…’
But not in Lark’s mind. Lark interprets the meaning of ‘strength’ very simply.
‘Who is strong?’
There was only one person that came to Lark’s mind.
“hmm.”
Lark took out a quill and wrote down his name.
『Rania van Trias.』
Lark nodded his head loudly.
It couldn’t have been a great appointment.
‘Someone who enjoys the ‘treatment’ of warriors.’
No matter how much I thought about it, there was only that professor.
A word from the author (author review)
The description of the end of the lecture was so selfish that I wrote over 2,000 characters and then deleted them. I feel like I could write a few thousand more words just discussing the beauty of the final lecture…
