Lord of Mysteries: Yao Guang

"Good morning, Candela! Thank you for the reminder in the laboratory last time. If it weren't for you, I might have wasted a piece of material."

"Good morning. That's nothing, at most there will be gear wear."

The girl with disheveled black hair had a serious face. With her thin face and regular facial features, she looked very serious, but her brown eyes were smiling, as if filled with a little starlight, exuding a youthful look. Unique vitality and hope:

"In terms of results, you still helped me."

The person being thanked was a dark-skinned girl who looked to be two years older than the other girl. Her messy, curly hair was tied into a ball and hung on the back of her head like a lightbulb, with blue-purple feather-style earrings hanging on her ears. This was a unique look even in Backlund Technical University, where students were diverse.

This girl with obvious Southern Continent features had a stiff expression, as if she was not used to being thanked so enthusiastically:

"That's just...the assistant coach's responsibility."

"If you are willing, I would like to invite you to come to our house for dinner this Sunday, is that okay?"

"Sorry, I have other things to do on Sunday. I have to go out with my friends." Seeing the black-haired girl showing a little disappointment, the lady quickly added, "I'm still very grateful for your invitation, Meili. Sha."

"Well, I should get to the lab as soon as possible. I can finish the parts that Master Mormont asked for soon. Have a nice day, Candela."

Just as Melissa was about to turn around, the lady stopped her again: "By the way, it's just a reminder..."

"What?" Melissa stopped in confusion.

Candela lowered her voice slightly: "Mr. Principal is very optimistic about you, come on."

After finishing speaking, Candela reluctantly twitched her lips, showed a relatively friendly smile, waved goodbye to Melissa, and then walked quickly towards the library.

Looking at the back of the figure who was alone but moving swiftly, Melissa couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Her friends said that Candela Gonzalez had a cold temperament and would never agree to such an invitation. In fact, this woman who often appeared in various laboratories and followed the professors to help with chores had never followed up. Anyone she went out with, she always scurried away to avoid too much contact with others.

Melissa got some guidance from the other party last time, so she thought about inviting Candela, but being rejected was expected.

By the time Melissa walked into the laboratory and came out again, it was already two hours later. She moved her sore neck and kept lowering her head to the parts table. It was really uncomfortable to sit at the table for a long time.

But at least the design drawings requested by instructor Momont have been completed, and the proportional physical parts have been built. According to Momont's requirements, now that she has completed the task, of course she plans to report it as soon as possible.

At Backlund University of Technology, the most planted green plants are Intis sycamore trees. In the cool breeze of early September, these still green leaves rustle, like the pages of a book that are constantly turning. Counting the daily lives of young students.

Melissa walked through the wide square in front of the school district. In the center of the square, there was a steam train locomotive that had left its job.

Just like a head that was cut off and used as a specimen after death, such a huge steel structure alone was placed at Backlund University of Technology, giving the place an even more attractive industrial atmosphere.

It has been well maintained and most of the parts are even working, including the engine and cylinders which are the "heart" of the steam train.

Therefore, when they have free time, many people like to gather next to the front of this steam train to study the corresponding mechanical structure and operating rules. Some people simply explain to others the principles of the steam engine and brag to others about their own history. knowledge from books or classes.

When the latter gets carried away, he will inevitably have his mistakes pointed out by others, laughed at by his friends, and then yell something like, "This is what Russell said," "You don't understand the romance of steam," " Don't even think about borrowing my homework next time," and so on, making speeches that looked increasingly irritated.

Although the school does not encourage students to gather here, it does not impose any restrictions on their actions. Curiosity is the best source of power for students, just like heating a steam engine filled with water. They are very familiar with machinery. Enthusiasm will one day give stronger feedback to technical research.

It was the same today. When Melissa passed by, there were more than a dozen people gathered around the front of the steam train, but they did not knock along the direction of the steam connecting rod as they usually did when studying.

Most people remained quiet and were listening to a young girl standing on the car door reciting affectionately.

Melissa recognized the lady, Eudora, as a classmate in the same department as her. Neither of them had classes this morning, so she didn't expect Eudora to be here.

Melissa hesitated for a moment, then finally moved to the edge of the crowd and listened quietly like everyone else.

I just took a few minutes to see what was going on, and I hope Master Mormont doesn't mind.

"I am not like a storm or like a wave,

I have never run across the mountains and fields like it, traveling to all directions.

But my heart stirs with it,

Breathing out warm currents without stopping.

As the engine oil drips,

It disappears among the cold gears,

A butterfly passed through my chest,

Turn on the lights..."

At the end of a poem, people nearby began to shout out praises and applaud.

Melissa also clapped and saw Eudora's face turned red. Someone in the crowd whispered something, so the "Miss Poet" burst into laughter along with the people next to her.

Melissa smiled and backed away from the edge of the crowd before the next student began to recite her own piece.

Just listening from a distance, she could guess that it was another poem written by Eudora herself. Many people had advised this girl to submit articles to Backlund Literary Magazine, but Eudora was more interested in reciting it directly to everyone. recite.

In Eudora's own words, face-to-face sharing is more sincere and makes her feel happier.

Compared with when she first entered Backlund Technical University, this girl smiles more and more, and she hopes to share her inner happiness with others.

Melissa heard people say that Eudora's family situation was not very good, but because Backlund Technical School was reorganized into a university, Eudora was given a chance to truly become a college student. She faced the rudeness of the grocery store owner. Father reluctantly nodded and allowed Eudora to continue studying.

Seeing such changes, Melissa was happy for her friend from the bottom of her heart.

Melissa continued walking towards the building where Portland Moment was located, and she knocked directly on the door of the principal's office as she usually did.

After hearing the reply "Please come in" loudly from the door, Melissa walked into the house. However, to her surprise, there were already two visitors here, a calm and decent man with gray temples. A middle-aged gentleman and an elegant, beautiful and graceful blonde lady.

Melissa didn't expect that Tutor Mormont was here to receive guests, and she couldn't help but blame herself for being abrupt. She should have asked the tutor's assistant first, but now it's really rude to directly intrude into the gap between other people's conversations. .

Melissa didn't know that she had already shown her inner uneasiness on her face. She just lowered her head in panic and apologized: "I'm sorry for disturbing your conversation."

Portland Moment didn't care very much. When he saw the timidity of the students he valued, he immediately expressed relief: "It's okay, they are already preparing to leave. Are the items I gave you last week already ready?"

Melissa knew that she should step aside from the door and could not continue to block the aisle, so she walked directly into the office, stood aside and nodded in response: "Yes, it's done."

Only then did Portland turn to two guests from the "Luen Charitable Student Foundation":

"Both of them are directors of the Charitable Student Fund, and this lady is Melissa Moretti, a student who is very talented in mechanics. I accidentally discovered that her practical ability is very good, I asked her to help me in my laboratory after class. Although she is still doing trivial odd jobs, she has done them very well."

The corner of the man's mouth turned up and he said appreciatively: "Not bad."

When he said this, he nodded towards Melissa at the door, causing a blush to appear on the face of this not very confident student.

The blond lady who looked about the same age as herself glanced at her companion's expression and said in agreement: "There are always some arrogant guys who say that women don't have talent in the mechanical field, and this lady proved them wrong. .”

Portland smiled and shook his head, not intending to let the conversation go further:

"There is no need to pay attention to those remarks. Everyone's talents are different, just like every part belongs to a different place. Well, I will let the secretary take you to understand the situation of those recipients.

"Is this your first time here, Mr. Dantès? Then it is necessary to walk around our campus more. Although we cannot compare with Backlund University, as a reorganized new university, we also have many advantages of our own... "

When passing by Melissa, the middle-aged gentleman stared straight ahead, as if he was concentrating on talking to the principal. However, the blond girl showed a very sweet smile, and Melissa smiled back and watched them walk out. Principal's office.

Huh, luckily the guests didn't blame me for interrupting. That lady's eyes are so beautiful, they are like lenses that attract people in, magnifying any impurities and flaws.

Melissa breathed a sigh of relief in her heart and did not forget to close the door to the principal's office.

I hope they will like our university and will not leave a bad impression that the students here are rude because of my appearance.