Mage Joan

Qiao An has long known that he has many shortcomings, and many things can't be done well, such as social activities.

Criticism, he is not unacceptable, but this time is very different.

He always thought that even if he lacked talents in other areas, at least in the field of academic research, he still had some talents.

All along, his schooling experience has been relatively smooth. In addition, he does have outstanding intellectual advantages. It is inevitable that some small conceit will gradually breed in my heart. I feel that I am very suitable for taking the "scholar" path.

In fact, due to his solitary personality and social barriers, he has never been able to find a position that does not embarrass him outside the school.

Over time, immersing himself in studying and studying the topics he was interested in became his only spiritual sustenance and motivation for life.

Learning more magic can only bring happiness to himself, and outsiders have no way of knowing it; publishing research results can help him win a reputation and win wider social recognition.

For Joanne, becoming a scholar means integrating into the society without the help of social activities, which means that he does not need to be in close contact with people to make the other person recognize his value.

In human society, he can only find this only one suitable for his position, which is destined to be destined.

Other than that, he had no choice.

All along, Joan has made unremitting efforts towards the goal of "becoming a scholar" in all his career and life planning.

Suddenly, this road seemed impossible!

So, if a monster like him that is out of step with society, if he can't find his place in the "ivory tower", what should he do in the future?

Qiao An looked around blankly, his eyes seemed to be endless night, there was no way for him to prepare, so that for the first time in his life, he lost his sense of direction.

This deep sense of frustration even made him feel that living in such a world incompatible with himself was really boring.

After vomiting, Joan felt collapsed.

Reluctantly raising his strength, he flushed the sink with water, and then walked back to the bedroom like a wandering soul.

He fell on the bed, his face buried in a pillow, and he was not interested in doing anything. His heart was gray.

Just lying on the bed in such a muddled manner, I don't know how long after that, there was a bell ringing downstairs.

It was Mrs. Anderson, the landlord, who greeted him downstairs for lunch.

Everything in Joan's stomach spit out, and the occasional stomach acid caused a strong burning sensation, extending from the stomach to the throat.

He knew he should have something to eat, and pressed the sour water rising from his stomach, but he had no appetite and did not want to go downstairs to meet someone.

Mrs. Anderson saw that he hadn't responded for a long time. Maybe when he fell asleep, he didn't say anything.

Joan lay for a long time between half awake and half awake, and suddenly realized a serious problem.

I can't hide in the bedroom forever to be ashamed.

In the evening, if you don't go downstairs to eat, the landlord's wife is likely to go upstairs to visit, and sister Zion will knock on the door to ask.

How will you respond by then?

Lie to pretend to be sick?

This can only be concealed from Mrs. Dong, but Audrey, who is proficient in "holy treatment", cannot be deceived.

What's more, Audrey and Holden knew about the writing of his paper, and they often asked him about the reviewing manuscripts these days. If you ask about this again, how should you answer it?

Joanne believes he can be honest, but he can't guarantee that he can act as if nothing had happened.

In case Audrey and Holden see that they have been hit hard because they have been rejected, so much that they lose their souls and do not think about it, it makes him feel more embarrassed than the rejection.

Joan felt more and more uncomfortable, and absolutely did not want to contact with Zion's younger brother in this situation, so he braced himself, and quietly went downstairs and slipped out of the apartment.

Where should I go next?

Standing on the street in the afternoon, Joan suddenly realized that the city in front of him became very strange.

Go to school?

Of course not!

Holden's big mouth, I am afraid that he had already publicized the writing of his thesis. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if a classmate asked about it.

Joan has been in Midgard City for almost three months, but it is only until today that he has found that he lacks the most basic understanding of this city where he lives.

The trajectory of daily life is nothing more than two points and one line of school and apartment.

Now that neither the school nor the apartment can go, he doesn't know where else to stay.

After walking aimlessly along the street, Joan found a green area on the corner of the street, with benches for pedestrians to rest on.

He sat on the bench and reflected on his behavior, feeling ashamed the more he thought about it.

Before submitting the manuscript, he thought that he was prepared for the rejection of the manuscript and could face it calmly.

However, when the worst expectations became reality, he did not show the strong qualities he thought he had, but was deeply hit, lost his soul, and fragile as a soft egg!

Reason told Joan that the rejection letter was actually no big deal.

Although the criticism of the journal editor is severe, it will not prevent him from continuing to submit articles in the future. The failure of a paper does not mean that his academic career will die.

What's more, the criticism of the other party mainly points to his imprudent attitude and format error, not to the content of the paper, and there is no denial of his ability.

If you are strong enough, you can calmly deal with this setback, instead of violently giving up here, wasting a good time in vain.

The word "strong" is simple to say, but it is difficult to carry it through in life.

Joanne always felt that he did not lack strong qualities.

Judging from his past experience, he really has reason to claim to be strong.

He once plucked out his own eyes and hung upside down on the tree for nine days and nights, but no tears flowed.

He also fought **** battles on the front line of Brass Mountain. In the face of the siege of the Jackals and the Fire Giants, even when it came to the point of playing the best of food, he had no idea of ​​giving up resistance.

Not to mention, he risked his life to go deep into the dark area, and after hardships and dangers, he never flinched.

Almost all suffering and torture in the world can endure in silence. Can such a person be said to be vulnerable?

However, the human mind is not an abstract point, but more like a three-dimensional body composed of countless planes.

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot guarantee that all planes that make up the mind are equally indestructible.

A person's inner world cannot be simply defined as "strong" or "fragile".

People who are not afraid of death are not necessarily afraid of life.

Weakness in showing something is because we care too much.

The more you care about something, the more vulnerable you are.

Just when Joan was uneasy, a magic wave suddenly set off in front of him, and a small red ball of light emerged, calling him silently.

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