The abnormal Emmenas once again became peaceful. Except for Osuna who had been in a deep sleep, the other infected students recovered one by one, and most of them returned to their previous lives, but it was a little different from the past.

The Tall Tower Academy in the North, the Witch of Books who has served as the college director for hundreds of years, officially resigned. The new college director is a long-standing sage, Magic Sequence 9·Quantitative Balance, Gold.

A knock on the door sounded outside the office.

"Enter!"

The old man sitting in the office looked at the yellowed ancient book in his hand and responded. A young man pushed the door and walked in.

"Hello, the principal, I'm Jack."

The student looked at the old man with a little nervousness. He had sparse white hair and a little thin face, but he looked very healthy.

"Sit down."

"yes."

Jack walked to the sofa beside him and sat down, leaning his legs together, and putting his hands on both sides of his body with some anxiety.

This was the first time he had met this new principal, and he was just an ordinary student at present. Not only did he not have excellent grades, he also made a big mistake this time.

"Can you tell me what happened?"

The college director put down the notes handed over in his hand. It was complicated to record all kinds of big and small things in the college. It was really unimaginable how the former college director Si Ye handled so many miscellaneous things, just like tireless machinery.

He sighed faintly in his heart, and then looked at the student in front of him, one of the vortexes that caused various things in the academy some time ago, a third-year student named Jack.

Judging from the resume, although this student worked very hard, he was not outstanding and had no highlights, but he still wanted to know why he embarked on this path, or why the witch chose him alone.

"Yes, the college leader..." Then Jack talked about the previous process again.

"In other words, you were discouraged by the failure of the experiment and accepted the witch's alms, right?"

"...Yes." When answering this sentence, Jack lowered his head, feeling a little ashamed and ashamed, and his voice trembled.

"It's nothing, just look up."

Gold waved his hand and looked at the young man in front of him. He had short light golden hair and looked pretty good, but his clothes were a little ordinary, his shoes looked a little old, and there was a hint of blood in the corners of his eyes. It seemed that he hadn't had a good sleep these days.

"I heard some students say that you are very hardworking, right?" In fact, that is no longer hard work, or even self-abuse. Gold thought silently in his heart.

"It's not something worthy of being praised..." Jack's voice was a little bitter. He worked so hard and could definitely achieve the desired result. Instead, he accumulated a lot of depression, anxiety, resentment and so on.

"Um....."

Gold looked at the young man in front of him and seemed to see many similar figures, overlapping on him, and there was more than one student like him.

There are many students who work hard during their school years, but not everyone can compete for the top spot. This involves talent, direction, effort, opportunities, etc. In many cases, it is not possible to succeed by working hard.

The college director, who had a wide life experience, spoke.

"In fact, no matter in colleges or industries, there are always many people who are deliberately thinking about 'showing a success', that is, competing for the top few, but they don't realize how small the possibility of success is, and it is even a luxury. I don't deny that competition can promote progress, but competition can bring pain, and sometimes this pain is far greater than your gains."

He continued, as if he had recalled the faces in his memory and the figures that had grown old over the years.

"Sometimes, when you put in a long period of time and effort for something, or even exhausted, you find that there is no change in the status quo. The grades have not changed much, and parents have not loved you more because of this. The teacher did not notice that the relationship between friends is still the same, the treatment does not increase, the popularity does not increase, the prospects are blurred, and there is no motivation to do anything..."

"Don't doubt it is actually a situation that many people will encounter. In fact, he is the same, you are the same, and I am the same."

"At this time you will be very anxious, and begin to doubt the original intention of your efforts and the meaning of competition. At first, you doubt your talent and ability, and later deny your personality and background. As the number of failures increases, one day you will suddenly realize that not everyone has to reach the peak of the industry or circle before they can achieve their status."

He paused for a moment before continuing to speak.

"Since ancient times, more people in this world must be willing to be mediocre, not to mention the mediocrity of life, but at least ten or eight years, or even decades of long-term mediocrity of life."

His voice suddenly became powerful: "What does it mean to strive for the upper reaches? Many times, this is actually a spiritual kidnapping of middle and lower reaches."

"It's like saying that if you don't go upstream, you're a failure, useless, bad, unfortunate, so as to satisfy their sense of superiority, and then let you keep swimming for those few rankings and make them profit."

"So competition gradually becomes the root of your pain."

The voice of the college director slowly eased.

[So, even if you are not upstream, that doesn't mean you are not excellent. You have worked very hard, worked hard, and have done a great job.]

[I feel very proud to have a student like you.]

"Thank you, teacher." Jack lowered his head, choked and blinked his eyes desperately to prevent the warm liquid from remaining.

Don't want the student to make a fool of himself, Gold said, "Okay, you go back first."

"Write a review to describe the incident in detail. The teacher will deal with the subsequent events." His voice was gentle and powerful, making the student in front of him feel grateful and warm.

"Yes, teacher." Jack lowered his head and walked out of the office quickly, disappearing at the end of the corridor.

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City Fort College, under the shade of trees by the lake.

Lorran Hill sat on a bluestone against the trunk of the tree, her pure white skirt scattered on the tender green grass and flowers. She slowly flipped through the books on her knees, occasionally looking at the quiet lake like a gem, and the cheerful birds crowed above her head.

The midsummer season was early, and people couldn't open their eyes when the bright sunshine shone. The white dress was a little blurred in the sun, and the reflected halo made people unable to see the silk thread on the skirt.

The soft hair fell on the shoulders and chest, occasionally waving with the breeze.

A short-haired girl in the distance looked at Lolan Hill under the tree and hesitated to cross the steps back and forth.

After a long time, she finally plucked up the courage and walked forward.

"Long time no see, Luo Lan. I'm sorry for what happened before." She lowered her green pupils and did not dare to look at the girl in front of her. Do she feel guilty or ashamed of herself? She herself was a little confused. Before, she had someone "enter" this friend well and injured her.

"It's Jena, long time no see, that matter is okay, but you, is it okay to recover at the moment?"

Lorran Hill asked the girl standing in front of her to sit beside her, and then the two started talking.

"It's okay to recover. I heard that these are all the credits of Loran." Jena's hand was held by Loran Hill and answered a little embarrassedly.

"It's not that great if you make a little contribution." Lorran Hill looked at the friend he met on the airship in front of him, and felt a little emotional. Before he knew it, it's almost two years.

“How are you doing in school recently?”

"On average, I feel that I am not a material for practicing natural sequences." Jena said again with a little relaxed her nervous heart.

"I always can't find the trick, I'm a little anxious. Now I doubt whether I can go this way."

"That's it, try it. If it doesn't work, change to a supernatural sequence. In general, it's better to do what you are good at."

Lorran Hill suggested that doing what he is good at will give you more positive feedback, which will make you more confident and motivated. If you do more, it will become a specialty, an advantage, and you will like this more and more.

"Um."

Jena nodded, and the two talked under the tree for a while, then Jena stood up.

"Then I'll go back first, Lorrain."

"See you next time." Lorran Hill raised his wrist.

"See you next time." With his back to the sun, Genena smiled, and then walked away from the shade with brisk steps.

Summer is coming, Lorran Hill blocks the white sun with his fingers, looks at the blue sky, and recalls all the things that happened this semester.

Due to the special circumstances this year and the climate is getting hotter, the holiday in Emmenas has also begun early.
Chapter completed!