The days of learning black magic in another world

Accompanied by the brushing sound of the quill tip falling on the parchment, relying on a little thick skin accumulated in street performances, and a really really sleepy mood, Riemann slept soundly on the sofa in the principal's office .

"Riemann—Mr.—!"

Then he was woken up by a familiar, drawn-out voice. Mr. Rochester had already finished his paper and was looking at him coldly.

Riemann got up and sat on the vacant seat, looking at the parchment with the ink still wet.

They are all questions that change the soup without changing the medicine, and even the last question is just changed from adding one to one hundred in a row and changing from adding 51 to one hundred.

Riemann wrote quickly. Although his mental arithmetic ability is not top-notch, it is not bad, and he does not even need to draw a draft to do this kind of problem.

"Okay, please correct it."

In less than 5 minutes, he put down his pen, stood up and gave up his seat.

Mr. Rochester raised his eyebrows, squinted at him for a while, and then picked up the answer sheet suspiciously and began to check.

The more I looked at him, the more frightened I became. The other party was clearly writing nonsense, but the answer was indeed correct.

Every question was correct, and the last question was also correct, but he clearly didn't see any trace of the calculation.

The last question is a tricky question. From 51 to [-], it can be divided into repeated ones and the remaining tens, but even this requires a certain amount of calculations, and the kid obviously just glanced at it. And then came the answer.

The more he looked at it, the more frightened he became, and finally came up with an unbelievable idea—could it be that he really did the previous question himself?Could it be that he is really a genius who is very sensitive to numbers, even if he has never touched numbers before, calculations seem to be engraved instinctively?

Riemann is actually not angry anymore, after all, he has already won. Even if the opponent refuses to believe it, it doesn’t matter if he insists on doing more papers. In the end, the only conclusion they can draw is that he did not cheat. Doing these questions is as easy as drinking water-because this is the truth.

He just watched with great interest as Mr. Rochester flipped his answer sheet over and over in bewilderment. He was obviously sleepy to death, but he held back the urge to ask "When will I go back to sleep" out loud.

In the end, the principal got impatient and asked kindly, "How is it, Mr. Rochester? How is Mr. Riemann doing?"

With a pale face, Mr. Rochester struggled for a long time before choking out a sentence: "Totally correct."

The principal clapped his palms and smiled, as if he was really happy for the misunderstanding between the senior and junior two: "So this is purely a misunderstanding? It's great! A happy ending Isn't it?"

Riemann was almost amused, but the headmaster couldn't say the word "everyone is happy" when he glanced at Mr. Rochester's face.

But he didn't need to pay attention to how aggrieved Rochester is now. He saluted the principal and turned slightly: "Mr. Principal, if it's okay, I'll go back first. Good night, Mr. Principal, good night, Mr. Rochester, good night, Ms. Becky." .”

The principal with the white beard smiled and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Riemann, I do have something to do with you."

Ms. Becky immediately received the cue and turned her side slightly: "Good night, Mr. Principal, good night, Mr. Rochester, good night, Mr. Riemann."

The headmaster glanced at her with a smile: "Good night, Ms. Becky."

Rochester also seemed to be awakened by these few words of "good night", he nodded to the headmaster indiscriminately, and left before Ms. Becky.

Li Manqiang cheered up and squeezed out the most sincere and purest smile: "Mr. Principal, what can I do for you?"

The principal with the white beard looked at him kindly: "Mr. Riemann, do you know the flame rose in the city center?"

Riemann was stunned for a moment, not knowing why the topic turned to that theater, but he did hear a lot about this theater from Xiao Polo, so he nodded after hesitating for a moment.

"It's like this. In fact, it's not that I have something to do with you, but the boss of Flaming Rose has something to do with you."

"I have a teacher-student relationship with Eugene. When I was younger, I worked in Kinseth Public School in mainland China. Eugene was similar to you at that time, and he was the only one in the class who was not a descendant of a noble lord. Man, he has always been very ambitious and wants to be someone who can impress others..."

"Later, I went back to Urang, and I didn't hear about him for a long time, until he wrote to me five years ago, saying that he had finally made a career, and he built the most popular theater in the capital of Sydney—— Fire Rose."

"Of course I'm very happy for him, but the good times don't last long. I heard about his recent situation from other people two years ago. When Eugene started building the flame rose, he accepted a stake from an earl. After the flame rose became popular, the earl thought that It was his property, and he replaced Eugene with his own butler, and he was not allowed to open a similar theater at Sydney."

"To put it bluntly, Eugene was actually expelled from Sidney, but since he was a child he couldn't bend down, so he decided to start over from Wulang."

"This is the origin of the Flaming Rose in the city center. He didn't want to change the name, so naturally he wanted to reopen to Sydney one day."

Riemann asked: "Mr. Principal, may I ask, does this have anything to do with me?"

The principal smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Don't worry, kid, we will soon talk about the part related to you. Old people always like to reminisce about the past. Please be considerate of us old people... "

"Eugene is confident that since he created the last flame rose, he will definitely be able to surpass himself. However, Sidney is indeed the cultural center of the mainland, and it is even more difficult for the earl's butler to innovate on the basis that Eugene built. Much less difficult than Eugene surpassing himself."

"Although Eugene has left Sydney, he still has many friends in Sydney who are willing to pass on news for him. Half a month ago, Eugene received a letter from Sydney, which said—"

"Dear Eugene, there is a new trend in the capital. The earl's butler has found a juggler from nowhere. He can conjure living creatures out of hats. When he performed for the first time, a noble lady was frightened. Reported to the Holy See, saying that someone was using forbidden magic, but after the people of the Holy See came, they did not detect any magic fluctuations, and the audience was in an uproar. This anecdote also made this show famous in one fell swoop. All in all, anyone who hasn't watched this sub-program now is really a bumpkin."

"Dear Eugene, if you want to re-open the theater back to the capital, you may have to prepare a show that is more exciting than this. The current capital, magic—that's what they call it, it's the biggest trend gone."