Magical daily life after reincarnation

Chapter 15 Emotional drama
Facing Professor Maeve's question, Tulo fell into deep thought.

I have already finished what I can say, if I talk too much, I will be pried open for brain slice research!
Thinking at a high speed, comparing the mathematical development of the two worlds, Tullow picked and talked about some superficial knowledge points that he thought could be explained around the coordinate system.

Even an unknown setting made Professor Maeve very excited.

"Professor, what do you think of this credit?" Tulo rubbed his hands.

"Your credits are not easy to estimate. I have to discuss with other professors before making a decision. Don't worry, you will be indispensable." Professor Maeve smoothed the broken hair from his forehead to the back of his ears, staring into Tulo's eyes.

Tullow always felt that there was something wrong with the current atmosphere.

"It's so similar, these eyes." Professor Maeve let out an exclamation that made Tulo puzzled.

"I used to be good friends with your father. We studied together in Fedora for seven years. At that time, we were both from the King's Academy."

"Later, I continued my research with my tutor, and your father returned to the empire to take over the family."

Is the professor already this old?Tulo couldn't see the slightest trace of time on her body at all, as if she had just grown up.

Looking at the look on the opposite side recalling the past, Tulo didn't know what to say for a while.

"It's these eyes. The first time I saw your father, I noticed the eyes."

"But this nose and mouth don't look very good." Professor Maeve suddenly cupped Tulo's face, and tightly covered his nose and mouth with one hand, making it difficult for him to breathe.

At this moment, Tulo's head is full of question marks? ? ?
what happened?What is this all of a sudden?How did my nose and mouth mess with this guy?
After being stared at like this for a while, Professor Maeve let go of her hand and withdrew her complicated gaze until Tulo really showed that she was not breathing well.

Through calculations, Tullow found that Professor Maeve's eyes contained 22% nostalgia, 37% regret, 16% resentment and the last 25% remorse.

"Okay, you can leave get out of class too, and I will put these drafts here first." Professor Maeve put away all the papers that Tullow wrote and drew on.

Tullo walked out of the classroom after bowing in thanks.

I even touched my nose and mouth on the way, isn't it normal?

A thought suddenly flashed in his head. Many people said that their eyes resembled their father's. After all, they inherited the magical eyes of the Tails family, and their nose and mouth were more inclined to their mother.

No way……

Shaking his head and throwing out the emotional drama of the previous generation that he had made up in his mind, Tullow returned to the dormitory and continued his hard study.

It was very late now, and he didn't intend to go to the cafeteria to eat, but stuffed a few mouthfuls of small cakes that he had prepared earlier.

This small cake is called Aimo, which means a guardian of love in the Guremu language.

From the first time he ate it on the magic spaceship, he fell in love with this magical food that tastes great and can help restore energy quickly.

After a while, Grace came to Tarlow's dormitory without Wentini.

She came to "sharpen the will" as agreed upon.

"Once you find any mental discomfort, you should speak up immediately, so as not to cause any irreversible consequences." Grace sat opposite Tullow, holding a piece of paper that Tullow had prepared, and wrote on it questions that can be asked.

"No problem, I have self-knowledge." Tulo replied.

"You don't look like much."

"If it's about whether I will have dementia, I can still have it."

"That would be the best." Grace looked at the note, summoned her magic power, and asked the first question.

"What is your gender?"

"Male." Feeling the familiar feeling of being bound by chains, Talo replied immediately.

"What's the happiest thing for you today?"

"A lot of credits have been gained."

"What do you most want to know right now?"

"How many more credits can I get?"

……

Before Tullow showed any signs of being unable to hold on, Grace had already shown a tired look.

"Let's stop here today, thank you for your assistance." Tulo looked relaxed, without any feeling of being tempered at all.

In the process of being asked just now, Tullow intentionally controlled the answering time, and the answers also made use of the abstraction and fuzziness of language, constantly sliding the category of concepts.

He can express what he wants to express and hide what he wants to hide. This kind of result makes him satisfied.

With the end of the question and answer, the violent gray fog in my mind calmed down a little.

Grace didn't feel so surprised by Tullow's seemingly heinous will. She had encountered too many frustrations from Tullow, until now it didn't matter.

During the period, because of curiosity, she wanted to ask Tulo several times why she longed for death. This was the biggest doubt that had been lingering in her mind.

However, because the relationship between the two parties did not seem to have reached this level, and the idea that it would cause Tulo some sadness, he was forcibly suppressed.

Grace took the Elmo cake from Tullow, and asked after eating, "Have you thought about your third request?"

Tulo shook his head. He never thought that the third request would be spent. Naturally, he couldn't have thought about it.

Grace still has a lot of things she wants to ask Tulo, such as what did they talk about after being stayed by Professor Maeve?How much do you think the chances of winning the duel with Turner after half a year?Why are there so many unrelated books in the study room?

Starting from the carriage, Tulo has always been able to arouse Grace's curiosity. The puzzles surrounding him have never been solved, but more and more.

But because of the reservedness brought about by aristocratic education, she felt that it was impolite to inquire into others too much.

"Wentini told me repeatedly that she was really grateful to you for helping her at that time, and also said that she was looking forward to your calm face of slander." Grace said.

Longing is the feeling farthest from understanding.

Tullow recalled a quote from a prisoner sentenced to 2 years.

"When she grows up a bit, she won't have any longings and thoughts, and her sister also gave me a nice thank you gift." Tulo replied casually.

"It's this kind of arrogance that makes him appear to be much older than us."

That's right, I'm really much older than you guys.

Tarlow thought silently in his heart.

After chatting for a while, Grace walked out of Tullow's dormitory, and it was said that she was looking for Wendini to have a tea party with other girls in the same college.

Tullow doesn't have much interest in this kind of communication. He silently plans his time and energy, constantly enriches his knowledge and wisdom, and waits for the day when he will be invincible in the world.

Just not knowing the plot is really painful, and there is still no clue to trigger the death line.

Thoughtful, Tarlow fell asleep.

Suddenly, he saw a huge stone gate.

There is a tree-like pattern formed by ten rings and 22 paths on the door. It seems to be thanking Talow, or thanking the appearance of the coordinate system.

Is this the door of truth...

(End of this chapter)