I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

30. You Want to Plant Corn Too?

After a moment of tension, I suddenly calmed down!

Kefei wasn’t just passing the buck to me because she found it troublesome, quite the opposite! Whether my true identity is “Ogelid” or “Lei Feng,” neither can be revealed, and to prevent me from being seen as worthless trash, Kefei temporarily transferred her identity to me!

To prevent any slip-ups, Kefei even specifically reminded Professor Moriarty.

“Professor, I’m right, aren’t I!?”

“Ah~” Moriarty sighed and eventually came to my side, playfully patting my waist, “Correct, this one is my prized final disciple.”

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The expression on the face of the passerby, Skij, indeed changed. After all, everyone in the Rosian Empire knows: not just any odd creature can mix into a teaching position at the Rubiyanka Academy in the capital, and a student personally chosen by a teacher is certainly not mediocre.

Kefir tossed her “script” to me, but… after the initial panic, I didn’t feel any danger. After all, what belongs to Kefir will always be Kefir’s, even if I’m now involved in the project. After striving for victory, what I’ll do is definitely a 360° spiral turn, kneeling on one knee before Kefir to hand over the great sword.

Moreover, now that I’ve taken over the role in the script, many troubles that Kefir should have faced can be easily resolved by me. This is what I, Ojirid, excel at.

Sure enough, the next moment the script arrived!

【Ojirid is scorned by the passerby, Skij.】

Hmph, how can a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan? You, who only covet Kefir’s body, are nothing but a shallow, vulgar extra. What do you know?

After realizing it wasn’t Kefir participating in the project competition but me and Moriarty, the passerby, Skij, became even less courteous to catch Kefir’s attention.

“Bret, just a student brought up by a pig farmer. Kefir, you better see clearly! Their project is not even worth pig feed compared to mine.”

Big brother, I’m just a scapegoat, do you realize you’re actually insulting Kefir?

He didn’t care, confidently turned his head, and went to queue up to submit the preliminary project report.

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Because there are many noble students from the Rosian Empire at Rubiyanka Academy, it’s said that for fairness, the judges of the project competition are not decided by the Rosian Empire’s Leti, but by members of an organization called the “Design Bureau” within the Rosian Empire.

I really don’t know much about this thing, but the script makes it very clear: 【The judges of the project competition are absolutely fair.】

Soon, because of the recent commotion, even a fool knows not to block the way for passerby Skij. He theatrically peeled off layer after layer of a file folder, making those unaware think it contained some earth-shattering secret.

After opening it, he waved the rolls of archives triumphantly and confidently handed them to the three Rosian elders sitting at the judges’ table, as if victory was already in sight.

“I am the chief judge of the review, Suhoy, this is Comrade Ivanov, and this is Comrade Simonov. We are responsible for reviewing your project reports.”

The seemingly “fair” old man adjusted his glasses and extended his hand, “Comrade, hand over your project, and introduce it while we review.”

Passerby Skij finally got serious, respectfully handed over the archives, and with a flourish, his gaze drifted past Kefir. Then, as if to ensure his masterpiece could be heard for hundreds of meters around, he opened his throat and bellowed the introduction.

“I—passerby Skij, together with mentor Rasputin, in this project competition, our topic is: the construction and utilization of new energy in the Rosian Empire!”

Eh? New energy!? Isn’t that the same as our project!?

Kefir also secretly clenched my arm, and I subconsciously exchanged glances with Professor Moriarty, but the professor herself remained calm, only quietly shaking her head.

I thought that Rasputin had used some underhanded means to get the news and wanted to monopolize the project first, but from the next moment’s performance of passerby Skij, it seemed to be just a simple “collision”. Moreover, after hearing the entire content of passerby Skij’s project, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of sympathy and amusement.

“New energy?” The old man raised his head, “Although it’s not surprising for a disciple of Rasputin to come up with such a project… the Rosian Empire has already developed quite a bit, what kind of new energy have you thought of?”

Why was I amused? Because the next moment, passerby Skij took something from his lackey and raised it high.

That thing, I’m all too familiar with.

“It’s corn!”

The surroundings erupted into an uproar, even the judging elders steadied their glasses! But this was not mockery, it was genuine shock!

Passerby Skij enjoyed the reaction around him, growing more proud as he looked towards Kefir beside me, strutting like a rooster trying to attract a mate.

“Charlatan, I want to teach him a lesson…”

“If you’re a lady, just endure it…”

As they whispered among themselves, the passerby Skij had already begun his presentation.

“Mass planting of corn can fully utilize the vast lands of my Russian Empire in Siberia! And! Corn isn’t just food, the cobs can also be used as fuel, providing energy for the Russian Empire! Maybe then, every household in the Russian Empire could have heating!”

“Judge, this is a project of the Russian Empire’s caliber. I believe it’s far more meaningful than some ‘** postnatal care’ in terms of importance and content, right? I hope you three won’t bother with the subsequent projects and study my report right away.”

The three old men fell silent for a moment, and many third-year students holding their projects, seeing Skij’s “desperation,” either out of fear of power or loss of hope, also slinked away quietly.

Phew… No wonder, at the beginning, Kefir’s script had the words “full of difficulties.” Looking at the current situation Kefir has to face, it indeed is quite thorny.

“Charlatan, it seems we’ve been preempted…”

The content of the opponent’s project is similar to ours, and although the specifics are different, with Skij Glasputin’s identity as “prestige,” it’s obviously more credible than our “** postnatal care team.”

If it were Kefir reporting, indeed… there would be no way. But now, the one holding the report is me!

“No problem, just watch.”

I stepped forward.

It wasn’t that I intended to show off in front of Kefir, it’s just…

That “project” of his, I couldn’t hold back.

“Student Skij, I have a few questions.”

He might feel great, but to someone like me who has crossed over, with a script in hand, his project seems very… foolish.

Facing his threatening gaze, I suppressed a smile and spoke.

“You say corn can be used as energy, have you ever planted it in Siberia?”

“What… such things need to be real…”

“Are you sure, corn can grow there?”

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