In response to what seemed like deliberate provocation, Amelia calmly nodded and said, "Okay, I understand." Professor Brooks was surprised by Amelia's obedience. Even the previous assistants who had experienced similar difficulties were all proud and unwilling, even if they obeyed. But when Jonathan Brooks looked into this girl's eyes, he found not a hint of dissatisfaction. Did that mean she wasn't proud? She was so proud that she didn't even call him "teacher," only referring to him as Professor Brooks.
But Jonathan Brooks didn't know that Amelia had no complaints at all. She was ecstatic, whether it was organizing clutter or following boring experimental discipline, which was what she had always wanted. And these books were even more precious to her, as they were not available elsewhere.
The most important thing was that she had arrived at the research institute much earlier than she had planned. Time was life, Tyler Davis's life.
Amelia quietly read books for two hours before realizing it was getting late. "Professor Brooks, I'll come back to look at these materials tomorrow. I have to go back to school for class."
"Hmph, go ahead. You're already here, yet you're still going to school like a robot. Find Sophia Lee to arrange your schedule, and you can plan your own school time in the future. The storage room next door is still waiting for you to tidy up!"
Sophia Lee was Professor Lee's name. Judging by what he said, Amelia could arrange her own school schedule in the future, which was a benefit? Amelia immediately responded, "Okay."
It must be said that Jonathan Brooks was quite satisfied with such an obedient and intelligent assistant.
Amelia left the research institute and took the boat back to school. When she returned to school, she rushed to a required class and explained her adventure to Noah Foster. She hadn't disappeared before, she had just gone to Saint Hua's research institute.
Noah Foster was so pleased that he ate two more bowls of rice. He felt that people like Amelia could be understood no matter where they appeared. Julia Kim, who had been quietly listening on the side, also brightened up a bit.
After finishing her tasks, Amelia went to the academic affairs office to ask Professor Lee about her coursework. When she arrived at the door of the academic affairs office, she heard someone inside say, "Director, do you know how many people want to be the head of academic affairs? Because of your previous evaluation and your decision to retain someone like Amelia, this position needs to be filled by someone else. What do you expect us to say about you?"
"It doesn't matter. Whoever wants to come can come. I don't care about that," Professor Lee casually replied.
Amelia stood at the door, thinking to herself that Professor Lee didn't care about his own status. She cared about the eccentric old man in the laboratory and her husband, whom she had supported her whole life.
As it turns out, not all love is passionate and intense. Sometimes, love is about interrupting each other and silently supporting one another.
Amelia heard all of this, and she knew that for her, Professor Lee's threat was no threat at all. She was grateful just to keep her position and enter the research institute early, even if it meant paying such a price.
All she could do was take good care of Professor Brooks and make Professor Lee feel more at ease.
Amelia took a deep breath and knocked on the door of the academic affairs office.
"Knock, knock, knock!"
"Come in."
As soon as the knocking sounded, the discussions inside stopped, and Amelia pretended not to have heard anything.
"Professor Lee, Professor Brooks asked me to ask about the class schedule in the future," Amelia said calmly, not looking at the unfriendly looks of the people in the office.
"Oh, right, I forgot about that," Professor Lee slapped his forehead and took out a green card from his drawer, saying, "I have applied for this for you. With this, you can choose your courses according to your own pace. As long as you pass, you don't have to worry about not having enough credits to graduate."
Amelia took the card and said, "Thank you, Professor."
"No need to thank me. This green card is like a green channel, not only with preferential treatment but also with requirements. If the person who gets this card cannot graduate within a year, they will be expelled from Saint Hua!" Professor Lee said solemnly.
The people around them were slightly stunned when they heard this.
When Amelia said she could graduate in a year, it was just a boast. But the green card had just pinned her down.
The staff at the academic affairs office never expected that Professor Lee would issue a green card. Was this for Amelia's benefit, or was he trying to make things difficult for her?
It's worth noting that since the establishment of Saint Hua, fewer than ten green cards have been issued.
"I can do it," Amelia smiled.
Professor Lee smiled with relief. The green card was indeed rare at Saint Hua, and Amelia wouldn't have been able to get one without Professor Brooks' help. It was a gamble for Amelia.
"By the way, this card has another function: you can come and go from the school gate freely. You don't have to worry about anything from now on. You know, not many people can get a green card from Saint Hua. It comes with pressure, but also with corresponding benefits."
Of course not many people in Saint Hua's history have dared to accept this green card even if it was offered, and no one can guarantee that they will graduate from Saint Hua in a year!
"Thank you, Professor," Amelia said.
Professor Lee reassured her that she need not worry about the incident where she left school without permission and almost got expelled last time. Regardless of what mentality Professor Lee had when giving her the green card, it was a favor to her.
Amelia was the kind of person who repaid kindness and remembered favors.
Knowing that she could leave the school now, she felt a little restless. Amelia was usually calm and collected, but whenever it came to Tyler Davis, she would become like an ordinary little girl, missing him, acting coquettish, and wanting to go back and see him every moment.
However, before she could experiment with using her green card to leave, an unexpected visitor arrived.
A classmate informed her, "Amelia, someone is looking for you at the school gate."
Amelia was a little puzzled but thanked her classmate and walked towards the school gate. Who would be looking for her? Besides Tyler Davis, who else would know her? Tyler Davis couldn't possibly come to the Saint Hua school gate to find her. Amelia couldn't help but be wary.
"Amelia."
A voice came from afar, making Amelia tremble all over. She would never forget this voice even in her dreams. It was Dylan Grant, the mastermind behind the assassination of Tyler Davis.
Why wasn't he dead yet? He was alive, how could she be at ease?
"Amelia, why are you daydreaming? How come you are studying at Saint Hua? After I was injured by that evil dog last time, I had to nurse my wounds for a long time. I just happened to come and look for you. Are you doing okay lately? Has Tyler Davis been bullying you?" Dylan Grant asked eagerly.
Amelia felt sick listening to him. Dylan Grant didn't know about the hostility between Tyler Davis and Saint Hua, but repeatedly mentioning Tyler Davis at the school gate of Saint Hua did not seem like a good sign. She couldn't provoke him here and couldn't let him run his mouth.
Amelia calmly nodded, "I'm doing fine. What brings you here?"
She lowered her eyes slightly, afraid to reveal her hatred in her eyes!