Amelia replied calmly, "I learned about acupoints on the human body model, and there are specific explanations in the books on the shelf."
But Professor Brooks, lying in bed, felt all sorts of emotions. He had never taught her any knowledge or allowed her to participate in any experiments, despite her being his assistant for so long.
Originally, he had her tidy up the clutter or read through the books on the shelf, partly to let the new assistant understand the basics, but also to help alleviate the impatience of young people. Little did he know that she was not impatient at all. Instead, she could integrate the knowledge she gained from these tasks.
"Alright, you passed. I, old Brooks, will take you as my student. You don't need to tidy up the storage room anymore, and you can continue to read the books. I'll be back in the lab in a few days," said Professor Brooks arrogantly.
"Professor Brooks, I have already tidied up the storage room and finished reading the books on the shelf," replied Amelia still calmly.
Professor Brooks did not pay attention to the fact that Amelia still called him Professor Brooks instead of addressing him as her mentor. This stubborn girl was holding a grudge against him!
He only heard that Amelia had finished reading all those miscellaneous books and tidied up the storage room that had been cluttered for half a year in less than a month. In all his years of having numerous highly talented assistants, he had never encountered anyone like her.
He felt a little embarrassed and blurted out, "Did you understand what you read? Read it again and wait for me to be discharged."
This time, Amelia did not blindly obey him. She calmly explained, "I don't need to read it again. I never forget what I have read."
Amelia's calm demeanor was like a still lake without any ripples, which almost gave Professor Brooks a heart attack.
Trembling fingers pointed at Amelia, "You... you..."
Professor Brooks felt that Amelia was born to be a researcher and a neurosurgeon. She was too calm and composed, and her memory was exceptional. Such talent was undoubtedly the focus of any research department.
He saw hope in her, despite his imminent death.
Looking at his wife, Professor Brooks felt a bit of blame. Why didn't she tell him earlier? If he had really driven Amelia away, he would have missed such a genius.
Even Professor Lee was surprised as he looked at Amelia and asked, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you have an exceptional memory?"
It's worth noting that in this world, there are only a few people who truly have an exceptional memory, and they are rarer than national treasures.
"You didn't ask me," Amelia replied simply.
"..."
In Amelia's mind, her photographic memory was innate, so Tyler Davis didn't seem too surprised. Over time, she also began to feel that it was nothing special, and not worth mentioning.
"Good, very good. From now on, you are my student, my disciple, Old Brooks' closed-door disciple!"
Professor Brooks struggled to sit up from his hospital bed and laughed heartily a few times.
"When I'm discharged, I'll make you a formal researcher. You can go back to school for now, and I'll notify you when I'm discharged."
"Okay!"
Amelia felt that Professor Brooks' attitude had changed too quickly, from initial disdain, to barely passing, to now being very enthusiastic.
She walked out of the hospital room and could still hear Professor Brooks' laughter from a distance, which made her worry about his fragile heart.
Amelia went straight out of the research room. Since Professor Brooks was recuperating, she decided to go back to school and focus on her studies.
When she got back to the dormitory, she saw Noah Foster lounging in a chair with his feet up, tapping on the table with music blaring loudly. Julia Kim, the shy stutterer, sat in the corner, holding a book and frowning at the loud music. She didn't dare to ask Noah Foster to turn it down and could only move farther away.
Amelia had gotten used to these two's conflicting personalities. One was timid and stuttered when she spoke, while the other was bold and spoke her mind. It was not easy for them to get along.
Amelia turned off the music with one hand. Noah Foster looked up and saw Amelia disapprovingly eyeing his feet on the table. He quickly took them down, sat up straight, grabbed a cloth, and smiled as he wiped the table.
Julia Kim remained silent. It was like two opposing forces meeting, and she moved closer to Amelia.
Amelia continued with her routine of going to class, the library, and the dormitory. Her relentless efforts made even Noah Foster feel sorry for her, but he couldn't say anything because Amelia had mentioned that she was working hard for an important reason.
Noah Foster continued to pursue Ethan Miller, but now that she had the experience, she didn't ask Amelia to assist her anymore. The results were still dismal, but she didn't bother Amelia with her troubles.
Julia Kim was almost invisible, with little presence.
Amelia felt that it took her three months to complete what should have been a year's worth of coursework. She knew she had to work even harder.
Now that she had her green card, she didn't have to worry about grade levels and could take second-year courses.
Amelia felt that it was time, so she went ahead and did it.
If there was anyone who was famous in the school now, it was Amelia. Because of her green card and the school-wide challenge, everyone in Saint Hua knew her. When she entered the second year, many people looked at her with complicated expressions.
Many people feel unhappy about it, but they dare not question it face to face.
However, many mentors feel uneasy about it. They should know that students who have obtained green cards have treatment and rights even better than those of ordinary mentors!
Amelia was very unlucky. She encountered such a mentor in the second grade for the first time.
When Amelia entered the classroom, the second-grade mentor's face looked unpleasant, as if it was shameful for him to have Amelia come to his class.
Today is also Amelia's first formal class in the second grade. She still listens attentively as usual.
After teaching for more than ten minutes, the mentor suddenly looked at Amelia with a somewhat sarcastic tone and said, "Amelia, are you capable of understanding second-grade knowledge?"
Although Amelia heard the unfriendly tone, she answered seriously, "I don't understand."
"Haha, if you don't understand, why are you here? Are you pretending to be a big bad wolf when you have nothing to do?" This mentor was really impolite.
Amelia frowned!
She looked at the mentor indifferently and said, "If I understood, I wouldn't come to your class to listen."
Exactly! She didn't understand in the first place, which is normal. Isn't she supposed to learn?
But these words seem to have provoked the mentor somewhere. He immediately became furious and said, "So getting a green card is something, huh? How dare you be disrespectful to the teacher! If you don't want to listen to my class, then get out now."