"Ah, I'm in agony,"
A few days later, in the afternoon, Ji finally couldn't help but start whining once again.
By the time he barely crawled out of the library, covered in dust and ash, he was already at his last gasp.
He was like those kids who foolishly long for the school to reopen before every summer vacation ends; after the initial joy vanished, they found themselves mercilessly ground down by their coursework once again.
Before, he thought he had at least entered the world of Modern Alchemy.
Then, Professor Ye told him through practical actions and relentless questioning and pressure, no, you haven't, you're far from it.
After a round of tests, handing him a paper scored at a mere 59 out of courtesy, she issued a list of books extensive enough to bury Ji and told him his task for the next few months was to finish reading all of them, write reports based on his understanding, and be ready for Professor Ye's sporadic checks and beatings.
