A Weird Theater That Started In London

The third era, also known as the serial era.

March 11, 1853

On the second day after returning to campus after the expedition to the extreme north, although it is still in the holiday stage, most of the graduates are still busy.

Obviously, the state of Professor Dale has not been affected, he is still full of enthusiasm, and strictly demands other students, and guides the graduation thesis.

This group of people was very fortunate that they did not participate in this scientific examination, but they were extremely envious of the lucky one who did not need to participate in the defense.

Especially after more than half of the people's opening reports were denied... the tension immediately permeated.

You know, with other professors, many prospective graduates have already finished writing their dissertations, and the only thing left is for the professor to pass the review, grant the qualifications for the defense, and complete this link.

third era.

March 12, 1853

After receiving a collective request from the students, I went to find Professor Dale. We had a brief chat. In the academic field, he is definitely an outstanding figure.

Being a tutor... is extremely harsh on students, and the standard far exceeds that of other professors.

However, the reason is also very good. If they are not responsible and let them graduate easily, they will encounter more life and death crises on the path of investigators in the future.

Because of this, I did not try to persuade them anymore. After all, this was not my intention. An exchange student who does not need a diploma from the University of Michigan, why bother?

third era.

March 13, 1853

After feeling the determination from Professor Dale, these guys put their minds to rest and turned to me, an idler, hoping to help them complete their graduation thesis.

This... how outrageous.

It's academic misconduct.

Besides, I haven't written this stuff since I grew up, so I can't do a little bit of dry stuff like submitting an anatomy class homework, and then pour water into it desperately, right?

Professor Dale is no old white.

The latter knows that most of our content is nonsense, and we also know that he is pretending to be reserved, and he will definitely send the class rewards in the end.

So, decisively find an excuse to refuse.

What's more, the little mouse has already offered to help her complete the potion making.

third era.

March 14, 1853

Conduct pharmacological experiments to ensure that the magic material has not been denatured by the passage of time.

The result is a bit tricky, the effect is still there, but with a slight shift.

Third Era, March 15, 1853, assisting in experiments.

Third Era, March 16, 1853, assisting in experiments.

Third Era, March 17, 1853, assisting in experiments.

...

In the third era, on April 16, 1853, the first bottle of magic antidote was successfully prepared. The little guy drank it and then successfully turned into a yellow-haired loli. She looked cute and decided to give it to Shun Shun as a junior in the library. Assistant Miss Mia.

After all, this is a dormitory for boys...

third era.

April 21, 1853, Light Rain

After finishing a simple but fulfilling life, Professor Dale sent an invitation on behalf of the school, hoping that I could join the defense.

Of course, sitting down and listening to the reports of the prospective investigators, saying anything casually can make them tremble, for fear of being beaten to the second defense.

third era.

April 22, 1853, moderate rain

The list of the first respondent of the 163rd class of Miskatonic University appeared.

Unfortunately, there is not a single student of Professor Dale. Half of them have the opportunity to participate in the second debate, and half of them are looking forward to the school organizing the third debate, otherwise they have to take another year of study. This ratio is really touching...

The only commendable thing is that if the professor sends you to the second defense, there is no need to worry about failing the defense, after all, you really have something in your stomach.

April 23, 1853, heavy rain

On the first day of the official opening of the defense, the pass rate was not high. You must know that the University of Michigan does not pay attention to the graduation rate and employment rate at all, so it will not compromise on this aspect.

I saw some professors with bad faces, because the students they taught were not able to argue properly, which seemed to mean [only answer but not argue, and apologize when asked].

April 26, 1853, heavy rain

Now that you have been invited, you must come up with something. As an ancient person, you are absolutely qualified to sit.

I think it is absolutely necessary for this session of defense to be recorded in the school history, because I am sitting.

Cough cough... the face of the Old Ones.

Looking at the past and the future, it is impossible for such a situation to arise again.

In order to celebrate this day, I killed twenty-three prospective graduates in a row. They had to go back to prepare for the second debate. You could tell from the expressions when they left that none of them wanted to be assigned to my side again.

...

May 21, 1853, sunny

The second debate was officially launched.

Just over half of Professor Dale's students were able to participate and fulfill their graduation requirements as they wished.

There is also good news that the University of Michigan decided to organize the third debate, which is also very rare in the history of the school.

...

Thunderstorm, June 7, 1853

The work of the third debate was carried out in a tense atmosphere, and even relatively powerful prospective investigators would inevitably be affected...

Thunderstorm, June 8, 1853

There are more and more people being eliminated, and the professors have no slack. I think the requirements have been raised a little bit secretly, so that students are killed indiscriminately.

June 9, 1853, sunny

The final statistical results showed that a total of 421 prospective investigators were born this year, and they came from different majors.

Another 206 people chose to retake the course and become fifth-year seniors. If they cannot graduate next year, they will have to leave the University of Michigan and get some low-level certificates, which show that they have received relevant education here.

June 10, 1853, sunny

The sky was cloudless.

I was notified that tomorrow, as a graduate, I need to take part in the graduation photo shoot in front of the oldest library. The bachelor uniforms have been issued, and the graduation certificate is in hand!

Exchange students can also get a diploma!

This is not magical, but combined with the current situation, it is a bit paradoxical...

After all, I was only a freshman in our school. Leaving aside my senior year, I still needed to practice for two and a half years. In the end, I got my diploma from Miskatonic University first.

In addition, there is a graduation gift, which is an official Antarctic scientific expedition organized by a certain school. The giant ore samples collected in the deep rocky soil were cut and made into rings to be distributed to each graduate as a commemoration .

June 11, 1853, light rain

Starting today, young people will embark on the road of exploring taboos and guarding human civilization. They are no longer quasi-investigators, but formal investigators.

Therefore, the school held a grand event, the school's commemorative bell was rung, and the marching band also performed in front of the R.C. Memorial Building (the Robert Carter Memorial Building was funded by Randolph Carter's grandfather, Robert Carter).

That Long Aotian-style investigator has not yet entered the school, so... he can only be a junior.

And I successfully obtained a bachelor's degree in geography from the University of Michigan, and I took a place in the official school history——

Because he is good enough, he has participated in polar scientific research activities and donated to the school an advanced steam scientific research ship that can reach all over the world.