Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

"The comparison table between the rankings and rewards received at the end of this semester is as follows:

Ranked 5001~The reward is 50 highly purified magic crystals of designated elements;

Rewards for ranking 2001~5000 include 200 highly purified magic crystals of designated elements, 5 points of credits and silver coins;

Rewards for ranking 1001~2000 include 500 highly purified magic crystals of designated elements, 10 credits and silver coins;

Rewards for ranking 501~1000 include 800 highly purified magic crystals of designated elements, 15 credits and silver coins;

Rewards for ranking 201~500 include 1000 highly purified magic crystals of designated elements, 20 credits and silver coins;

Rewards for ranking 101~200 include 1200 highly purified magic crystals of designated elements, 25 credits and silver coins;

Rewards for the top 2000 rankings include 30 highly purified magic crystals of designated elements, credits, and silver coins. Additional rewards for this ranking will be sorted out by the student union and announced three days later. "

Aecilia rubbed her eyes, read the notice several times, and blankly switched to the smart network interface and entered the search software:

"The price of highly purified magic crystal?"

The Internet speed in the dormitory was very fast, and in the blink of an eye the answer came to my eyes: the average market price was 100 grams of 1 gold coin, and the specific price would fluctuate slightly due to factors such as element properties and seasonal demand.

One gold coin is equal to how many Asian coins... If such a reward is really needed, how many gold coins will the academy spend in total... She counts...

The long string of zeros on the Zhiwang calculator was followed by Aecilia's dazed eyes. She didn't have the patience to finish the calculation, so she turned around and opened the comment area of ​​the post.

[Selling small refrigerators] (Me): "Ask students with good computing skills, how much does it cost the college to get such a series of rewards? Is there a typo in the post? Are these rewards issued by the college or the exchange competition committee? [ Stare][Stare][Stare]"

She decided to use the power of the crowd to solve a small problem in her mind.

Soon, her comment was replied to.

[Ask him how clear he is] → [Selling small refrigerators] (Me): "The academy has prepared this way for the previous competitions. A fifth-grade senior of mine told me that they were going to have their first time at that time. When I participated in the exchange competition, the simulation competition organized by the college in conjunction with Enil College in advance gave me more rewards than this time.”

[Selling a small refrigerator] (Me) → [Ask him where he could find out]: "Ah... I'm so rich. [Looking at the sky]"

[Azure and other strict words] → [Ask the channel how clear it is]: "I will [raise hands] for this question. When outsiders are around, you can earn face by giving more. The specific amount is not important, as long as it is better than what another school gives to the students. As long as there are more. Don’t be dissatisfied that there are not as many resources this year as before. The amount of resources the college could save in the last term was actually a bit reluctant. The dean wrote down such a huge number with a wave of his hand in the office, and it will not be able to make up for it later. All the money was earned by herself - well... And then this year, this year... This year, the dean probably hasn't recovered yet. Enil's side must be in trouble too, so this time he won't fight with us. The college is engaged in a league, after all, none of them have a dean who can turn into a cat."

[Lulu la la la la la] → [Azure and other strict words]: "Ah? How does the dean earn money? What does it have to do with her being able to turn into a cat???"

[Ask him how clear it is] → [Lulu la la la la la]: "Ah... can this be said here? In short, it is, um... cats are good, cats are cute, cats can laugh, cats When it comes to making money, cats are number one in the world. That’s all I can say.”

[Lulu la la la la la] → [Ask him how clear he is]: "Oh my god??? It's like this??? Dean, she... I cried to death."

The comment section started by her gradually became lively.

[Amy] → [Ask him where he can get the clarity]: "The Riddler, get out of St. Ferguson. Don't even think about getting off the line until you get it straight today!!"

[Hey, I’m eating grass today] → [Ask him how clear he is]: “Hello, classmate, please explain clearly, I want to hear it too.”

[White clouds and white eyes] → [Ask the channel how to get such clarity]: "Open your ears."

[Mo Mo]: "Open your ears."

Put an ear in,

Put an ear in,

Put an ear in,

Put it...

There were dozens of people in the entire comment area, but no one was willing to count. People were all performing some kind of weird ear-cutting ritual.

[Selling small refrigerators] (Owner) (Me): "Put an ear in."

……

The stacked ears were almost killing the cryptophobic patient, and then an ear picker finally popped out.

[St. Ferguson Student Union] (Certification): "I know this. The dean and the vice dean have a good relationship. The vice dean likes furries. The dean is furry. Half of the blood of the vice dean belongs to the Viglas family and half Belonging to the Ramirez family, the vice president is rich, but he has to compete with the Enil College, which has business backing, to compete with Dean Maomao, who is short of money... You all know what will happen next. And more, listen. It is said that at that time, Dean Maomao, who had been hiding in the office and licking fish cans, created an unprecedented miracle of going out to the field fifty-two times a month that year, and not once did he go out through the main entrance of the college. It was a small hole made by the former president under the courtyard wall behind the student union office building so that he could feed stray cats... She went out with a cat with an empty wallet and came back with a bulging money bag, what do you think she did?"

As soon as these words (number) came out, the air in the entire comment area became quiet.

In the Propaganda Department Office of the Student Union Office Building, a student who was fishing on the forum after enthusiastically answering questions from the general public suddenly found that the comment he had finally coded was deleted by the poster [selling small refrigerators].

The classmate frowned in confusion and suddenly found that the light of the smart network was a little darker than usual.

The director of the Propaganda Department, who had been standing behind the student for an unknown amount of time, turned to the other students and said, "Thank you, everyone, please delete all the topics related to touching cats... dean on the forum, otherwise... ahem, Vice Dean, please exit. He won’t treat us to milk tea in a month.”

*

Aecilia soon discovered that the hundreds of comments in her comment section had been deleted and were almost cleaner than her face. She patted her chest thankfully.

Fortunately, she was quick at taking screenshots, and she was able to capture everything posted by the student union official account...

She was continuing to scroll through other comments. In less than ten minutes, [Special Attention·St. Ferguson Student Union] forwarded an article that the official had posted before titled "Regulations on Speech Management and Working Time Management Regulations for Members of the St. Ferguson Student Union" post.

By clicking on the original post, you can roughly piece together the following: "A certain senior who served in the student union logged into the forum during working hours and wrote a 20,000-word essay scolding the college for not having a holiday on Children's Day. As a result, he forgot to change his account and posted with his official account, and the post was blocked by cats. The truth about the fact that Dean Cat himself liked it, but the like was quickly removed."

That incident caused a big fuss at the time, because in the afternoon of that day (June 1), the student union posted another post saying that a Children's Day event would be held in the central square of the college in the evening...

The content of the activity is to let the senior who forgot to change the number perform three piano solos and the school song on the stage, and invite a senior who is also in the student union to take him to dance the bunny dance that he loves to dance during kindergarten recess...

Although the student union very thoughtfully interspersed several entertainment activities between his performances and a group of classmates who were originally watching were encouraged to perform their talents...

Later, every year on Children's Day, the morning class time would be changed to free activity time, and the evening became the customary stage time.

The college does not restrict entry and exit during non-class hours.

There is one person whose deeds will be immortalized in such a historic college.