The next day, I continued teaching the children as usual.

"First, it's a question of strength. Can you guys do it first and I'll watch?"

Neither of them has a strong sense of elemental force, but children are better at it than adults. It seems that it is because children have pure hearts?

The stirring step actually requires not only strength but also timing. If you stir too slowly, it will soon be wasted.

"It's still a little short... You added too much water. The slime has lost its proper properties. Don't touch it, or you will hurt yourself." Too much water was added, so the slime can no longer be considered normal. It can be seen that the slime has lost its proper viscosity and barrier properties.

"Yours is just right, but you added too much electric crystal powder... It's not that there's anything wrong with that, but for a beginner, it's easy to get hurt." He took the thing from the child and added some more slime. "With this amount, even if an accident occurs, you won't get seriously injured."

"Thank you."

"Okay, that's all I'll teach you this morning. You two are both very fast learners. I still need to organize my notes. You can chat or take a break. You can eat something to fill your stomach first." What's strange is that these children don't have special meals at noon. There are only two meals a day, breakfast and dinner. Usually some food is left over and eaten at noon. Few people eat three meals a day now, right?

I have recorded a lot of things in my notebook. When I look at those things, I feel upset, but when I think that these things were actually written by myself, I feel a sense of surprise.

Perhaps it’s because everyone has their own expertise, I’ve been making the same kind of potion for so long, and my proficiency and control over it have become increasingly stronger.

Is there another way to make the two more harmonious?

While thinking, he wrote something in his notebook. Then he remembered that the two children had added two sentences here: "Let's go to the next room for rest and eating. It's best not to stay in the laboratory for too long. These element powders will cause damage to the body. Although most people will not live to the time when the element powders cause harm."

Let me put it this way. The harm of trace amounts of elemental powder to the human body is like cancer. The average life expectancy is about 40 years old due to war, famine, and disease. Cancer takes almost ten years to develop. Most people cannot survive to that stage. They have health problems...

But he was a child after all, what if he lived a long time? Why did he come into contact with these things? His body could adapt to a large amount of elemental power, so he seemed to be the legendary chosen one...

Compared to this, it's actually more like a slime becoming a spirit.

Thinking of this, I smiled softly.

I carefully poked the person who was reading his notes carefully. He seemed to be a little bored because no one was chatting with him. "Master, you said that you left so many notes. When will you be able to finish reading them?"

“…” He turned his head away, not wanting to talk, and then was pulled by his sleeve.

"Answer me, Master left so many notes, I can't memorize them all..." As he spoke, he rummaged through the package for a while and took out a small piece of peach cake, "If you can answer, this is for you!"

He looked at the half piece of peach cake, swallowed his saliva, and then asked, "Really? You'll give it to me if I answer your question?"

"Yes, yes! This is given to me by my mother. She told me to make more friends if I meet other children!"

Although he is quite stupid, he still listens to his mother.

"If we follow our learning progress, we may be able to finish learning in about two weeks, but we may not be able to get started..." This statement is correct. Theoretical skills and practical skills have always been two different concepts. "If you want to fully learn it, it may take more than a month or even longer."

"Does it take so long?... Mom will miss me!" He flipped through the information in his hand a little unhappily, but still gave the peach pastry to her.

He took the peach pastry, but instead of eating it right away, he wrapped it in another small cloth.

"Aren't you going to eat?"

"I don't like to eat these... I bring them to my younger brothers and sisters so they like them." Does anyone have younger brothers and sisters?

"You live in a big house! My home is different. There's only my mother and me."

"Why do you talk about your mother every other sentence?" He frowned and didn't like such a playmate.

"Because mom is the best person in the world to me! You don't have a mom?"

"...I don't need it..." He turned his head away, unwilling to continue answering the question.

"I know!" Knowing that I am a child without a mother? What kind of words will they use to attack me? "Your mother must have become a star in the sky just like my father! Don't be afraid, they will always bless us! They will become the wind that caresses our cheeks every time, and they will become the stars that light up the road for us in the dark night!"

“……” He wanted to tell the child in front of him that people cannot turn into stars after they die, but he couldn’t say anything to refute it, so he just nodded.

"Then we are friends! Here, mom said to share with friends!" After a closer look, it was a small piece of rock candy...

"……Thanks?"

"What do friends say to each other? Thank you! I really think you are amazing. How did you manage to learn so many things?" After all, they are still children, and they will secretly feel happy about the admiration of their peers.

"It's nothing, just read and learn more and you will learn it."

"You are so great!" He wrote something on the origami notebook. He realized that his notebook was all drawn, and the horizontal lines were hard to distinguish. "Can you understand all this?"

“…Forget it, I’ll read it out loud and you can read it.” Why would someone’s handwriting be so illegible?

"Your handwriting..." Are you trying to compliment my handwriting? Indeed, I have practiced it for quite a while. "It looks so quiet."

"Why do you say my handwriting looks quiet..."

"It's really quiet. They don't even want to move..."

"You're the one that makes people feel weird, right? How can words move?!"

"But your handwriting is indeed very quiet..." What a weird guy, we shouldn't be friends!

"It's better than the crooked words you write!" He said this angrily, but the people next to him just looked at him.

"They're all very happy with me..." He interjected as a rhetorical question, "Can't you see that?"

"I'm not one of those sorcerers who exorcise ghosts... I finally understand why you listen to your mother so much..." If he didn't listen, he would probably be beaten up on the way.

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