Inka Printed out the Shura Field

Along the way, she has gone through unimaginable hardships.

When girls of the same age could already earn money by selling their bodies, she was still studying tirelessly in her room.

And those books were all subjects that meant nothing to her in order to get into Grosz College

Ancient dragon language, ancient elf language, shaman dance, horsemanship...

It can be said that most of the extra exams are the patents of nobles, and only nobles have the leisure time to teach their students such useless and elegant lessons.

But Lindsay wants to be admitted to Gross College, almost all of these courses are required.

Because there was no funds to take tutoring classes, she taught herself all these subjects at home, and the books were borrowed from the library by her uncle.

Lindsay lost her parents since she was a child and lived with her own uncle.

Uncle has five children.

For my uncle, Lindsay opened the door. According to the habits of the slums at that time, girls at this age could already "make money" by themselves.

The uncle who is a carpenter came to the door several times, doing psychological work for himself.

Lindsay saw his uncle's intentions.

She also knew that it was time for her to leave.

That night, Lindsay left all the inheritance of her parents to her uncle and ran away from home.

She wandered hesitantly through the streets of the slums.

Look at the scantily clad girl standing under the street lamp.

She is about the same age as herself, but she is already able to "support" herself.

But she has nothing to do except reading.

Lindsay looked at the moon in the sky, and felt a coldness in her heart that she had never felt before.

A woman appeared in front of her.

With a bottle in her hand, she seemed to be drunk.

"Hey, little girl, it's dangerous to wander around the slums in the middle of the night," the woman said.

"Sorry." Lindsay said subconsciously.

"Why are you apologizing?"

Lindsay didn't speak, she just looked down at her shabby clothes.

"Oh, you're not going home?"

"I have no home..."

"Ha. Another girl without a home." The woman took a sip of her wine and asked, "Would you like some wine?"

"I'm not old enough to drink."

"It's boring." The woman wobbled past Lindsay.

"The ring on your finger." Behind him, the woman suddenly said again, "Is it the ring from Grosz Academy?"

"Yes, it is."

"Want to study at Groz Academy?"

"Yes……"

"That's not easy."

Lindsay didn't answer, she lowered her head and walked forward on her own, with faster and faster steps, trying to get rid of this strange woman.

It rained in the sky.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Lindsay's clothes were drenched in an instant.

She didn't choose a place to take shelter from the rain, and just walked forward, forward on her own.

"Hey, little girl, are you interested in coming to my house?" The strange woman holding a wine bottle appeared in front of Lindsay again, "By the way, let me help you with tutoring. Gross College, it's not that easy to test .”

"..."

"What are you thinking?" Roger asked Lindsay strangely.

"Ah, nothing." Lindsay shook his head and said, "I just remembered that I applied for Gross College five years ago."

"Oh... five years ago."

"Yeah." Lindsay puffed her cheeks and muttered to herself, "I really met a strange guy. I knew I wouldn't trust others so easily."

"what?"

"That's why." Lindsay held the watering can and tiptoed against Rogge's forehead sitting on the bed. "Do you people from the Finch family have the kind of personality that likes to pick people up by the side of the road?"

"From the Finch family?" Rogge was full of question marks.

But soon, he remembered the purpose of today: "You don't want to stay in the room and read all day, today is the last day of the holiday, do you want to go out for a walk?"

"It's not because of you that I stay in the room all day long?" Lindsay glared at Rogge angrily, "It's not that someone refuses to finish homework by himself, as for me to make up someone's homework for four days in a row ?"

"I didn't know that the brain circuits of those professors at Gross College are so weird!" Rogge yelled, "Let me study the history of dragons, let me find out what the dragons that may be green in history are. Ghosts? Do they have special quirks?"

"No...Professor Sola asked you to study the subject, which is to identify the dragon knights that may have existed in history that were not recorded in the annals of history."

"Don't you still find out the dragon that may be green?"

Lindsay rolled her eyes, there was nothing to argue with Roger.

"So, do you want to go out for a stroll today?" Rogge thought for a while, he had already taken out his dolls, and Lindsay must not be forgotten.

"I don't go to the playground."

"Huh? How do you know."

"Lawrence gave you the ticket, the only thing left is the amusement park, right?"

"There's also the opera house." Rogge said, the last time he took Alice to the opera house, he used Heloise's ticket.

"Not interested." Lindsay continued cutting her own flowers and plants.

"Then where do you want to go?"

Lindsay thought for a while, then suddenly smiled and said to Roger: "Shall we go visit Teacher Grace?"

"What are you doing visiting her?"

"Revisiting the old place." Lindsay said happily.

027 I must catch fish immediately

"Please come in."

When Roger pushed open the door of Grace's house, he found a girl at work among the bottles and jars.

Roger frowned, took a few steps back, and looked up at the house number.

"What's the matter?" Lindsay, who was holding the paper bag, asked strangely.

Rogge touched his chin and said, "We must have gone to the wrong place."

"Is the house number wrong?"

"The house number is right, but the person is wrong." Rogge said.

"Not Teacher Grace?"

"They look alike, but they shouldn't be." Rogge thought for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion. He hammered his palm and said, "I understand, we have traveled through time."

"What is time-traveling or not!" Grace inside yelled, "Hurry up and come in, what are you talking about standing at the door?"

As she spoke, Grace took off her magic glasses, rubbed her eyes, and stretched herself.

"When did you work so hard?" Roger finally confirmed that the woman who was working was Grace.

He took Lindsay and sat on the sofa skillfully.

As a standard North drifter, although Grace has her own house in Groz City, the area is not large, with one bedroom, one bathroom and one living room.

Living alone is enough.

It wasn't the first time for Roger to come to Grace's house, and he was already used to this messy scene.

"I didn't expect you to have time to work." Roger teased Grace.

Grace rolled her eyes and put aside the documents in her hand.

"If I don't work anymore, Le Face will deduct all my wages." Grace said with a bitter face, "Really, this old guy. If you deduct any more, I'll lose all the money for the drinks."

"It's not the result of you fishing every day."

"I just don't find those jobs interesting," Grace said.

As a teacher, Grace is very conscientious most of the time except for being irresponsible when giving test questions. At least students who study hard will learn knowledge far beyond the college level from her classes.

But she doesn't care much about the students, so most of the students are easy to indulge in her class, so that the overall test level is not high.

If Grace could use the power given to professors by the college to force students to take classes seriously with credits, perhaps the effect would be much better.

Unfortunately, that's rarely the case with Grace.

Most of the time she used the credits as bait to squeeze the physical strength of the students—referring to manual work such as cleaning and carrying.

As a professor at Gross College, Grace is completely incompetent.

During her tenure, she has never had a decent academic paper. Even the paper published not long ago on using [Sand Table World] to construct a virtual spell card has a simple structure and frequent grammatical errors. If it is not for the knowledge and The opinion is genuine, and this paper has long been nailed to the pillar of stigma in academic journals.

What's more, I never attend important meetings, play missing at critical moments, and so on.

The deeds of fishing are too numerous to record.

But it is undeniable that Grace is still very popular among the student community, not only because of her beauty, but also because of her peace.

It's hard to imagine how Grace's two sides are perfectly blended together.

Roger casually picked up one of the papers.

The above is about the arrangements for the Spring Festival Free Tournament.