The days of learning black magic in another world

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In the small but empty room, there was only the sound of Riemann pacing back and forth.

He had to figure out a way...to get himself out of this goddamn routine.

What can I do...

His eyes fell on the pile of drafts on the table.

He thought of the bunch of invitations he had received after he published his thesis in Ulang City. Although he didn't go anywhere at the time, it seemed that going to a banquet was definitely a much better choice than being a mediator!

that's it!

Riemann stepped to his position in three steps and took two steps, and picked up the pen.

Over the next few days, he buried himself in the manuscript with astonishing diligence and speed.

It is not difficult to complete the manuscript itself. He divided this "Concise Course of Calculus" into three classic parts, limit, differential, and integral, interspersed with some important knowledge points of real numbers and functions and the praise of the God of Light , when the thinking is clear, it is really not a difficult task to complete a booklet.

But that's for students who were born in the Celestial Dynasty and have long been accustomed to studying twelve hours a day.

When Miller came to him and asked if he was not used to anything, he was taken aback by his state and almost stuttered.

Miller carefully stepped over the parchments on the ground—they were really everywhere. He hesitated for a long time, and felt that even if he stepped over these few sheets, he would not be able to find the next foothold to approach Riemann, so he simply Giving up, he just stood there, raised his voice and shouted, "Hey Riemann! What are you doing?"

Riemann raised his head in confusion, looked around before seeing Mirele at the door: "Oh, Mirele."

He really wasn't just pretending, he was indeed too immersed, causing him to lose part of his perception of the outside world.

Miller asked again patiently: "Hey Riemann, what are you writing? Why so... so much paper."

Riemann: "Oh! Before Bishop Pound promised to help me publish a book on mathematics, I think I must not disappoint the bishop's expectations, but I was really busy with my studies before, so I just took advantage of the time now..."

Miller was a little shocked. What did this guy think? Didn't they work so hard to enter the Holy See of the Royal Capital just to have nothing to do at other times of the day except for the hour at the reception desk?In the end, look at him... he made himself busier than Xingxi Academy. What's the point of entering the Holy See?

Miller deeply felt that this genius junior might not be very smart, so he gave a dry cough and decided to quickly perform some caring tasks before leaving.

"So... are you getting used to it recently, Riemann?"

Riemann smiled gently: "Not bad, thank you for your concern."

"Cough, that's good. If there is anything you don't understand, just come to me at any time."

"Thank you."

"I'm leaving?"

"Oh, goodbye Mirell, I'll send you off." Although Riemann has been a little sleepless lately, his social skills have not completely disappeared. Mirele watched in shock as Riemann naturally found it from the pile of parchment. He walked towards him with a smile without even looking at his feet.

Because he was too shocked, he didn't react until Riemann was in front of him. He pointed to the door and said, "No, no...you continue to work hard to write the book! Another day See!"

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A few days later, in Riemann's office.

If you want to use a long shot to express this moment, then the shot will definitely start from the scattered papers on the ground, and at the beginning, you will carefully give a little shot to the dense, messy, but beautifully messy text on it, and then Accelerate and fly over the remaining parchment on the way from the door to the desk. During this process, there will be the unique "rustling" sound of the pen tip falling on the parchment.

Now, the camera came to the desk, and it was at the height of the legs of the desk. In the camera, only the hem of the beige robe and the gold line on the edge can be seen. The camera gradually moves up, and you can see the protagonist’s waist, which is well decorated by the black and gold belt, and then Looking up, you can see the upper body of the protagonist who is immersed in the pen. His hair is combed meticulously, but maybe because some part of the article is difficult for him, he unconsciously tossed his bangs, which caused his bangs It's a little messy, but considering his handsome face, this mess is acceptable—or, rather, this mess adds a bit of casual beauty to him, his brows are tightly frowned, yes Are you overcoming any difficulties?

"Fixed! Finally finished writing..."

Ah, it turned out to be the finishing touches.

As the protagonist stood up happily and shouted in surprise, in order to include his upright upper body in the camera, the camera had to take a few steps back as if taken aback.

In the last scene of this shot, the protagonist with brows brimming with joy puts down the parchment in his hand, walks towards the curtains that have been closed for several days, pulls back the heavy curtains of solid color, opens the window, and lets the golden sunlight fall on his eyebrows and eyes between.

Riemann enjoyed the leisure time for a while without thinking about anything.

He has worked hard day and night for several days, and every time he feels that "there is no need to work so hard", there is always that hour of "reception desk work" urging him to remind him - hurry up!Publish it!The sooner the better!

But now that the work is finally done, he rested for a while, and turned his attention back to the pile of papers on the table and under the table, some of which were drafts, some of which were scraps, and he spent some time sorting out the real manuscripts and Put them away in order before going out to find Dean Pound.

"Is Bishop Pound there?"

"Is it at Xingxi Academy?"

"Come back at six? Oh, it's okay, I'll go to Xingxi Academy to find him."

It's five o'clock in the afternoon, Riemann's off-duty time. Obviously, he didn't want to wait for an hour. He turned around and walked towards the room where the teleportation array was located, and went to Xingxi Academy against time, trying to avoid arriving Over there, it was discovered that Dean Pound had left this annoying situation.

"Hey Riemann! Why are you back?"

As soon as he left the teleportation array of Xingxi Academy, Riemann saw an acquaintance, but he could not be called an acquaintance... In fact, he just met a few times. The little girl in the team of snowfield people he met when he first arrived at Xingxi Academy , but Riemann didn't quite remember her name...so he had to omit the address and answered the question.

"I have something to do with Dean Pound."

"Oh, so that's how it is..."

"Are you going to use the teleportation array?"

"Hmm! Ready to do a mission! Riemann is amazing... I have to work hard!"

"Come on." Riemann finished the greeting briefly, watched the other party enter the teleportation array with a smile, then rushed out of the door quickly, and ran towards the magic department.

As soon as he went out, Riemann saw broomsticks flying all over the sky.

Riemann: "..."

Good thing, sure enough, as Stony said, broomsticks were very popular in his absence.

It's really great, he thought dryly, and he was even more sad when he thought that his broom was still in the dormitory because he couldn't expose the storage space of the system, so he had to walk this way.

"Dean Pang De!!"

In fact, the tone of this sentence should be "Pang-De-Dean-President!!!!"

Dean Pound, who was about to close the office door, was taken aback. He turned his head left and right, and was even more shocked when he saw that the deafening shout came from Riemann.

"Li...Man...? Why are you back? What can I do for you?"

Dean Pound's face was blank, mainly because he had never seen Riemann in such a hurry. In his impression, this child was always calm and calm...

"Yes, Father Pound, do you have time now?"

"Yes... maybe..." Father Pound replied hesitantly. In fact, he still had something to do, but he always felt that if he said "I'm sorry I'm not free for the time being", something terrible would happen.

Riemann raised a smile: "Great, Mr. Father, do you remember that you promised me that the Holy See would publish a book for me? I finished it."

"Oh! Oh...so fast?!"

"Yes, Mr. Father, I have always cherished this opportunity, so I couldn't wait to finish the first draft, here is..." Riemann took out the pile of parchment he had organized, "If possible, it can be published in a few days ?"

"Oh, Mr. Riemann, publishing is a very time-consuming..." Father Pound met Riemann's staring eyes in the middle of his words, and swallowed the second half of the sentence, "I will help you as soon as possible. You arranged it!"

"Thank you so much, Father Pound!"

The matter was settled in this way, and Riemann's urgent eyes haunted Dean Pound like a nightmare, making him want to shudder from time to time.He had to reject the original arrangement, and ran to the Publication Review Office in the middle of the night to help Riemann arrange the publication of the book.

The next day, when Riemann was waiting for someone to come to the door at the reception with a smirk on his face, what he was waiting for was Father Pound with a hurried expression.

"Riemann!"

"Are you sure that Marles revolves around the sun?"

Riemann cheered up immediately: "Of course, I have calculated several times, and I am very sure that only when Marles revolves around the sun, its orbit will be circular. If it revolves around the earth If so, then its orbit would be too ugly, wouldn’t it?”

"Very good... very good... Your manuscript says that you were inspired by Heller Velen's new discovery of four stars orbiting Junos. Where is his article?"

"Oh..." Riemann realized what he had forgotten in a hurry. He originally planned to compare the content of his book with the mathematics monograph to be published by Heller Velen, but it was actually the content of physics. Book binding, trying to achieve the effect that anyone who reads his book will spontaneously buy Velen's book, so he habitually quotes Heller Velen's unpublished book between the lines. Book……

"Oh...uh...he hasn't published it yet, it's in a draft he sent me."

Dean Pound didn't care about his hesitation, and waved his hand: "Okay! Then let him send the manuscript over! You two books should be published together!"

Riemann: "Okay, I will write to him now..."

Velen, I can only work hard on you, let's catch up with the deadline.