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Chapter 128 Library Review (Thanks for your support, please do not disturb. Certified by the expert)

Sylvie and Jasmine spent the entire evening studying diligently in the library, making the most of their time. They exchanged notes, discussed various subjects, and did their best to prepare for the upcoming midterm exams.

As time went by, the library remained filled with an atmosphere of learning. They discussed challenging topics, making the most of every minute spent in the library. This was something they did often; they knew how to collaborate effectively.

As Sylvie absorbed in her books and notes, she couldn't help but occasionally glance at Morse, who was still sitting at the table next to her.

I thought he wasn't good at studying.

She thought to herself. Considering his ranking and his attitude in class, she initially thought he wasn't good at studying.

However, the more she observed him, the more surprised she became.

'How did he solve these problems so quickly?'

Despite ranking last, Morse seemed to have a strong understanding of the subject they were studying, easily solving complex problems. His pen moved quickly across the paper, jotting down notes and annotations demonstrating a deep comprehension of the material.

It's as if he's known these things for a long time, but that doesn't make sense.

'Did he just learn this?'

Sylvie was puzzled; she knew Morse was an orphan, and like herself, had not received a proper education before coming to the academy.

As a girl who grew up in the countryside, she understood how difficult it was for students like them to learn these things from scratch.

Now, she was astonished by his learning ability. She had initially thought his learning ability was at best average, but he was clearly exceptionally gifted in it.

This made her wonder why he ranked so low. The reason was quite obvious.

'It must be because of his attributes.'

Sylvie knew how weak he had been; she had witnessed his painful moments firsthand.

Knowing this, she couldn't help but admire his focus and ability. Just then, Sylvie felt her friend poke her with her finger.

"Hmm?" Sylvie turned her attention to Jasmine and saw that she was holding a book.

Jasmine opened her textbook, pointing to a challenging question related to "Dungeon Theory." This was Sylvie's weakest subject, one that often troubled her.

“Hey, Sylvie, look at this,” Jasmine said, drawing Sylvie’s attention to the issue.

Sylvie glanced at the question, a wave of uncertainty washing over her. It was a difficult problem she had struggled with before, without finding a solution. She had planned to ask the professor about it when she had time.

Now, her friend is asking her this question, which she can't answer.

Just as Sylvie was about to give up, she suddenly remembered something.

'He was just studying this topic.'

She looked at Jasmine, her expression a mixture of understanding and surprise. “Wait a minute,” Sylvie whispered, her eyes lighting up. “Morse was just studying the Dungeon Theory. He might know how to solve this problem.”

Jasmine raised an eyebrow curiously. "Morse? Are you sure he'll help us?" She knew he was mostly indifferent to others, which made her suspicious of him.

“I think he will,” Sylvie said.

"If that's what you think, then why not give it a try?"

Sylvie took a deep breath and decided to seek Morse's help to solve this challenging problem of "Dungeon Theory." She stood up, organized her study materials, and walked over to Morse, who was engrossed in his studies.

He hasn't stood up once since he came in; he's been studying the whole time. She can see the books and notes scattered around her.

Her steps were cautious, but her resolve was unwavering. When she reached Morse's desk, she cleared her throat to get his attention. "Hey, Morse, excuse me," she began, her voice polite and respectful.

Morse was engrossed in his studies when he looked up and met Sylvie's gaze. His expression was as serious as ever, showing little emotion, and the atmosphere was no different from usual.

The gray tones of his clothing symbolized indifference.

When his bright purple eyes met Sylvie's gaze, she felt an urge to look down. Those eyes always reminded her of what he had once said to her, making her uneasy whenever she stood before him.

'Phew...it's been a long time.'

She forced herself to remain calm, concealing her nervousness, and continued, "I just noticed you're studying 'Dungeon Theory,' and there's a question that's been bothering me for a long time. Can you help me solve it?"

For a fleeting moment, Morse's sharp gaze seemed to pierce through her, and she couldn't help but feel a little scared.

She waited for his response, hoping he would agree to help her resolve the issue. A long silence followed, seemingly endless, before he finally answered.

“I can help you,” Morse said calmly, his reply brief. He pushed aside the pile of books in front of him, making room for Sylvie.

'Phew... thank goodness he agreed, that was so embarrassing.' Sylvie breathed a sigh of relief as she sat down.

Her nervousness was obvious, but she tried to remain calm. "Thank you, Morse."

She carefully showed him the problem that was troubling her, and Morse began to analyze it, turning the pages and taking notes. It was a problem about analyzing diagrams of the dungeon's interior and finding the corresponding mana levels for each marked branch and node.

At first glance, the problem seems simple, but with multiple branches and nodes, she has difficulty finding the correct solution.

“Hmm…” she heard him hum softly, glancing at the question. “This is indeed difficult.” His pen began to move rapidly. Equations, numbers, and diagrams appeared one after another, and within minutes, the entire page was filled with calculations.

'His handwriting is different,' Sylvie thought to herself, looking at his messy handwriting.

She always paid great attention to her handwriting and liked to keep the paper neat, so she wrote a little slower. But she felt it was all worth it.

Morse was clearly different from her. His handwriting was small and compact, and he wrote much faster than hers. Although his handwriting wasn't as neat as hers, she couldn't help but find a strange attraction to his rapidly filled paper.

Just then, his voice came from the side. "Here," he said, gently pushing the paper in front of Sylvie.

'Has he finished?'

While she was still marveling at how fast he solved the equations, he had already completed the entire calculation process.

"what is this?"

When she looked closely at the paper, her excitement was mixed with a hint of confusion.

Morse's solution looked like a complex article woven from symbols and numbers, which Sylvie struggled to understand at first glance.

Although she could recognize the numbers and see that the calculations were correct, she did not understand the origin of some of the equations.

“Uh, sorry, I don’t quite understand,” she admitted, frowning. “It seems complicated.”

“Hmm…” Morse gave a soft hum upon hearing this, returning his gaze to his paper. “Have you tried to solve this problem yourself?” he asked.

"I've tried it."

"Very good, did you bring your calculation process?"

"My calculation process? What's wrong?"

"I want to see your thought process when solving this problem, and the best way to do that is to see your solution process."

Hearing this, Sylvie was somewhat surprised. She had never expected him to make such a request.

“They should be in my bag. Let me look for them.” Sylvie nodded and reached into her bag to retrieve her calculations for the problem.

She handed Morse a few papers, which he took and began to carefully examine her answers.

Sylvie felt a pang of unease as Morse studied her answers. It was as if the strictest teacher were checking her homework.

Her gaze shifted back and forth between the papers in Morse's hand and his serious expression. His gaze was as expressionless as ever. Sylvie couldn't tell if he was satisfied, critical, or both.

“I understand,” he said softly, gently sliding the paper in front of her. “The method you used in this problem is the same as what we did in previous chapters,” he explained, pointing to the paper. Because the paper was in front of her, Morse unconsciously moved closer to her, his arm accidentally brushing against Sylvie's arm.

Sylvie became somewhat distracted as Morse approached. She could feel his sharp eyes intently studying the paper, while clearly articulating the complexity of the problem.

Then, she noticed some details. Morse's pale skin gave him an otherworldly air, and his slightly long black hair framed his face, adding to his mysterious charm.

For a fleeting moment, she was drawn to his exquisite features, sharp chin, and full lips that rarely spoke to others.

He smells fresh.

His scent, a blend of faint body odor and something uniquely his, wafted into her senses.

The scent was both alluring and unfamiliar, making her aware of his proximity. Sylvie's cheeks flushed slightly, a blush creeping over her.

What am I thinking?

She quickly shook her head and refocused. Now was not the time to get lost in these thoughts. Morse was trying to help herself; she needed to seize this opportunity to learn.

"In this type of problem, you need to use this formula..."

Morse continued to explain the problem to her, occasionally referring to his notes.

Sylvie focused her attention, forcing herself not to be distracted. She also missed subtle tonal shifts that only she could perceive.

Jasmine, watching them from the sidelines, couldn't help but think...

'They look so good together, and she seems more relaxed around him than with other guys…'

She looked at Morse, who was explaining the problem to Sylvie, and frowned slightly.

'If you hurt her, I'll beat you up.'

And so the night continued in the tranquility of the library.