“I’m suffering… I’m really suffering…”0

A few days later in the afternoon, Ji Jue finally couldn’t hold it in and let out another wail. By the time he finally crawled out of the library, covered in dust and looking utterly miserable, he was practically on his last breath.0

It was just like those kids who, right before summer break ends, suddenly start missing school and longing for it again, only for that initial excitement to vanish and be replaced by academics pinning them to the ground and grinding them into dust.0

Earlier, he had even thought he had at least gotten a basic grasp of modern alchemy. And then Professor Ye, through practical action, relentless questioning, and continuous pressure, told him, No, you haven’t. Not even close.0

After a round of testing, she casually tossed him a paper that she politely graded at 59 points, then handed him a reading list so long it could bury...2