Sylvie and Jasmine spent the evening studying hard 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 exam. As time goes by, the library is still full of learning atmosphere. They discuss those challenging topics and make full use of every minute in the library. This is what they do frequently, and they know how to work well together. As Sylvie was absorbed in her book and notes, she could not help but glance occasionally at Morse, who was still sitting at the nearby table. 'I thought he was not good at studying.' She thought to herself. Considering his rank and the attitude he always displayed in class, she initially thought he was not good at studying. However, the more she observed him, the more surprised she became. 'How did he solve these problems so quickly?' Although Morse was ranked last, he seemed to have a strong understanding of the subject they were studying, and he solved complex problems with ease. His pen moved quickly across the paper, writing notes and annotations that showed a deep understanding of the material. It's like he's known this stuff since a long time ago, but that doesn't make sense. 'Did he just learn this?'
Sylvie was puzzled, because she knew that Morse was an orphan, and like herself, he had not received a good 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 shocked at his ability to learn. She had thought his learning ability was mediocre at best, but he was clearly very capable. This made her wonder why he was ranked so low, and the reason was obvious. 'It must be because of his attributes.' Sylvie knew how weak he had been, and she had witnessed his painful moments firsthand. Knowing this, she couldn't help but admire his focus and then, Sylvie felt her friend poking her with a finger. "Hmm?" Sylvie turned her attention to Jasmine and saw that she was holding a book. Molly opened the textbook and pointed to a challenging question related to Dungeon Theory, which was Sylvie's weakest subject and one that she often struggled with. "Hey, Sylvie, look at this," Jasmine said, drawing Sylvie's attention to the question. Sylvie glanced at the question and felt a wave of uncertainty. It was a difficult problem that she had struggled with in the past but had not been able to solve. She had planned to go to the professor to ask about it sometime. And now, her friend was asking her the question, which left her unable to answer. Just when Sylvie was about to give up, she suddenly remembered something. 'He was just studying this subject.' She looked at Jasmine with a mixture of understanding and surprise. "Wait a minute," Sylvie whispered, her eyes lighting up. "Morse was just studying Dungeon Theory. He might know how to solve this problem." Jasmine raised her eyebrows curiously. "Morse? Are you sure he will help us?" She knew that he was mostly indifferent to others, which made her suspicious of him. "I think he will," said Sylvie. "If you think so, why not give it a try?" Sylvie took a deep breath and decided to ask Morse for help with this challenging Dungeon Theory problem. She stood up, gathered her study materials, and walked over to Morse, who was concentrating on his studies.
Until now, he had not stood up once and had been studying since he came in. She could see books and notes scattered around. 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 concentrating on his studies, and when he looked up, his eyes met Sylvie's. His expression was as serious as ever, without showing much emotion, and the atmosphere was no different from usual. The grey hue on him symbolizes apathy. When his shining purple eyes met Sylvie's, she had an urge to look down. Whenever she stood in front of him, those eyes reminded her of what he had said to her at that time, which made her feel uneasy. "Phew...it's been a long time." She forced herself to calm down, hiding her inner nervousness, and continued. "I just noticed that you were studying Dungeon Theory. Here is a problem that has been bothering me for a long time. Can you help me solve it?" For a moment, Morse's sharp eyes seemed to penetrate her, and she couldn't help feeling a little scared. She waited for his response, hoping he would agree to help her with the problem. There was a pause that seemed like an eternity before he finally answered. "I can help you." Morse's voice was flat and his answer was brief. He pushed the pile of books in front of him aside to make room for Sylvie. "Phew...luckily he agreed. This was so embarrassing." Sylvie sat down, feeling relieved. Her nervousness was palpable, but she tried to remain calm. "Thank you, Morse." She carefully showed him the problem she was troubling, and Morse began to analyze it, turning pages and taking notes. It was a problem about analyzing a diagram of the interior of a dungeon, and finding the associated mana levels in each labeled branch and node. At first glance, the problem seemed simple, but with multiple branches and nodes, she had a hard time finding the correct solution. "Hmm..." She heard him hum quietly and look at the problem. "This is really hard." His pen began to move quickly. Equations, numbers and graphs appeared one after another, and within a few minutes, the whole page was filled with calculations. 'His handwriting is different,' Sylvie thought to herself as she looked at his scribbled writing. She has always paid attention to her handwriting and likes to make the paper look neat, so she writes a little slower, but this sense of neatness makes her feel it is worth it. Morse was obviously different from her. His handwriting was small and tight, and he wrote much faster than she did. Although his handwriting was not as neat as hers, she couldn't help but feel a strange attraction when she saw his quickly filled paper. At this time, his voice came from the side. "Here." He said, gently pushing the paper in front of Sylvie. 'He's finished?' While she was still marveling at how quickly he solved the equation, he had already completed the entire calculation process. "What's this?" When she looked at the paper carefully, her excitement was mixed with a hint of confusion. Morse's answer looked like a complicated text woven from symbols and numbers, which Sylvie found difficult to understand for a moment. Although she could recognize the numbers and see that the calculations were correct, she didn't understand where some of the equations came from. "Uh, sorry, I don't quite understand," she admitted, frowning, "This seems complicated." "Hmm..." Hearing this, Morse hummed lightly and returned his eyes to his paper. "Have you tried to solve this problem yourself?" he asked. “I have.”
"Very good. Did you bring your calculations?" "My calculation process? What's wrong?" "I want to see your thinking process when solving this problem. The best way is to see your solution process." Hearing this, Sylvie was a little surprised. She had never expected that he would make such a request. "They should be in my bag. Let me look for them." Sylvie nodded and reached into her bag to take out the calculation process she had done for this problem. She handed Morse some sheets of paper, and he took them and began to look over her answers. As Morse studied her solution, Sylvie could not help feeling a little uneasy. It was like the strictest teacher checking her homework. Her eyes moved back and forth between the paper in Morse's hand and his serious expression. His eyes were as emotionless as usual. Sylvie couldn't tell whether he was satisfied, critical, or both. "I see." He whispered, gently sliding the paper in front of her. "You use the same method in this problem as we did in the previous chapter." He explained, pointing to the paper. With the paper in front of her, Morse unknowingly moved closer to her, and his arm accidentally touched Sylvie's arm. Sylvie was distracted as Morse approached. She could feel his sharp eyes studying the paper intently while he articulated the complexity of the problem. Then she noticed something. Morse's pale skin had an otherworldly quality to it, and his longish black hair framed his face, adding a mysterious allure. For a moment, she couldn't help but be drawn to his delicate features, his sharp jaw, and the full lips that rarely spoke to anyone about issues. 'He smells fresh.' His scent, a mixture of a light body scent and something that was uniquely his, wafted into her senses. The smell was both alluring and strange, making her aware of his approach. Sylvie's cheeks felt slightly hot and she blushed. 'What am I thinking?' She shook her head quickly and refocused. Now was not the time to get lost in these thoughts. Morse was trying to help herself, and she needed to take this opportunity to learn. "In this type of problem, you need to use this formula..." Morse continued to explain the problem to her, referring to his notes from time to time. Sylvie concentrated, forcing herself not to be distracted, and she missed the subtle changes in tone that only she could detect. Jasmine, who was watching them from the side, couldn't help but think... 'They look really good together, and she seems more relaxed around him than with the other guys...' She looked at Morse, who was explaining the problem to Sylvie, and frowned slightly. 'If you make her sad, I'll beat you.' And so, the night continued in the silence of the library.