I have a Tantric panel

The afternoon's work was heavy and busy.

As a teaching assistant, in addition to assisting with teaching in class, Shane also...

They have to prepare literature for professors, help correct assignments, run errands and deliver mail, and occasionally do some physical labor.

Is there any extra pay for doing these jobs?

Don't even think about it!

In the presence of teaching assistants, professors wield virtually unlimited power!

A professor can even fire a teaching assistant from the college with just a word.

Fortunately, the Latin I crammed yesterday came in handy.

Xia En didn't make any mistakes all day, and the professors looked at him much more kindly.

As school was about to end, he finally had a little free time.

I knocked on the deep honey-colored oak door.

"Please come in."

Xia En pushed open the door and entered.

The elderly female professor was sitting in front of the easel, seemingly copying something.

"You've arrived."

Without looking up, Aurora pointed to the position of "The Person in the Painting" with her left hand and continued her work.

"Thank you, Professor."

Xia En walked up to the oil painting.

The woman in the painting has a mysterious smile on her lips, as if she is waiting for his arrival.

Take two deep breaths to get your mind into the best state.

Xia En's mind gradually sank, as if falling into a deep, dark lake.

The colors before my eyes began to move as if alive once more.

[Progress of the analysis: 17%...18%...20%...]

The progress bar is slowly increasing.

Some kind of substance seemed to seep out of the painting.

dong dong!

It wasn't until two soft knocks on the door that Xia En suddenly woke up.

Looking up, I saw that it was already dark outside the window.

Professor Aurora stood in the doorway, looking at him with amusement.

Shane immediately stood up: "Sorry, Professor, I got a little lost in thought."

"Relax."

Aurora smiled and said, "It's normal to get lost in thought."

She took a brass key from her waist and placed it on the table by the door.

"If you want to watch, you can watch a little longer. I have to go home now."

Xia En was taken aback.

Did you temporarily give him the office key?

Before she could even ask a question, Aurora turned and left, leaving behind a single sentence.

"Remember to lock the door, and don't look at things you shouldn't see."

"Thank you, Professor."

Aurora simply waved her hand, her back view exuding a carefree air.

Xia En felt a mix of emotions.

The other teaching assistants all said that Professor Aurora was eccentric and difficult to approach.

But after spending time with her today, I feel that she is a really nice person.

Take a look at the panel.

[Analysis Progress: 32%]

Clearly, we can't get the progress to 100% before we get home.

But since we have extra time, there's no reason to waste it.

Light the kerosene lamp on the table.

The dim yellow light illuminated the office, and the surrounding paintings and sculptures were also bathed in a mysterious glow, exuding a strange attraction.

But Shane didn't even glance at them.

Aurora has already made her warnings clear enough.

If you still don't know what's good for you and keep looking around aimlessly, what's the difference between that and courting death?

Besides, you can't bite off more than you can chew.

Xia En hasn't even deciphered this "safe" painting, "The Person in the Painting," yet, how could he have the leisure to appreciate and appraise other paintings?

Time slips away silently.

About another hour.

Xia En tilted his head back to relieve the soreness in his neck.

[Analysis Progress: 48%]

At this rate, the interpretation should be completed in two days at most, and one day at least.

Xia En did not choose to stay up all night.

Your body needs rest now.

The right way is to develop step by step and gradually; there's no need to be in such a hurry.

Light the kerosene lamp and lock the door.

Xia En quickly walked out of the empty and deserted academy.

On the street, the light from the gas lamps diffused in the mist, like ink spreading on paper.

This was the first time Xia En had come home this late.

Nights are not safe in this era.

Newspapers frequently report on murders committed in the fog.

Some tabloids even publish sensational rumors.

Fog Ghosts without physical form;

The Ripper, who transformed his hands into blades;

A swollen mermaid in the sewer...

Looking back now, perhaps some of these rumors are true and some are false?

Xia En didn't dare to think about it too much. She quickly wrapped her coat tighter around herself and hurried towards her rented room.

……

……

The next morning.

The bells of Akarin University have not yet rung.

Aurora pushed open the door and walked into her office.

Looking around, she found that most of the items in the office were exactly as she remembered them.

Such a simple trick as moving something and then putting it back in its original place couldn't fool her.

"He's a promising talent."

Aurora murmured to herself.

When facing what lies behind the curtain, learning to restrain oneself is always more difficult than following one's own desires.

Having been a professor in the capital for so many years, Ara has seen more geniuses than stray dogs on the street.

Some talents will grow up, while others will die young.

What distinguishes these two is often not talent, but...

Do you have a heart of reverence?

A recent example is Winnie, the previous teaching assistant.

Aurora had also lent her a temporary key, but the outcome was regrettable.

"Professor Aurora?"

Not long after, Shane walked in, surprised.

"You're here so early?"

He originally wanted to catch up on the material before class, but he unexpectedly ran into the professor.

"I'm a little worried."

Aurora casually said, "I have class today too, you can continue to come with me."

"Yes, Professor."

……

……

Over the next two days, Shane's life returned to normal.

During the day, I work diligently, and in my spare time, I come to Aurora's office to look at paintings.

I'll also freeload lunch with Ronan to make sure I get enough nutrition.

We continued our analysis of "The Person in the Painting" in the evening.

When I get home in the evening, I study Latin.

Life is busy, but also fulfilling.

It's kind of amazing.

In the past two days, Xia En's reputation at the academy has actually improved.

As he walked down the street, art students would approach him and say hello!

Perhaps because his cough had subsided, his pale face regained some color, making him look more pleasing to the eye.

Of course, Professor Aurora's appreciation was also an important factor.

at the same time.

Shane's Latin proficiency rose from 76% to 97%.

The interpretation of "The Person in the Painting" has reached its final 5%.

That evening, as the sun set, the gentle twilight enveloped Akarin University.

Aurora still leaves work on time.

Xia En was the only one left in the office.

He walked up to the oil painting and focused his mind.

[Progress of the analysis: 96%...97%...98%...]

until……

[Analysis Progress: 100%!]

The moment the progress bar fills up.

The woman in the painting has a radiant smile, exuding an unprecedented and strange charm that draws the viewer in.

When Xia En opened his eyes again, he was stunned.

Before me lies a stage with its curtain drawn back.

Surrounding him were rows and rows of audience seats, with many spectators whose faces he couldn't see sitting with him, enjoying the grand performance together.

"Shane Knox".

A familiar yet somewhat unfamiliar, pleasant voice suddenly rang in my ears.

Xia En looked up abruptly and saw Aura on the stage extending her fair hand to him.

"Would you...like to dance with me?"