Alchemy Principles of Type-Moon World

"I don't feel any difference." She put down the teacup, lowered her head, and said lightly, "Yesterday's drink had a sour taste, but today's doesn't. However, today's drink seems to have a stronger taste."

"..." Xing Qingyu suddenly wanted to say something about a sense of ceremony, but he swallowed it in the end, just sighed and changed the subject.

"Have you thought about going to class?" Xing Qingyu suddenly asked. "Either the classroom in the clock tower or I could send you to a school outside to try?"

Morfagia tilted her head at the question, her expressionless face showing no particular reaction. Her eyes remained blank, revealing nothing of her own. She remained silent for a long moment, the entire room seeming to fall into a silent, blank space.

Suddenly, a subtle shift occurred on Morfagia's skin. Her silvery complexion gradually shifted to a more human-like hue, a pinkish-white hue emerging, her delicate skin seemingly flowing warmly under the sun. The change wasn't sudden, but rather gradual, like a thin layer of mist fading to reveal the scene behind. Her face instantly took on a soft hue, giving it a vivid, real feel.

However, this change didn't last long. After a few dozen seconds, Morfagia's skin quickly returned to its original inorganic silver color. Its smooth surface was flawless, and it still looked as cold and hard as metal, as if the momentary warmth was just an illusion.

"I don't want to go." Morfagia's voice was lower than usual. While still calm, it was slightly more lively than usual. The corners of her mouth drooped slightly, and the expression of emotion made her look even more lively. "Ordinary people would panic when they saw me."

Xing Qingfeng didn't answer immediately, simply watching her quietly. The aroma of tea filled the room, and warm light filtered in through the window, casting a shadow on the desk, where unfinished documents and exam papers lay piled. The room was almost silent, broken only by the occasional soft ticking of the wall clock.

"You can make a ceremonial outfit so that others won't notice your abnormality." Xing Qingqiu said calmly. There was no sense of coercion in his tone, but instead a hint of rational suggestion. "It's not difficult. If I ask Kenneth to do it, it will definitely not..."

"No." Morfagia shook her head slightly and said, "That's not mine, and I can do it myself."

Xing Qingyu did not answer immediately. His eyes stayed on Mo Fajia, as if waiting for her further explanation.

However, Morfagia still did not speak, her gaze drifting towards the window. Her eyes looked at the lush green grass outside the window. The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, shining on her cold and hard silver skin. The light hit her face, reflecting a faint luster.

"Okay." Xing Qingfeng said softly, his tone not harsh. He glanced at the clock hanging on the wall and knew it was getting late and the afternoon class was about to begin.

He stood up and walked to his desk. His fingers touched the edge of the drawer, and he slowly pulled it open, taking out the lesson plans and test papers he had sorted out. He sat back in his chair, adjusted his glasses, and began to open the prepared test papers, beginning to preview the content of the afternoon's class.

When he was about to leave the office, Xing Qingyu suddenly turned around and asked:

"Would you like to sit in on a class?" Xing Qingqiu asked. "Come sit in my classroom and experience what it's like to attend class and interact with others."

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Xing Qingyu's steps were light and steady, perfectly timed to coincide with the ringing of the school bell. The noise outside gradually faded, and he pushed open the classroom door. The hinges creaked sharply as he entered. The atmosphere shifted slightly as he entered. The clamor outside, the clamor of time flowing by, seemed to be shut out.

The classroom's lighting was warm and soft. Sunlight slanted through the high windows onto the floor, casting soft beams of light onto the desks and blackboard. The air was filled with a subtle scent of books and dust, a gentle freshness. Unorganized notebooks and textbooks, left by students, lay scattered on the wooden desks. A few books lay open, their pages fluttering gently in the breeze.

Xing Qingqiu walked to the podium, set down the folder in his hands, and his clear voice echoed throughout the classroom. He glanced around the room. Most of the students were still gradually quieting down, with a few still whispering in their seats, gossiping among themselves. Although most of the students from the Clock Tower had arrived on time, the classroom was still sparsely populated.

"This is a good sign." Xing Qingyu thought to himself. Although he did not show it, he felt a little relieved when he saw that no one skipped class.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat habitually. As he did so, the chaotic noises gradually died down, and the students' attention slowly shifted to the podium. His gaze swept across every corner of the classroom, finally settling on Mofagia, who sat in the first row.

"Everyone, get ready for class," Xing Qingqi said, his voice calm yet commanding. He pointed at Mo Fajia in the first row, his gaze unconsciously fixed on her. "She's an auditor, don't worry too much."

The students' reactions were as he expected. Most of them just turned their heads slightly to look at Mo Fajia, without showing much interest or curiosity.

The students from the Minerals Department cast more glances, their eyes revealing curiosity, but soon their attention shifted to Xing Qingfeng.

"Okay, let's continue." Xing Qingyu didn't pause for long. After a brief silence, he continued, "Students who have completed the two small assignments from the last class can share them briefly." He lightly swept across the classroom, his eyes passing over every student, as if waiting for someone to raise their hand.

However, after a few seconds, seeing no response, he continued, "For the first small assignment, I hope everyone will think about a question after class—"

"-Is the modern magic system really a complete inferiority to alchemy?" Xing Qingyu asked the question again, with a subtle expectation in his voice. Obviously, he was expecting different reactions from his students.

He glanced at the students below. Most of them seemed hesitant to raise their hands. This was quite normal. Most of the students were attending the class for the first or second time, so it was normal for them to be hesitant to express their opinions.

The classroom was dead silent, with only the ticking of the clock and the occasional sound of a pen sliding across paper.

Almost no one dared to utter a word. The atmosphere in the classroom was like an icy space, stiff and oppressive. The students lowered their heads, as if desperately trying to avoid meeting Xing Qingqi's gaze. An inexplicable silence hung in the air, as if an invisible gravity was suffocating everyone.

Xing Qingyu shook his head slightly, a hint of resignation playing at the corner of his mouth. "What's wrong? Why aren't you answering?" He spoke, breaking the suffocating silence. His voice was low and gentle, but at that moment, it sounded particularly sharp in the silence. "Ah, that's okay. I'll give you three minutes to slowly gather your thoughts. I'll ask more questions in three minutes."

The students below suddenly became even more nervous! Yes, when this sentence was spoken, the actual effect was not as Xing Qingfeng had expected, which was to give them some breathing space to sort out their thoughts.

——Quite the opposite! If just now it was just the tension of being on the verge of death, now it was like knowing that I only had three minutes left to live!

silence.

Only the clock in the corner ticked away steadily. The students lowered their heads, silent as a rock, and even the slightest movement seemed strangely awkward.

Xing Qingjiu's teaching experience was still somewhat limited, and he subconsciously leaned forward on the podium. Although he meant no harm, this invisible gesture inadvertently added a sense of oppression. The students in the audience lowered their heads even lower, their toes tensely, and their breathing became unusually rapid, as if they would be suffocated at any moment by this invisible pressure.

"Just one person needs to answer this question." This was the sole thought in every student's mind. Despite the difficulty of the question and its challenging perspective on Xing Qingjiu, every student knew there was no need to confront the teacher, nor did they dare to raise objections at this moment. For them, giving a "correct" answer was paramount.

At this point, the students' minds were completely trapped in the problem itself, and how to grasp the "degree" became their biggest concern:

How can we avoid appearing too conservative and at the same time not stray from the answer that Xing Qingwu expects?

If someone stood up and answered, then perhaps others would be able to free themselves from this courage and no longer feel the pressure that was like a heavy lead block.

——But if no one stands up, they will feel like being locked in a closed room and the air will become suffocating.

The students in the audience were racking their brains over this question while praying that someone else would stand up and answer the question in time, becoming a brave man to save them from the fire and water.

Three minutes may not seem long, but for every student at that moment, it is like a long dark tunnel, with light just out of reach. Every passing second seems to bring more fear and powerlessness.

——Finally, Xing Qingwu's deep voice sounded again: "The time has come."

This sentence seemed to inject even more anxiety into the atmosphere of the entire classroom. The students in the audience sat up nervously, some even unconsciously clenching their pens, their fingertips turning slightly white.

Silence fell like a hammer. The audience remained dead silent, as if even the slightest movement could cause an unbearable reverberation. No one stood up, as if everyone was gambling—

- Betting on whether that courage will suddenly appear in a student, but none of them dare to take that step.

Xing Qingqiu frowned slightly. As a new teacher, he had indeed never experienced such a depressing and silent scene. When he faced this situation for the first time, he felt a little at a loss.

He understood that if the classroom atmosphere was oppressive, students' thinking would be constrained by it, making it difficult to guide them effectively. But at this moment, he could only wait.

If the teacher is more experienced, perhaps he or she would take a different approach at this time, downplaying the issue, breaking the silence with a humorous tone or clever self-questioning and answering, instead of being shrouded in silence as it is now.

The only problem was that Xing Qingjiu, as a newcomer, didn't seem to have the ability to control the atmosphere. Even his subconscious movements were unconsciously putting pressure on the students in the audience.

"Asking students brainstorming questions" should be used when the atmosphere is high to further heat up the class and increase class participation, rather than being used as an icebreaker when everyone is not familiar with each other as it is now.

Namo San, this is indeed an extremely profound truth. It is normal that Xing Qingjiu, a new teacher, failed to grasp it!

Like a deep, soundless and lightless ocean, ultimate silence enveloped the classroom.

The air seemed to be frozen, and time seemed to have been stripped of all its weight, making every second seem unusually long.

However, the students in the audience were not the only ones who felt anxious about the silence.

——Xing Qingjiu himself was also troubled by this silence.

He frowned slightly, his hands unconsciously gripping the edge of the podium. His previously calm breathing became somewhat rapid, the oppressive air seemingly preventing him from calming down.

The pace of the class was obviously normal before, and the students' responses were very positive. There were always a few students who would raise their questions while he was explaining, and he himself was happy to interact with the students through these questions. The atmosphere was often lively and harmonious.

But today... why was it like this today? It was a simple, easy homework question, but it made the whole classroom so cold? I hadn't changed my teaching style, so why were the students suddenly so silent?

Xing Qingyu took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner anxiety.

In any case, the class cannot just fall into this deadlock. Only when a student takes the initiative to answer can the classroom atmosphere be broken. Moreover, as long as one student speaks, other students may follow suit.

but……

He subconsciously bit his lower lip, his eyes unconsciously falling on the students who lowered their heads——

Their faces were filled with tension and fear. They didn't dare meet his gaze, their eyes wandering. At this point, the students were no longer eager scholars, but like lost lambs trapped in a fog of anxiety. The air in the classroom grew thicker and thicker, almost suffocating them.

"Then..." Xing Qingyu spoke softly. He paused, his voice low and heavy, "Let me ask a classmate to answer this question."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became even more tense. Every breath in the air seemed to intensify the oppressive silence, and Xing Qingfeng subconsciously felt that something was wrong.

fail.

Xing Qingyu realized almost immediately that his proposal was a complete mistake.

In such an atmosphere, even if a student was called to stand up, he would probably be crushed by this invisible pressure.

If that student remains silent, the air in the classroom will completely freeze, everyone's eyes will collectively turn to the standing student, and the atmosphere will become even more unbearable.

Students will become more nervous, teachers will feel more pressured, and everyone in the classroom will feel trapped in this endless silence, with awkwardness and anxiety spreading from every glance.

He subconsciously lowered his raised hand back to the table, his palm firmly grasping the edge of the podium. Although no one made a sound, Xing Qingqiu felt himself nearly swallowed up by the oppressive atmosphere. He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat and ultimately remained silent.

Then, the teachers and students in the classroom suddenly heard a clear girl's voice——

"——Xing, I want to eat."

The voice was so clear, without the slightest hesitation, even a little careless. Xing Qingyu was stunned for a moment, as if the sound had broken the silence of the entire classroom. His eyes unconsciously shifted from the podium to Mo Fajia, who was sitting in the first row.

Mo Fajia remained calm and composed, with a cold expression and no trace of emotion in her eyes. She raised her hands high and stared intently at Xing Qingjiu.

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I tried a more casual approach, but would it feel a bit lengthy to describe the atmosphere and minor setbacks in teaching? But if I kept it too short, it would be hard to create that suffocating feeling, and it would be hard to emphasize that Xing Qingjiu was also a novice teacher.

I don't know what it feels like to arrange the daily plot like this. The plot here is actually based on the plot of the middle management record Tonegawa, and then I thought about how a teacher should get along with students and made an adaptation. I personally think it is quite consistent with this kind of reality... The awkward feeling of being suddenly brainstormed by a teacher you don't know well.

The above is a new book by a new author. Please vote and give me feedback. Thank you!

Volume 44: Xing Qingfeng's Perfect Arithmetic Classroom: . The Traditional Virtues of Old England's Union Jack

Xing Qingyu was stunned, his eyes instantly shifted away from the handouts on the podium, and his gaze involuntarily focused on Mo Fajia sitting in the first row.

She still sat there, her eyes as calm as usual, not affected by the atmosphere at all, as if she was the only one in the classroom not trapped in this oppressive atmosphere.

Although her expression remained cold and her eyes were expressionless, making her seem quite indifferent, her nonchalant question instantly brought a sense of freshness to the atmosphere in the classroom.

She did not answer Xing Qingyu's question, and her words had nothing to do with the question the teacher had just asked.

The two of them cast aside their doubts——and it was her sudden words that broke the stiff atmosphere in the classroom.

The classroom became unusually quiet for a moment, and then, following this inappropriate yet appropriate speech, suddenly, a few unintentional laughs began to come from all directions.

A gentle, carefree laugh broke the tense atmosphere. As the laughter rang out, the students' shoulders, stiff with fear and anxiety, gradually relaxed. Many even unconsciously took a deep breath, as if finally freed from the pressure that had enveloped them.

At that moment, all the tension seemed to be swept away. The silence and anxiety that filled the air seemed to be dispelled by Mofagia's words, and it became relaxed.

The students' gazes, initially filled with helplessness and uneasiness, gradually shifted to a more relaxed state. Even though some students still looked a little stunned and bewildered, many began to chat quietly, and smiles and a relaxed atmosphere permeated the air.

"Teacher, I feel that neither the alchemy of Atlas Academy nor the modern magic system is in line with the future you envision."

This voice suddenly came from a corner of the classroom, breaking the long silence.

That student, a familiar figure from Xing Qingjiu's class last semester, raised his hand. His voice, clear and resounding, carried the answer the students longed for. It also instantly drew all eyes to the speaker.

Perhaps inspired by what Morfagia had just said, he did not directly answer the question, but cleverly threw the core of the problem back to the teacher himself -

——He did not give a specific answer, but responded to the purpose of Xing Qingyu's question from the side, magnified the ambiguity of the question, and asked the teacher to further clarify it.

Yes, since the degree is not clear, then just deny both of them and return the problem to Xing Qingjiu himself.

This is the escape route that Mr. El-Melloi's first generation of students racked their brains to create for all their classmates in just three minutes!

"Excellent answer," Xing Qingqi nodded with a twinkle in his eyes, his voice tinged with excitement. "Although the alchemy of the Atlas Academy is technologically at the forefront of the times, their individual research is still based on a workshop-style approach—"

"—While they don't prevent people from exploring other people's research, they prohibit the publication of their own research. This objectively prevents the formation of a unified academic system."

Xing Qingyu seized the opportunity at the right time. Taking advantage of the tense atmosphere in the class, he started talking and tried to open up the topic further.

"As for the modern magic system, led by the Clock Tower, although the existence of the magic base necessitates the disclosure of some of its research," Xing Qingqi continued, "most magicians choose to pursue the roots, and the family system has formed a certain degree of monopoly on the magic base."

"So, while there have been slight improvements in form, in essence it remains nothing more than a classical academic clique. Coupled with the technological stagnation, the disadvantages far outweigh the advantages."

"Then, teacher," another student also tentatively raised his hand and said, following Xing Qingqi's line of thought, "Since the alchemy in modern magic is the result of introducing the foundation of magic into the original alchemy—"

"—Then, can we use alchemy to improve the foundation of magic?"

"Right, right," another student eagerly chimed in, his voice tinged with excitement. "The results of alchemy are stored in the magic base, so the magic base can directly access alchemy, eliminating the need to recreate it each time."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the classroom suddenly became tense. The tense atmosphere seemed to have been torn apart, leaving a hint of restlessness and unease. Many students' faces unconsciously shifted into a pensive expression. Some frowned slightly, clearly pondering the deeper meaning of Xing Qingjiu's words, while others couldn't help but whisper in their minds. The oppressive atmosphere around them hadn't yet completely lifted, but the turmoil within them had already begun to stir.

"And it can promote the academic unity that the teacher mentioned?" A student suddenly raised his hand and asked, his voice mixed with some hesitation, but with strong curiosity.

"No way," another student retorted without hesitation, his voice even more forceful than before. "This requires a strong voice." His voice was heavy, with a hint of indignation in it. "No one can easily change this structure, even with the best technology."

As these words fell, the atmosphere in the classroom heated up almost instantly, as if a spark had been ignited, igniting everyone's emotions. Almost simultaneously, other students began to murmur in agreement and rebuttal, the discussion gradually merging into a cacophony. Those who had previously lowered their heads in silence now unconsciously raised their heads, their gazes intertwined. Some clutched their pens, brows furrowed; others, no longer focused on the podium, turned to whisper with their deskmates. An unexpected intensity permeated the air, perfectly dispersing the previously oppressive atmosphere.

Yes, in the past three minutes, and even in the gap between the two classes before that, they were not without thoughts, but they just didn't dare to say it out loud.

"But technological innovation itself is a voice of discourse!" someone else interjected, their voice filled with determination and urgency. "Hasn't every revolution in history been driven by new technology?"

All eyes in the classroom were focused on him, with a look of scrutiny and expectation, and he seemed to be aware of the turmoil he had caused, his heartbeat quickened and his eyes became more determined.

Immediately, a flurry of voices echoed and refuted the conversation in the classroom. More and more students began to argue, "Have you forgotten that legend? A few years ago, in the Minerals Department, even when the Lord was personally teaching, a student openly challenged the Lord," one student echoed, his tone filled with nostalgia and a certain anger. "It is said that there has been no news of that guy since..."

"Because he's the Lord's deputy now, idiot! Didn't you even notice his name was on the class list for next semester in this classroom?!" A mineral science student rolled his eyes and responded with disdain. Then, another student's ridicule quickly spread throughout the classroom, with obvious contempt. "Of course you never heard his name again. After all, who would gossip about someone by name?"

These words quickly ignited like a powder keg, the clash of differing viewpoints escalating the discussion into an emotionally charged argument. Every rebuttal, every interruption, a new spark, intensified the classroom atmosphere, as if every student was no longer a mere spectator but an advocate or opponent of a particular position.

"Magic isn't a simple technique," the opposing voice sounded again, in a more serious tone. "It involves too much inheritance and bloodline, and it's not so easy to change."

"But if we continue to remain complacent, magic will only decline," the student who supports change argued, his voice becoming increasingly shrill. "Isn't the teacher's idea to break this situation?"

The escalating conflict made everyone's heartbeats in the classroom seem even louder. Xing Qingqu stood behind the podium, watching the proceedings silently. He remained silent, letting them debate. He knew full well that the questions he had raised were the very core of the young students' debate.