Miss White Wolf's Terra Travel Journal

"Hey, you make fun of me every day, and you still know how to respect me."

Ceylon smiled and said, "Two different things, two different things."

The other party's interruption reminded Miss White Wolf of one thing. After all, Olisia was a noble title in Ursus. It would not be good if Ceylon got used to calling her by her name.

"You can call me White Wolf in private," she suggested. "Just like Eyjafjalla, 'White Wolf' was the code name I used when I went to Rhodes Island before. There's nothing disrespectful about the code name."

"Okay, then I'll call you White Wolf, White Wolf, Miss White Wolf. Hmm, what a concise name."

"Don't yell so many times!"

"Ms. White Wolf, we'll be at the staff dormitory soon. They are all standard single rooms, 401 and 402. Which room would you like?"

"casual."

Ceylon handed the key to Room 402, which faced the school park, to White Wolf. After helping him settle down, he hurriedly left the staff dormitory and went straight to the laboratory building where Professor Herzog was.

Miss Olivia can rest now, but she still has a lot to do today.

Chapter 2023 Future Choices 09-30-12 00:03:

The National University's Originium Research Department is the department that needs to conduct experiments the most. The experimental projects in this department have a recognized characteristic, which is that they are extremely risky.

Once the experiment begins, no matter how long it takes, students must be extremely alert, monitor the progress of the experiment at all times, record the data, and not relax for a moment.

Being lax means hidden dangers in the experiment, and hidden dangers mean mineral disease. Students in the Originium Research Department are taught to be responsible for their own experiments and the safety of the laboratory. If they lack experience, they must make up for it with 120% of their energy, so staying up late to stare at the laboratory bench has become commonplace.

When Ceylon went to the laboratory building, the lights in most of the classrooms had been turned off, and most of the students stayed in the dormitory or on the sports field. Only the laboratory building was brightly lit, not affected by time at all.

She went upstairs with ease and unexpectedly ran into a few unfamiliar classmates in the stairwell. They all had pale faces and messy hair. It was obvious that they had worked as a team in the laboratory for a long time and finally escaped and were going back to rest.

They were probably freshmen who entered school last year, she thought, only freshmen would be troubled like this by the experiment, and they would be much better after some more training and experience.

She smiled secretly in her heart, stood against the wall to make way for her exhausted fellow disciples, and then sighed as she watched their receding backs.

She also came from the same situation back then.

The dean's office was on the third floor of the experimental building. Ceylon walked to the door, knocked gently, and when he heard Professor Herzog's response, he pushed the door open and walked in.

The old professor was concentrating on reading academic materials. When he looked up and saw Ceylon, a smile appeared on his wrinkled face. He took off his silver-rimmed glasses and put them on the table, and asked, "How was the journey? I was wondering if you could make it to the city today."

"Fortunately, it went smoothly and came here directly."

"With Miss Olicia?"

"Together."

"Have you found a place to stay?"

"Okay, don't worry. Miss Olicia has contacted the principal, and we will be staying in the staff dormitory for the next few days."

As Ceylan spoke, he took out the manuscript and handed it to Herzog: "Professor, this is the content I was responsible for last month, and part of it has been sent to you via email."

Herzog took the manuscript, put on his glasses again, and flipped through a few pages carefully. The surprise in his eyes became more and more obvious. He raised his head and looked at the student in front of him with satisfaction:

"Very good, Ceylon. It's only been half a year, and I can hardly find any problems with your manuscript."

"As long as you are satisfied." Ceylon said with a smile.

"Your progress really surprises me."

"Maybe it's because I've been dealing with energy journals for the past six months... You know I'm a slow thinker, but I'm good at hard work. I'm busy every day, so I've learned a lot of fragmented experience from it."

"This is not a fool's errand." Herzog put down the manuscript. "People have many abilities. When I was young, my situation was similar to yours."

"Please don't flatter me. I can't be compared with you."

Herzog smiled and shook his head: "No, I'm not flattering you. I was thinking about something, and now that I see you, I feel more confident."

"what's up?"

"This month is the end of the school year, and the National University plans to hire another group of teachers for the new school year."

"Hiring teachers? I remember the last time was four years ago."

"It was five years ago. The National University conducts a teacher recruitment every five years. This time I would like to recommend you as a lecturer in Originium History."

Miss Ceylon was stunned on the spot, and pointed at herself for a long time: "Me? You, don't be ridiculous, a lecturer at a national university, how, how is it possible."

As we all know, Victoria is famous for its academics and culture. If academics are compared to Victoria's crown, then the National University is the jewel in the crown. Those who can obtain teaching qualifications in such an institution all have strong academic strength and academic status.

Ceylon was very clear about her situation. Although she served as the deputy editor-in-chief of Energy, due to her age, she would only be regarded as a handyman in the academic community. She also served as the host of the Longmen Academic Conference, but the real host of that conference was Herzog. No matter how much she did, she was only a deputy and assistant in name.

More importantly, she had only graduated for less than a year. How could she possibly be qualified to compete with the elites in the academic world? Even if it were possible, she...

Herzog saw that Ceylon was not confident and comforted him, "Ceylon, don't underestimate yourself. I know your abilities best. You are definitely qualified for this position."

The shadow of Miss White Wolf emerged in his mind, and Ceylon suddenly panicked: "No, it shouldn't be possible. I remember there are a lot of academic paper requirements, and I am not qualified enough."

"You have published many papers during your university years, and now you have participated in the compilation of two textbooks, and you are mainly responsible for the Originium History textbook. All these together fully meet the school's requirements, not to mention that you are also the deputy editor-in-chief of Energy journal."

Ceylon seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and said excitedly: "Journal, yes, I will also be responsible for the journal."

Herzog didn't quite understand the other party's thinking: "It is normal for university teachers to be journal editors-in-chief part-time. Teaching only takes up a small part of your time. You can do both at the same time."

"I...but."

Professor Herzog advised earnestly, "Ceylon, the next opportunity like this will be five years from now, and there is no guarantee that there will be new staff vacancies in the Originium Research Department by then. I suggest that you work as a teacher at the National University for a year first. If something happens, apply for early assessment after a year. As long as you pass the assessment, you will always be a formal teacher at the National University. If you want to go to other places at that time, you can just register there. The most important thing right now is to seize the opportunity!"

It can be said that Ceylan's hesitation was completely beyond Herzog's expectations.

It is impossible for the other party not to understand the treatment that teachers at national universities receive. Apart from the treatment, the identity of a teacher at a national university also means a leap-forward improvement in one's academic status.

Because this represents the direct recognition of Terra's top institution of higher learning. For an ordinary scholar to obtain the same level of recognition, the time and effort required would be exponentially greater.

As long as Ceylon seizes the opportunity, it will only take one year, and this year cannot be considered a cost at all.

For researchers, isn’t research resource the most important thing? National universities can fully provide all the resources and environment that researchers need. What is there to worry about?

Of course, he had his own reasons for being willing to give Ceylon this opportunity. The other party had helped him a lot, and he gradually saw the possibility of a successor in Ceylon. If he could be further trained and guided, the other party's future achievements would probably not be inferior to his.

Anyway, why did this girl hesitate?

too weird.

Are young people’s minds so difficult to understand?

Chapter 2023 Good Night 10-01-12 00:03:

For Ceylon, the current situation is indeed a difficult choice.

Professor Herzog was right. If she refused, it would mean giving up a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, which was an opportunity for young scholars to be quickly recognized by the academic community. As long as she reached that position, she could be selected for the title of professor after accumulating experience and become one of the youngest professors in the academic world.

If she agreed, she would have to leave Ice Stone and Miss Olisia within the specified time.

The most annoying thing about this matter is that the price of agreeing to it does not seem unacceptable.

If the consequence was to part ways with Bingshi, she would definitely refuse without a second thought. However, the fact was that Professor Herzog and Bingshi were in a cooperative relationship and it was impossible for him to do something like deliberately poaching. The other party's hint was very obvious. He only needed her to stay in the university for one year, and she could do whatever she wanted after that year.

Do you want to discuss this with Miss Olicia?

As soon as this thought came into her mind, she immediately remembered Rhodes Island, which they had talked about before. Miss Olicia said that she didn't want her to leave, but she would not stop her from pursuing her dream in Rhodes Island.

How does National University compare to Rhode Island?

If Rhode Island represents the dreams of the past, then National University represents the promise and the future.

If I discuss this with Miss Olicia, is it possible that she...

No.

There is no other possibility.

Based on her understanding of Miss Olivia, there could only be one outcome.

The other party would definitely agree to her leaving. Not only would they agree, but they would also find ways to make it happen. If something went wrong in the middle, Miss Olicia would most likely blame herself and feel guilty, worrying that she had blocked her way.

The silly white wolf really wanted to treat her as a 'good friend' and would really support her future wholeheartedly. He would help her and at the same time be prepared for the workload to increase and he would have to work overtime every day after she left.

However, is the future of national universities, which is recognized by researchers as the most brilliant and anticipated future, really what I want?

She thought of a conversation she had had with Miss Olicia.

The other person was standing outside Xiosta's luxury goods market, looking at the endless stream of people, and told her with the serious attitude of a researcher: Facts have proved that people like to consume symbols, and under the influence of online media, people are always desiring the desires of others.

Is what is generally recognized all that a person needs?

Can she guarantee that she is not desiring someone else's desires?

Does that kind of longing come from the heart, or is it implanted by the constant influence of the external environment?

What is it that she truly desires and values ​​most?

Ceylon, why do you have such troubles, the kind of troubles that can make countless people envious, why do you deserve these things?

Because of your achievements?

How they were obtained.

If it weren't for Miss Olivia.

Can you still do it?

……

In the staff dormitory.

Miss White Wolf opened the screen window, held her cheeks with both hands, and enjoyed the cool night breeze while appreciating the night view of the campus.

Her window faces the College Park. The flowers, plants and trees in the park are dotted with colorful night lights, flickering as if they are blinking their eyes. Together with the students leisurely strolling and chatting in the park, they form a quiet landscape in her eyes.

In the more secluded places in the park, you can see couples snuggling together, being affectionate with each other, pecking each other on the lips, etc. This is not uncommon on university campuses.

Miss White Wolf had good night vision. As she watched, she discovered that a couple was walking towards the depths of the garden. The so-called depths of the garden were closer to the building where she was.

She lowered her eyelids and just watched, curiosity taking control of her eyes. She wanted to secretly find out what skills the young people in the academy had.

The girl, wearing youthful shorts, followed the boy. They stopped at the edge of the garden, by the dimly lit hedge, and began to whisper so that no one else could hear them.

The girl was talking while walking and stopping in a small area on the spot. The boy seemed to be answering her, but his eyes couldn't help but glance down.

Next, the two of them hugged each other, standing and hugging, and seemed to be doing some small movements.

Miss White Wolf couldn't see the little movements clearly, and she suddenly had a bad idea. At this distance, if she wanted, she could throw a small stone over to scare these two shameless guys.

She is so bad.

Necrotic.

She imagined the people below being frightened and panicking, and thought it was fun and interesting. But throwing it was impossible. Miss White Wolf only liked to think of bad ideas, and it would be too difficult for her to do it.

Someone knocked on her door.

No need to guess, it can only be Miss Ceylon.

She took one last look at the young couple downstairs, muttering to herself, 'I'm in a good mood today, so I decided to let you go,' then she closed the window screen and walked over to open the door.

"Ceylon, why are you here so late?"

"I said I walked into the wrong room. Do you believe me?"

Miss White Wolf opened the door and let Ceylon in: "Don't tease me, I don't believe you, what's going on?"

Ceylon looked a little hesitant: "I want to... ask you some questions."

"Just ask."

Ceylon looked confused and solemn: "It's hard to describe. It's probably like this: a person relies on something and has achieved a lot. One day, she suddenly finds a shortcut, but she needs to abandon what she originally relied on. What should she choose?"

Miss White Wolf thought for a moment, and a faint smile gradually appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Generally speaking, when a person says 'there is someone', they usually refer to themselves. Ceylon, do you want me to be your psychoanalyst?"

Miss Ceylon only wanted to hear a result, but she didn't expect Miss White Wolf to play by the rules at all. Her originally heavy and solemn mood was ruined, and she hurriedly said, "Hey, don't, don't analyze me."

Miss White Wolf ignored Ceylon's refusal, gently placed her hands on the other's shoulders, and looked into Ceylon's eyes gently. The latter's originally flustered mood gradually became peaceful and tranquil under her gaze.

Miss White Wolf's soft voice reached her ears.

"Ceylon, I know all about your achievements. Does it depend on anything? If so, the only thing it depends on is your hard work. I have seen that Ceylon has always been the hardest-working and most diligent person in the institute. If you want to let it go, you must be tired. So let it go. Who cares? Just relax and take a rest when you are tired. You have done so well. You don't need to be so hard on yourself. Come on, relax. How about I hug you?"

Miss Ceylon was held in a daze, and her melancholy and annoyed eyes gradually became clear and gentle.

"Ceylon, just take your vacation and don't think about helping me this time. I have prepared everything myself."

"Ah."