My Prime Minister is so cute

It’s because she’s so annoying that no one wants her even though she’s in her fifties. She’s become an old woman.

"nothing."

Baird said casually, "It's just that one of my students has come back to the right path."

"Return from the lost path?"

Tracy unceremoniously found a stool and sat down, then asked, "Who? Isn't it the blue-haired witch you brought before?"

Baird: "..."

"It really is her." Tracy asked curiously, "What happened to her? Did she come back to continue her research with you?"

"See for yourself."

Baird gave up resistance and handed the paper to the other party.

[Optimal Inverse Theory of Linear Algorithms in Electric Magic]

Tracy initially read it with great curiosity, but her expression became serious until she finished reading the entire paper, and then she let out a long sigh.

"He is indeed a genius."

She couldn't help but sigh, "It's amazing that after six years of doing that, he was able to write a paper like this."

"That's right." Baird suddenly felt a sense of pride. He finally won once in all these years. Although it wasn't him but his student who won, he still won after rounding it off!

"Do you have such a student?" he asked proudly.

"Indeed not."

Tracy smiled slightly. "Junior Brother, even if you win this time, how about this? To celebrate your first victory, how about I treat you to a meal after get off work?"

Chapter 116: Press it every day from now on

Publishing and reviewing papers is a troublesome task, especially for reputable core journals.

In order to ensure that they don't make a fool of themselves and thus damage their reputation in the wizarding world, the reviewers are very strict in reviewing the papers. Even if there is a slight mistake in grammar or format, the papers will be sent back for rewriting - of course, except for the big guys.

Sophia was certainly not a big shot, but after repeated checks and revisions by Professor Baird, the paper successfully passed the review, and a reply letter was sent to the original author.

.......

Forks area.

In the villa, Bird, Sophia and Sarah were enjoying afternoon tea.

Afternoon tea includes black tea and dim sum tarts.

The three-layer pastry tower is stacked in a tower. The bottom layer is filled with various salty pastries, such as smoked salmon, mayonnaise sandwiches, and ham sandwiches; the second layer is filled with conveyor scones, which are eaten with cream and jam; the third layer, which is the top layer, is filled with various exquisite cream cakes.

It's exquisite, beautiful, elegant and delicious.

It’s also easy to gain weight.

So this is only an occasional meal. Usually, Sophia and Sarah just drink tea and chat at home.

Bird was free today, so we ordered takeout for afternoon tea, and the three of us enjoyed it together...

Avril?

The district chief is at work.

"Miss Sophia, your letter."

Just then, a professional maid delivered a letter.

Sophia glanced at the sender, her eyes brightening as she set down her teacup and began to unwrap the envelope. After reading the contents, she couldn't help but smile, her long, stocking-wrapped legs swaying slightly.

"What's wrong? Why are you so happy?" Bird asked curiously.

"My paper has passed review!" Sophia put down the envelope, looking happy. "It's in 'The Theory and Application of Electric Magic'. You can see it in the next issue."

Bird thought about this incident, and it seemed to be when he was massaging Sophia's feet... Bah, that time when he encouraged her to work, Sophia had a burst of inspiration and completed a paper on the spot.

But later I thought that maybe it had nothing to do with foot massage, but was related to the improvement of physics skills, after all, you can learn by analogy.

"Congratulations, congratulations."

He said, "There's a result."

"Yeah." Sophia looked at Bird with soft eyes, "Thanks to you, the conversation at that time inspired me."

"'The Theory and Application of Electric Magic'? Isn't that a core journal? Sophia, you published a paper in a core journal?!"

Sarah, who knew more about this, was more surprised than Bird, who had no idea. "Doesn't that mean, Sophia, you can take a step forward and skip the magic graduate program and directly consider becoming a lecturer?"

"Hey, no, who am I?"

Sophia smirked.

Although the genius blue-haired witch has restrained her pride, when she receives praise from her friends, she will still express her true thoughts frankly instead of pretending to be humble.

And looking at my friend who looked very proud.

Sarah felt inexplicably lost.

As a magician, Sophia not only became a high-level magician early on, but has now published papers in core journals. She has skipped the stage of magic graduate students and is working towards the goal of becoming a professor.

It’s not that she doesn’t want to try.

But no matter how hard she tried, she could only become a high-level magician.

Intermediate-level magicians only need to master the basics of magic and existing magical theories. Advanced magicians need to demonstrate complete mastery of a specific discipline's magic and existing magical theories. However, to advance beyond this level, true innovation is required, researching areas that previous magicians haven't yet discovered.

Just studying is fine, but how can she do research and innovation? By then, she will be a magic graduate student for more than ten years. Don't you have any dignity?

Just when Sarah was feeling sad.

Bird and Sophia have continued their conversation.

"What about the next paper? Do you have any ideas?" Bird asked.

"It can't be so fast."

Sophia said with a hint of amusement, "I've been thinking about this paper for a long time. For the next while, I need to study the uses of the magic generator and simplify the magic circle."

Bird thought for a moment and asked, "Will you become a professor after that?"

"What's the point of being a professor?" Sophia shook her head. "I have to teach, supervise graduate students, and undergo assessments from the academy. It's just too much hassle, isn't it? I'd rather be comfortable at the institute like I am now, where I can do whatever I want..."

"Hey, hey."

Bird reminded him, "The Nader Institute also has assessment indicators! It doesn't mean you can eat, drink and have fun as you please."

"It doesn't matter. Aren't you in charge of the assessment, Bird?"

Sophia smiled and hugged Bird's arm, swaying back and forth and acting like a spoiled child: "Don't fire me, okay okay~"

Feeling the slight elasticity in his arm, Bird shook his head and sighed, "Alas, there's really nothing I can do about you. After all, I'm just a small private researcher. How can I resist the director's shady dealings? I can only endure the oppression for the sake of living and dare not resist..."

She saw the two of them start flirting in front of her again.

Sarah bit her lower lip, and that inexplicable feeling of discomfort arose from the bottom of her heart again... Damn, when has this pervert ever been so nice to her?

The more I think about it, the angrier I get.

With all the new and old grudges added together, Sarah immediately had the urge to cast a fireball and burn Bird at the stake, so as to prevent him from flirting with Sophia in front of her every day and being an eyesore.

But then I thought about it.

Sarah thought that the only thing she was good at now seemed to be writing.

Although for the time being, she is still relying on the outline provided by this pervert to write, she feels that her writing skills have indeed improved a lot recently, and that high-inspiration massage is indeed quite effective.

Maybe I should find more massages with this pervert.

So far, I've only received two massages and the effect is so good. If I do it more often, I will definitely be able to write "Rural Teacher"... At the very least, I must be able to write "Time Travel"... Well, "Escape from the Earth" should be fine.

Well, it’s decided. I’ll go to him and press it once a day from now on, starting from today!

"Hmph, I'll let you, a pervert, live a little longer for now."

Sarah took a sip of her tea and snorted inwardly, "When I can write a masterpiece like 'The Rural Teacher' myself, then you, a pervert, will be useless! Just wait for my fireball punishment!"

But when I think of the comfortable feeling of massage, I want to experience it every day in the future...

Her face flushed slightly, and she quickly tried to convince herself: "It's just to improve my writing skills, yeah, it's just to improve my writing skills..."

Chapter 117 So we got a room

It wasn't long before afternoon tea was over.

Sarah also received a letter from Mirabelle in the central city.

"A college wants to invite Bersabia to give a speech."

Sarah was immediately furious after seeing this: "But what does it mean to emphasize bringing another person? Doesn't it mean I don't count? Mirabelle, don't go too far!"

"It was clearly me who sent the manuscript to Happy Paradise. If that pervert knew about it, how could you still have a share?"

Although usually two people would invite authors together, after all, Mirabelle had been told in advance that it was a joint creation, but the magician had just been stimulated and was in a relatively pessimistic state of mind, so she accidentally got distracted.

"Damn it, this feeling of being looked down upon..."

Sarah clenched her fists, and a dark aura seemed to linger around her. "I was a little hesitant at first, but now I don't have to worry about it anymore."

"I want to become incredibly strong, I want a massage! I also want to become a bestselling fantasy author!!!"

Just as she made up her mind, Sarah suddenly frowned. "But speaking of the original intention, it seems like it was to promote pan-magicism... Never mind, that's not the problem. If I become a best-selling fantasy author, I can promote pan-magicism, too. Same deal!"

In short, the determined magician lady ran all the way to Bird's room and pulled Bird out while he was working.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

Bird was confused, not understanding why Sarah, who always disliked her, suddenly dragged him out.

"Just follow me," said Sarah.

Bird was dragged out of the room by Sarah, and then watched her drag him out of the villa, dragged him to the street outside, and then dragged him to a... small hotel.

"Boss, a single room."

Sarah said, pulling her wallet out of her pocket: "How much is it per hour?"

The hotel owner took a look at the petite and cute Sarah in front of him. He saw that she was wearing a warm and lightweight white fur coat on her upper body, warm black tight fleece pants on her lower body, and brown deerskin boots on her feet.

At first glance, you can tell that she is a wealthy young lady from a refined family.

Sharing a room with someone and paying for it proactively doesn't seem like someone being kept.

After the hotel owner confirmed it, he looked at Bird, who was dressed in a well-dressed manner. At this time, he was still a little confused and didn't understand how he came to the hotel. Then he understood a little, and quickly added a 100,000-word plot in his mind... something like the aristocratic rich LL maintaining an ignorant pretty boy, being the rich LL's lover from today, and the story that I have to tell the young lady.

Sarah thought about it at this point.

Thinking that I might need a short nap after the massage, I changed my tone and said, "Well, two hours is better. One hour is a bit too tight."

boss:"???"

He took a deep breath, looked at Bird, and silently gave him a thumbs up of admiration.

Bird: “?”

After paying the money and taking the key, Sarah pulled Bird towards the room upstairs.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?"

Bird finally couldn't hold it in any longer. "Why did you drag me to the hotel? Could it be that you're finally not satisfied with just reading the book and want to find someone to practice with?"

"You, you, you, what are you thinking, you pervert?"

Sarah's face suddenly turned red, and she turned around and cursed, "Is coming to the hotel the perverted thing you think it is? Your mind is full of bitter thoughts! Death penalty! Burning at the stake! Hanging!"

Um, checking into a hotel with a girl, and sharing the same room, isn’t that the same thing?

Is it my problem?

Bird fell into thought: "So what are we doing here?"

Sarah said as if it was a matter of course, "Of course I'm here to get a massage and improve my writing skills."

She thought about it carefully afterwards and decided that since she had decided to massage every day to improve her writing skills, her room would definitely not be suitable as the confidentiality would be too poor.

After all, what if someone knocks on the door while you're in the middle of a massage?

It's not that she did anything bad. The massage was of course a serious massage. In order to improve her writing skills, she endured the humiliation and allowed this perverted hand to touch her back, but Sarah didn't want others to have any bad misunderstandings.

Besides, it's not good to let this pervert always come in and out of your room and be seen by others. For example, if Sophia finds out, she will definitely ask a few questions, which will easily strain the relationship between friends.