Moreover, every man who liked her retained memories of having their confession rejected.
Those memories directly spared Ye Youyou from being troubled by confessions from her classmates.
Everyone soon sat around a round table.
There were twelve students in total.
Before long, a male magic instructor walked in.
"You all arrived quite early." The instructor glanced around, adjusted his glasses, and sat down with a cheerful smile. "Today should be my second class with you all. I know none of you particularly like my course, since it involves mathematics."
Everyone smiled awkwardly.
"Things that burn brain cells are indeed hard to accept unless you're genuinely interested in them." The instructor sat down and tapped the textbook with his fingertips.
His gaze fell upon Ye Youyou's face, which was resting on the desk.
The stray lock of hair atop her head bobbed up and down. Judging from her expression, she was indeed being rather perfunctory about this class.
"It seems you're just like I was back then. What I hated most was mathematics." He sighed after saying that.
"Then why do you teach mathematics?" one student asked curiously.
"Because the pay is high."
Everyone: "..."
"Ahem, that's reality. People can compromise, but the mathematics I study cannot. It is an unchangeable theory. One plus one equals two. That seems impossible to alter. As long as we live in this world, everything must follow that rule."
Ye Youyou had originally been completely uninterested in the class, but Mystic Thread suddenly read what he was about to say next, and she instinctively lifted her head.
Because what he intended to say next seemed to contain something worth noting.
"When we seek to understand the laws of reality, we like to ask one question: why is it this way? For example, everyone knows that