Students like Emma, who placed enormous importance on grades, naturally could not accept such a thing.
But as the content taught in "Astrology" grew increasingly difficult, she gradually forgot about it.
Now that she recalled it, it was like being struck by lightning.
Professor Medea's betting opponent was Professor McDonald, a renowned veteran instructor of "Astrology."
Therefore, aside from second-years, the vast majority of students interested in divination chose Professor McDonald's "Astrology" class.
With so many resources at his disposal, the students Professor McDonald selected naturally possessed quite decent aptitude.
Someone like Betty Murray, for instance, had been what he passed over...
"Professor."
Like a fish struggling futilely on a chopping board, Emma raised her hand with a complicated expression.
"Metis, do you have a question?"
Professor Medea asked gently.
Emma spoke up. "How many students does Professor McDonald have?"
Professor Medea smiled. "Thirty."
Emma: "..."
Pistan Kellogg raised his hand somewhat frantically. "Wait, Professor, aren't we competing over the accuracy rate of our predictions?"
Professor Medea still wore a radiant smile. "The number of times."
Pistan immediately cried out, "How can we possibly win that?! They have twice as many people!"
The students below instantly erupted into commotion, their expressions changing in unison.
But Professor Medea merely smiled and shook her head. "Divination is not a competition of numbers. Each person must predict different events. What we are comparing is the number of events predicted correctly."
Pistan hurriedly asked, "Can one person predict multiple things?"
Professor Medea nodded. "The main criterion is the number of events predicted correctly. If the same event happens to overlap, it will go to whichever side's prediction was more precise."
"I see." Pistan sat back down, looking relieved.
Then, in the very next instant, he sprang back up like a bouncing ball. "Isn't that