My Scientific Love (PUBLISHED BOOK UNDER HOWLING WOLF'S)

MSL #6

Robots

"I got perfect scores on exams A and B. I just hate that I only got 99 on exam C."

There are three categories. If you score high in each category, you can move on to the third semester.

"Ninety-nine?" I studied hard, yet I made one mistake. This feels like a big joke to me.

"Stop pressuring yourself, Camael." I hope I can stop this strange frustration. I'm really mad at myself because I know I could have aced that test. Why did I make one mistake?

I want to advance to the next semester so I can finish my first year of college and go home peacefully. I don't want to stay on this island anymore because it feels strange to me.

This is how education flows here. You have two years to complete four semesters. Each semester lasts six months. You need to pass all semesters because even if you're in the fourth semester and fail one test, you have no choice but to go back to the first semester.

So, you only have two years here to really hone your study skills. You will really strive to study hard because you don't want to waste the opportunity and years just to finish college.

If you're a slacker or have no dreams in life, you won't fit into this type of education. But if you want to change and make everything easier, you can do it here, but you need triple the effort and patience because studying in this university is mind-boggling.

It's annoying to think about, but there's also a good effect from this training island. Your studies will be easier so you can finish college quickly and work, but that's only if you're willing to work hard every day reading books because you never know when your exam in the room you have to pass will be.

As the months pass studying here, I understand why others don't want to talk to me. They probably don't want to partner with anyone because they're here to study seriously, not to make friends or attend a party.

That's why they don't want to talk because almost all the students here are focused on their books. You'll rarely see a student who doesn't carry at least ten books every day. Every bench you see is full of students studying.

You'll only see them without a book during our break time, but our break time turns into review time because instead of peacefully eating, we're answering homework or memorizing for an oral recitation that's as long as a whole manila paper.

"You're still smart," Ponus tried to reassure me, but I wasn't in the mood to believe. It might sound shallow, but I'm annoyed that I didn't get a perfect score. After several nights of staying up?

I locked myself in my room trying to sleep. When I finally fell asleep, I couldn't help but dream of Mom and Dad in a room all white and screaming repeatedly. I woke up abruptly, clutching my chest. I washed my face and was about to stand up when I heard a voice.

"Your grades won't define who you are in the future. Not a single piece of paper."

I jumped when I saw Simon standing in front of me. He was just staring at me. His stare was sharp. I furrowed my brow. What's wrong with this guy just suddenly entering my room without my permission? I know that only my fingerprint can open my door.

He's holding a circular metallic ball. He pressed a button. It revealed a lot of chocolates. My favorite chocolate bars. I quickly took one and tasted it.

"Thanks. How did you get here?" I grabbed the chocolates from his hands. I stood up from my bed, took my hairbrush, and sat in front of the mirror.

"I have ways. Tunnels or bombs can do it alone." Did he just? Oh, God. Please, don't tell me.