The Queen of Scrolls never admits defeat

Chapter 201 Math Lesson

As soon as Ms. Amisha entered the classroom, she placed a black board on the podium.

The other little witches didn't know what it was, but Moran knew perfectly well that it was a blackboard.

Classes elsewhere in Valen might have something similar, but the Witch Academy doesn't.

The witch's class was basically self-study, with many reading sessions during the lectures, so there was virtually no need for blackboard writing, and naturally there was no blackboard in the classroom.

After setting up the blackboard, Ms. Amisa placed a large water glass on the podium.

It wasn't a crystal wine glass, but a water glass, and it didn't contain wine, but rather steaming hot herbal tea.

"Are those Dewdrops floating in there?" Sylph asked Moran uncertainly.

“Yes,” Moran said.

"What is Qinglu Flower?" Vasida asked.

"Clear Dew Flower, a low-level magical plant, is an ingredient for making cough-relieving potions. It has the effect of moisturizing the throat, clearing the throat, and protecting the voice."

"The blue-robed Lady Amisa doesn't like drinking but prefers health and wellness?" Vasita said incredulously, "Each Dean's clone has their own hobbies?"

A top-tier witch cannot catch a cold; even if she does, a single potion will cure her instantly.

It's only possible that Ms. Amisa herself wanted to drink this stuff.

The woman in the black robe, Amisa, usually drinks alcohol, and she never wears the same set of drinking utensils twice.

I only drink black tea when I eat small cakes.

“The Dean’s clones must all enjoy drinking,” Moran said.

Every time she checked the sales records of the card shop, there was a large order for alcoholic beverages from Ms. Amisha.

With so much alcohol and such frequent purchases, it's definitely not something a single Ms. Amisha could possibly finish.

Just as Ms. Amisha finished brewing the tea, the college bell rang; it was nine o'clock.

She cleared her throat: "This math class is based on the mathematical knowledge of Blue Star that Moran brought. It's a course to help everyone improve their calculation skills, and I hope it will attract everyone's attention."

Now let's begin class...

Seeing that Ms. Amisha had been talking for more than ten minutes without stopping to let them read the book on their own, and while she was talking, she was also writing on the blackboard with a pen, filling half of the blackboard, the little witches finally understood why Ms. Amisha had brought throat-soothing tea this time.

Will this conversation continue indefinitely?
Having finally finished explaining a complete point of knowledge, Amisha asked the little witches, "Did you understand?"

"We understand," the little witches nodded in unison.

Morandi was very pleased. See? She told me it wasn't difficult! The textbook is really well-written and basic.

"Then let's do a few exercises on page 2 of the textbook!" Amisha finally got a chance to drink some water.

The dean of the math department!
The little witches buried themselves in answering questions.

They answered very quickly, and when Ms. Amisa gave the answers, the results were good; there were basically no mistakes.

There were only a few addition problems within ten, which could be solved by simply counting.

Ms. Amisa then continued her story.

While the little witches listened to the lesson, Moran focused all her attention on them.

They are clearly keeping up, and they are doing well on the in-class exercises.

She was relieved; the witch's math skills were saved!
After a three-hour math class, the little witches all breathed a sigh of relief.

This class is unlike any of the theoretical classes I've taken before.

Even though I didn't think the difficulty level was too high, and I could understand everything, the three-hour class felt like I'd taken three days of exams in a row. My brain was tired, and I was hungry.
They kept a close eye on Ms. Amisa, ready to rush out of the classroom and fly back to their dormitories to lie down as soon as she left.

They only listened to the workbook assignments that had just been given, and had no desire to look at them at all.

Anyway, it's not due until next Wednesday, so there's no rush. It won't be done until the weekend at the very least!
As Ms. Amisa put away her teacup, Moran suddenly stood up and rushed to the podium: "Dean! I won't be coming to the next math class."

"Hmm." Amisha nodded; she was just about to ask her why she came to class today!

Strictly speaking, in mathematics, she was still Moran's student!
When I was studying these math textbooks, I asked her for help several times.

When this course was first offered, it was agreed that she could skip it.

The little witches who were in a hurry to finish class: ⊙︿⊙

Not surprising at all, really not surprising.

They all saw the name "Mo Lan" in the editor's column on the title page of "Basic Mathematics".

But that doesn't stop them from envying.

Ms. Amisha finally left, but the little witches suddenly lost interest in the upcoming afternoon nap, and their joy at not having to attend math class for the next seven days was diminished.

What's a short lunch break? What's seven days without math class?
That little witch will never have to go to math class again!

That's a brain-taxing math class that'll exhaust even a witch!

Moran created a new course that "benefited" all the little witches, while she herself gained free time every Wednesday morning.

"Why does it taste so sour?" Vasita sniffed. "Nobody eats breadfruit anyway!"

When she saw Moran, she understood.

The human-shaped breadfruit is here!
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Moran met the little witches' gazes, rubbed her arms, and had an urge to run away from the classroom immediately.

The little witches: "Thank you! You've been so helpful in math class."

Moran ignored the oddity and waved his hand with a smile: "No, no! I only provided one teaching material; it's all thanks to Ms. Amisha!"

"If you don't attend math class, will you still have to take math tests? If you don't, you'll lose more than ten magic coins a year!" Vasita said, "Why don't you attend some classes?"

Moran shook her head: "It's okay to take less. This year's coursework is heavy, and I have even less free time. I'll use the time during math class to look at picture books. Time is more important than gold coins!"

The key is the clan's vision and planning for the future of the {energy storage card}, so she won't be short of a few magic coins in the future.

"The course load is heavy? Where is it heavy?" Ais asked, puzzled. "There are only a few compulsory courses. The class time seems long, but since we ride brooms to and from school now, we have a lot more free time in the morning and evening!"

“An elective course!” Moran said.

Ais was even more confused: "Elective classes are only one hour long, and Common Language is enough. As for the others, it's optional... Wait, you don't mean you want to learn them all, do you?"

Moran nodded: "Not only do I want to learn, but Vasita and Sylph also want to learn!"

Vasita and Sylph: "???"

How come they didn't know they were going to take all the elective courses?
The little witches stared at the three of them in astonishment: "No wonder they're witches!"

Well, suddenly I realized that it wouldn't matter if Moran missed one math class.

The math classes were reduced, but elective courses made up for it.

My mindset has become peaceful.

Looking at Vasita and Sylph, who have to take both math classes and all elective courses, I feel much more at ease.

There are many things to do during the holiday, so I have limited time to write. There will only be one chapter today, so please don't wait.