My name is Hart C. It's his copy android, made by Henteco Wizard reincarnator Hart Zenfis.
The main unit won the exemption from attending classes before relocating its base to the lakeside log house and pulling it off. Instead of him, I'm pulling into a room in Professor Tier's research building.
Does that make sense? I get in trouble when people ask me that, but they need to take some form of activity within the school today, and I can't help but think that without Hart Zenfis when something happens, it can be a hassle.
Ma, I can't use magic, so there's a limit to helping Professor Tier, and that's why the Professor hasn't said anything to me in the copy.
The easy pull life hasn't been disturbed so far, so it's not a problem to be eating inebriation in bed like this.
"Is Hart Zenfis here!
Byrne and the door (of the room) were opened, and the voice of a familiar and riddled woman sounded.
"There you are. How long are you going to be asleep? It's time for class to start."
The futon was stripped. The beauty with the monocular glasses was probably Professor Belkham. He sees Professor Tier as a rival, an unfortunate person in a way.
"I am exempt from classes."
"It's a matter of sentiment. Even if you don't have to attend classes, do you have to produce the appropriate results in your research field? You can't waste every minute of your time. In that sense, you have to spare it while you sleep."
I wonder if the main body should sooner or later cry to Professor Tia and make it up properly? Well, I can't say.
"What can I do for you?
"At least ask after you get up. Or just get dressed and come to the conference space right there."
That's a lot of talk from up there. Well, this guy doesn't have a choice because he looks like this.
It's troublesome, but when he replied naggingly, Professor Belkham left the room, even though he frowned dissatisfied.
I got up and took plenty of time to get dressed. Even so, why is that guy here?
With anxiety, I headed to the conference room.
It's scattered all over the floor with books and crap that were on the table. A lot of notebooks had been spread out on its behalf.
Something about a small, difficult formula is surprisingly written.
"Heard that? You can solve the attribute ratio formula at a glance."
"Who would have such a worldly myth?
"Charlotte Zenfis, your sister."
Charles, why?
"No, you can't just look at it and solve it. I think there's been a big misunderstanding."
Nevertheless, pursuing there would just take time. I'm busy. I want to sleep twice, and then I saw the cartoon.
"Do you have the soul nerve to let me calculate and have fun with myself?
This is where unreasonable demands by teachers should be rebuffed from a moral point of view.
"Yes."
Sort of clear. The assertion that it doesn't evil at all and doesn't make you feel a fragment of hesitation is also rife.
"No, no, no, why not? Tyranny!
"As I said earlier, time is precious to those who study it. If it can be drastically reduced, there is no hand in not using it."
"You think I don't care about my precious time?
"You're not gonna take much time, are you? Just enough to think of it as head gymnastics."
Uh, say it. Say it. Are you going to lose?
"Professor Belkham has a lab, doesn't he? Why don't you let the students do it?"
"Of course, I'm making you do it. In order to see if their answers match, it's up to you to come here and ask for them. Oh, you did. I had something to say first."
Professor Belkham lifted something from his feet and placed it on the table. Then it rings softly.
It looks like a heavy bag. A peek out of its mouth is a gold coin......
"Though students, let's pay more than help. Sora!"
Professor Belkham grabbed three gold coins from the bag and showed them here.
"What, not all of it?
"This is still a broken reward, huh? Nooo... So how about this?
Two more pieces, grab the gold. Well, I guess you'd better hang in there as a student opponent's part-time bill.
But there's no way I can make a small calculation.
"I'm sorry, but I'm not good at calculations, so I can't."
"But your sister said, 'I know the moment I see it'... Hmm. Does that mean it's not a formula, it sees the magic power of an operator and instantly breaks through that person's attribute ratio? So..."
I don't know, but I can instantly grasp the attribute and its ratio in the "Mija's Crystal (Modified)" made in the junction.
but it keeps it a secret. So it could have been tricky when they said, 'Bring a subject' or something.
"Well, what happened to Professor Tier?
I'd be outraged if I said I'd work part-time in another lab or something. 'Then help me over here! I can't pay you, though!' Right.
"That guy would have done something suspicious in the lab. I asked for your permission today, but I just got a raw reply."
"Excuse me for a moment, please"
It's times like this that I need you to be useful. I rushed to the lab and opened the door with momentum.
"Professor Tier!
Fly your voice on your little back. I'm doing something across the workbench, and I don't seem to notice this call...
"Hmm. After all, the organs belong to people. There's nothing unusual about it. Even so, it would be difficult to regenerate the wound from the side where it was cut. I don't even see any signs that the magic will dry up."
It smells kind of raw, weird.
I gently closed the door. Return to the conference room with Subi.
"I was doing something suspicious!
"Is that why you said that? There's no way that woman would do anything other than suspicious in the first place."
They said it was like common sense, but I was suspicious, too, right?
If this happens, I'll have to throw it round the main unit. A certain person's face came to my mind when I thought about it.
"Professor Belkham, please don't think you can buy my time for a few gold coins"
"No, ooh... Indeed, to you, the son of a great nobleman, whether it be gold or not..."
"The professor's in trouble, too, though. Looks like you. So what do you think? I'd like you to meet the right person."
I make a deep laugh. So...
"Thanks Hart!
I explained the situation to Illis, who came after a while, and I brokered a part-time job for him. This guy is a part-time student who usually delivers. Gold coins caught me and I replied two times.
"Well, in terms of computational ability, I have no complaints. But don't be silly..."
I put Professor Belkham in smoke and I survived this dilemma.
Trouble was, it didn't go beyond this. Something disturbing was definitely going on at this time...