【1】

Once—

Jessica remembered a lot of things.

She was previously a professor in the Department of Technology and held the position of Associate Dean.

In fact, Uzi hadn't been in charge of the academy since it was built—everything fell to her and the other leaders.

She is a serious person, so for academics, for life, and for others.

In that era, people used to witness her strictness.

- In her opinion, none of those things mattered.

In my memory, there are three students......

......

That afternoon, she walked into the lab, where three students were at the lab table, and piles of literature were opened and placed not far away.

Three students, a dark-haired teenager, a white-haired teenager and a blonde teenage girl.

"Professor Jessica. The blonde girl was the first to notice her arrival, and she smiled at her—the Goldfinch girls seemed to have such qualities, a pleasing face, a smile crooked in the eyebrows, and a voice as crisp as a stream, which shook her even a little, even in her usual calm.

However, it did not show on the face.

"Agatha, you're going to make Professor Jessica think you're not doing your experiments well. The white-haired boy on her side smiled gently at her, and reached out to touch her soft hair as he spoke.

"Rajor, you're taking the professor too seriously!" Agatha was serious, the expression on her face frozen, but she only held it for two seconds, and then immediately broke the attack, smiling sweetly at her.

So there was a hint of doting on her in Lajor's smile.

"Show affection and get out. The black-haired boy with his head bowed on the side slowly raised his head, revealing a cool expression.

"You can't, Wells—"

......

"There's so much to say, how are your experiments. Seeing this, Jessica said with a cold expression and a hint of reproach in her tone—but she hadn't interrupted what they had said, and it was already evident.

"It's all right, with Agatha's help, the data is processed very quickly. Rajol, who had been a teenager, was no different from other teenagers, and replied as he handed Jessica what he had put in order.

Jessica glanced at them—even Wells, who had a look on his face that could be called "pure."

Just like a lot of people.

But they are much more satisfying to her than other "children".

......

"It's good, but it's not enough to get the data here. Don't forget your goals. Jessica was indeed satisfied with the finish, but she subconsciously didn't want them to be too "proud".

"Yes, we've got a new idea, Wells revised his theory again last night, saying I'll show you when it's written. Lajor replied solemnly.

After all, their goal is to get rid of the Dark Shadow Clan completely.

Get rid of the hidden dangers in those continents.

Oddly enough, Jessica is not a "utopian", but believes they can do it.

"Wells – instead of tinkering with unfounded theories yourself, read two more books. Jessica glanced at Wells.

Wells was silent, then nodded reluctantly.

"Haha, I'll just say, Wells—you've got to write well, or Agatha and I will look down on you. Lajor couldn't help but laugh.

Wells glared at him.

"What do you mean 'me and Agatha', how can I be so tasteless as you!" Agatha retorted, smiling brightly, "Wells is very good—I'm sure it will work." ”

- It will indeed work.

Little did they know at the time that this theory, which was even slightly denied by Jessica, made a genius.

It was that theory that made Wells the first miracle Santa Fes.

......

"Who's out there?" Jessica listened to them, suddenly sensing something, and raised an eyebrow, looking at the door—the door opened a crack, and a figure dangled outside.

"Overheard?" Wells said subconsciously, frowning.

"I'll take a look. Agatha waved her hand.

But he was stopped by Lajor, he said, and strode forward: "I'll go." ”

When Lajor slammed the door open, she found that it was a little girl—she was startled by the sudden opening of the door, and only took a few steps back after being stunned.

The girl, like Agatha, had blonde hair, but her eyes were dull, and when they landed on them, she was a little evasive, and her immature face was not good-looking.

"Syris, why are you here?" Agatha reacted immediately, and walked forward quickly, "Is something wrong?"

Jessica remembers that it was the first time she had met the girl named "Sirise".

Impressions? No impressions.

All the feelings arise when recalling these things.

At the time, she only knew that she was Agatha's sister - if she had any emotions about it, she was probably a little surprised.

Agatha is such a lively and cheerful, pleasant-looking girl, and has such a sister.

"I didn't ...... It's okay. Celis whispered a few words and turned away.

"Hey, is she alright?"

"I'm going to ask, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to bother you guys. Agatha watched Cyrite walk away, frowned slightly, obviously uneasy, turned to explain to her friend, and chased after her.

"It's really troublesome. Wells said.

——

That girl, Ben didn't leave any trace in Jessica's heart.

Until the second miracle Santa Fes appeared, the news appeared.

Celis Santa Fes, the Goldfinch girl, became the second miracle Santa Fes after Wells.

Jessica remembers that it was the first time since the disaster that she felt surprised and trance-like.

Later, she found out a lot about her.

- mean, cold, impersonal, harsh, with unshakable strength, firm and lonely.

This description has a "similarity" that makes her panic.

【2】

"The year I became a miracle Santa Fes, I heard — there were some remarks made. In the office, Goldfinch looked at Jessica quietly.

No one knew what had just happened except for them.

And the Plantageng couldn't understand how many memories were coming to Jessica's mind;

Jessica didn't know why the Plantagenet had suddenly calculated this account.

“...... I did mention a few. Jessica doesn't deny it.

"It's your style. Goldfinch took two steps back, "I used to hear my sister say that you are a strict person and seek truth from facts. ”

Jessica's expression was unpredictable.

"So, you're like that—"

"Cialis, what the hell do you want to do?" Jessica's eyes sharpened.

"I'm not afraid of death. Goldfinch sneered, "Don't look at me like this, I'm not my sister, I respect you and praise you, and in the end, I can't see your selfish thoughts until I die." ”

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