"Professor Crick barely communicates with people, so the only thing about him is his personality and the death of their mother. In all these years, nothing else really happened to him. After Wood's question, Pip also felt that after all these years, Professor Crick was like air. He hardly had anything else to do other than his usual classes.

Truth be told, Wood didn't know much more from Pip than he had heard from Surie. Seeing that it was getting late, Wood was worried that Professor Crick would take a break, so he hurriedly said a few words to Pip and left.

Pip couldn't help but sigh as he watched Wood walk into the night, going in the same direction where Professor Crick lived. Having said that, Pip actually thinks Creek listens pitifully.

He is like this now, perhaps because he saw his beloved mother leave him back then, and he couldn't accept this reality, so he is what he is now. It would be great if there was someone to bring him back to life.

But could that man be Wood?

Pip didn't know, just silently cheered for Wood in his heart.

I don't know if the place where Professor Crick lives was specially arranged by Brooke, but it was extremely warm. This warmth does not refer to the air around it, but to everything that is furnished or laid out here.

Although these things are also some common furniture, after the special position treatment, it actually gives people a feeling of coming home. Wood believed that according to Professor Crick's character, he would definitely not have done these things with his heart, and it must have been President Brooke.

It seems that Principal Brooke has also worked Professor Crick, and he is really a cute and loving old man.

Well, but it was better not for the old man to hear such words, and Wood found that Headmaster Brooke, despite his age, did not like people to say that he was old.

For a ten-year-old child, no matter how mature he is, he can't understand this senseless idea.

I don't know if I knew that no one would come to visit me so uninterestingly, so when Wood came to Professor Crick's house, he found that the door was open.

"Hello, Professor Crick, I'm Wood. Although he hadn't seen Professor Crick yet, Wood felt that he should introduce himself first, lest he come too abruptly and upset Professor Crick.

However, Wood stood at the door and waited for a while, but no one came out, and no one responded to his voice.

"Professor Crick, I'm Wood, are you there?" Wood raised his voice a bit, thinking he hadn't heard.

But after a long time, there was still no response to Wood's voice and people appeared.

Strangely, the door to the room was open, and the light was shining inside, not like it had rested. So Wood tried to speak out loud again, and then, at last, he heard a small sound coming from upstairs.

I saw Professor Crick appear unkempt in front of Wood, and when I saw Professor Crick's appearance, Wood had thought about it before he came, but at this time he had forgotten all about it.

"Professor Crick, am I here at the wrong time?" Wood carefully observed Professor Crick's facial expression to see if he had come in a really abrupt manner.

"Wood, it's so late, is there anything important that you came to me?" Professor Crick's tone was calm, and a stone in Wood's heart finally landed. Luckily, he didn't look angry.

"That's right, I've been having trouble sleeping lately, I've been having insomnia all the time. I heard that you have some potions here that can cure insomnia, I wonder if there are any of them now?" Wood asked tentatively, these words were told by Professor Maks.

Hearing Wood's words, Professor Crick did not answer, but looked at Wood quietly, which made Wood a little unnatural.

"Come in and say, I don't have anything here, you can just sit down. Professor Crick said calmly that he seemed to be in good shape, but this image was very incompatible with his usual meticulousness.

Sure enough, as Pip said before, he will try to maintain a good impression in front of his students. But Wood didn't expect that Professor Creek in private would be such a style, but it was a unique fight with Mann.

"I don't have the potion you mentioned here. After a long time, it occurred to Professor Crick that Wood was still waiting for his answer.

Hearing Professor Crick's words, Wood felt a pang of loss in his heart.

"However, if you're not in a hurry, I can do it for you, and it's not very troublesome. Before Wood's look of disappointment could fall on his face, Professor Crick added.

"Is that really possible, won't this bother you too much?" Wood was pleasantly surprised to hear Professor Crick's words. When Wood heard Professor Crick say no emotionlessly, Wood felt that his hopes were completely dashed. Because Wood would never have thought that Professor Crick could make such a potion for himself.

"I said it, it's not very troublesome, it's just that you may need to wait here for me for a while. Professor Crick spoke politely, not wanting to say what Suri and Pip said.

"I'll go back and I'll be fine, I can't sleep anyway, I'll just read here for a while. Wood said.

"Well, you can read the books here casually, and if this is not enough, I have some books upstairs, maybe you will be interested. Professor Crick said.

Wood was only familiar with Professor Crick in class, and he still didn't know anything about him in private. But as far as Wood is concerned, Professor Crick in private should be easier to contact.

"Thanks, I'll go up and get it myself if I need it. Wood said it was a pleasure to see Professor Crick at a loss. I can't imagine that Professor Crick also has times when he is overwhelmed.

Seeing that Wood had really picked up a book and read it very carefully, Professor Crick turned to leave. The place where he was going to do the experiment was on the second floor, where he had just come down.

Hearing Professor Crick's voice go up to the second floor, Wood put down the book, and then took the trouble to observe where Crick lived. It's not that there's nothing here, as Professor Crick just said, maybe Professor Crick wasn't referring to the furnishings here.