All materials and such had to start over again. If one had to say it... hmm, Asher still felt a tiny bit of pain in his heart. Only directed at the waste of those materials and resources for the team.
Luckily, most of the time, what was wasted wasn't those rare and precious resources. After all, the steps to make nutrient fluid started from auxiliary materials.
It was only in the later steps that the main materials were used.
Up till now, Asher had really only wasted half a portion of main materials.
'Still okay, still okay.'
All within the range Asher could accept.
"It was my choice to use this method for training, so for the situations that might arise, I naturally had some expectations," Asher smiled and said.
Was this scene something he hadn't expected at all? Not exactly.
Asher had thought of it. He had thought of it very early on.
Yet Asher still chose to do it this way. To Asher, this really was a rare and good training opportunity.
If it were purely just training finesse and control over ability, there were other, less wasteful, less nerve-wracking methods.
Why didn't Asher choose those? Of course because this method had better results.
Asher didn't even do drills, he went straight to hands-on practice.
Materials wasted were truly wasted.
Little Raven, Cat-Worm, Little White Snake, and Little Jellyfish, maybe they didn't know how much money Asher had to spend to get these materials and resources.
But they could feel the abundant energy within. They would feel heartache too.
Training with nerves taut, versus training knowing there was a margin for error, could the final effects be the same?
There was also the factor of Asher not having enough time.
If he had a year or so, maybe Asher wouldn't have thought this way.
Wasn't it just that time was too tight right now.
Asher couldn't take it slow. He had to go hard.
But Cat-Worm, Little White Snake, and Little Jellyfish, they had no idea of Asher's thoughts.
And so they successfully stepped into the "trap" Asher had set for them.
Only Little Raven, because it was Asher's initial contracted pet beast, it had one or two extra bits of understanding of Asher, more or less guessed a little bit of Asher's thoughts.
Not much, but even if it guessed, so what?
Asher was being serious. Could Little Raven slack off?
Looking at the few pet beasts working diligently and painstakingly, Asher couldn't help but reveal a faint smile.
'Good! Looks like I really didn't go wrong with this move. The effect really looks excellent.'
Little Raven: ಠ_ಠ
———
A whole month had already passed. The freshmen of Bluewind University had all finished military training and started normal campus life.
However, the public class from a month ago was still, at all times and places, being discussed by people.
No helping it. The effect seen with one's own eyes was just too shocking.
Anyone who had seen it, couldn't easily forget.
Let alone...
"Connor, how's it going?", Connor had just walked out of the dormitory when someone behind him heavily patted his shoulder, very warmly greeting him.
Connor McNauget, that freshman from the Pet Beast Evolution Research Department who, due to various twists and turns, was chosen by Asher as the lucky one.
After Asher's public class ended, he also became a semi-public figure quite famous in the school this year.
No matter who it was. Teachers, classmates, seniors, senior sisters. Even those from outside schools. There was no one who didn't know Connor.
Not for anything else, just to see when Connor's Fox-Fox could successfully evolve into a Little Moon Fox.
Was the evolution route Asher mentioned for Fox-Fox actually real?
"Soon!", Connor was already very practiced at dealing with this kind of treatment.
What? Being looked at was no big deal. If Connor had to name something he found hard to get used to... it was just that he felt a little embarrassed.
After chatting briefly with that student, Connor looked at Charlie beside him and let out a long sigh.
"This situation... it's like I'm some famous person in the school," As he spoke, Connor's expression looked a little strange.
"I'm not a genius like Professor Asher. Not even as good as this year's genius freshman Amber, yet I'm getting this kind of treatment...", Connor stopped. Couldn't continue speaking.
If Connor had to say, he really felt a bit embarrassed.
Charlie patted Connor's shoulder and sincerely said, "You really don't need to feel embarrassed, seriously."
"If it were anyone else getting this kind of treatment, hmm... hard to say, really hard to say," Charlie shook his head.
If it were before, especially a month ago, after seeing Connor get this lucky break, Charlie still felt a faint, indescribable envy.
But after Asher's public class ended, after Connor became a well-known campus figure, that faint envy in Charlie disappeared completely.
After seeing how Connor had, over the past month, received "attention" from all directions at school, Charlie even started to feel lucky.
Good thing it wasn't him back then. Otherwise he'd really go insane now.
Those people said it was concern. But how many of them were truly concerned? Not none.
It couldn't be denied that a large part of them were driven by academic interest and curiosity, wanting to see the results.
But even more unavoidable were those ill-intentioned folks, just waiting to watch the drama.
Being watched with this kind of high intensity, was extremely, extraordinarily, agonizing for an "I-type" person.
Charlie wasn't a standard I-type. But he wasn't that much of an E either. More like somewhere in between.
From Charlie's perspective, if he became famous due to his own ability and strength, he guaranteed he'd be E, very E.
The type that, if anyone didn't know about his ability and achievements, he'd shove it in their face.
But if it was fame from something like this... sorry. I-mode kicked in.
He still hoped to appear a bit more low-key.
By comparison, the stress tolerance Connor showed, or rather, his dullness, was completely beyond Charlie's expectations.
If it were Charlie... he figured he couldn't last even two days before asking for leave to go home.
Until Fox-Fox actually evolved, maybe then he'd end the leave.
Looking at Connor, Charlie couldn't help but give him a big thumbs up.
Connor: "???"
Connor was completely confused.
He looked at Charlie with deep confusion.
'What the—'
'What's going on with this bro?'
'Why does it feel like he's acting totally different from usual.'
"...Did your brain get hit today or something?", Connor cautiously asked.
Immediately getting Connor's meaning, Charlie went silent.
Then rolled his eyes hard at Connor, 'Worried for nothing.'
"Let's not talk about this," Charlie felt those random jumbled thoughts of his weren't worth saying out loud.
Definitely not because he didn't want to describe that emotional rollercoaster from envy to jealousy to relief, "But seriously, Fox-Fox's evolution should happen in these next couple days, right?"
Charlie had also noticed that the number of people greeting Connor these past two days had increased.
Connor nodded, "Didn't I already say it? Soon, soon! I'm not just messing around with people."
"It really is soon," As he spoke, Connor's face showed a slightly excited expression, "Right now I'm just waiting for Fox-Fox to evolve into Little Moon Fox, so I can take Little Moon Fox to go find Professor Asher."
"Maybe... hehehe!", By the end, Connor couldn't hold back and let out a rather pervy creepy laugh.
Charlie: "..."
Being able to understand Connor's feelings was one thing. But that didn't stop him from thinking Connor looked a little perverted.
"What do you mean perverted," Faced with Charlie's strange glances, Connor's expression looked totally righteous.
What? Guilty conscience? Absolutely doesn't exist.
"The evolution path of Little Moon Fox was specially researched by Professor Asher."
"Maybe when Professor Asher sees the successfully evolved Little Moon Fox, he might feel a trace of pity in his heart, and in a good mood, help me casually plan out Little Moon Fox's cultivation method."
"Ahem!"
"One must have dreams as a human," As he spoke, Connor's voice also grew smaller.
Alright, it is indeed true that one must have dreams as a person. But one can't purely fantasize.
After saying all this, what he imagined was really a little bit too much.
Connor awkwardly rubbed the tip of his nose.
Wasn't this just... because the previous good luck made him a bit floaty in mood.
Now he had truly calmed down in the real sense, and would absolutely not go on like that anymore.
Taking a deep breath, Connor reached back and touched the tiny Fox Fox standing on his shoulder, and his mood gradually calmed down.
Although, however, it's true that he had some adventures and luck. But that didn't mean he could really reach Professor Asher's level in the future.
The revolution has not yet succeeded.
He still needed to work hard.
"Alright," Hearing that Connor was about to say increasingly outrageous things, Charlie patted Connor's shoulder, "Don't think too much for now."
"This morning is Teacher Iris' class, if we're late...", Charlie stopped mid-sentence and gave Connor a meaningful glance.
Connor was startled all over, 'Damn! Teacher Iris's class? Absolutely cannot be late.'
Stepping on the bell ringing at 8 a.m., the two finally rushed into the classroom.
Iris held the lesson plan in her hand, stepping on high heels, producing clear "tap tap tap" sounds as they struck the ground.
Precisely a moment before the bell rang, she walked into the classroom.
Yes, professor Iris, Teacher Iris, the eternal golden brand of Bluewind University. Once the youngest level-three researcher in Radiant City, Iris was undoubtedly the most famous symbol of Bluewind University.
Although later, Asher emerged and fiercely stole Iris's spotlight, becoming another golden brand of Bluewind University.
However... Asher's unconventional style and dragon-like elusive presence in the school made it very hard for students to reach him.
Therefore, the Pet Evolution Research Department of Bluewind University still had its public-facing golden brand resting on Iris's shoulders.
Putting the book in her hand on the desk, Iris also let out a long sigh.
"Sigh!"
"Having to give you all a class so early in the morning, I'm feeling a little tired mentally too," Iris's teaching style had never been the serious kind, always carrying a relaxed smile.
The students below also got along well with Iris. That is, under the premise they hadn't yet seen Iris's devil-teacher side.
"Dammit!"
"That guy Asher really has it too good."
Iris complained as she flicked a hand through her long hair, "It's gotten to the point where I kind of want to hold a public lecture, and then just go back to doing research."
She was a Pet Evolution Research professor. Someone who did academic research. And in the past two years, she hadn't even produced anything particularly eye-catching.
If it weren't for the previously developed evolution path of the Fairy Butterfly... sigh!
Once again, Iris thought of Asher.
Before Asher went into seclusion. It was her who always complained that President Robb had to clean up after Asher.
And after Asher really went into seclusion, it was still her who couldn't stop thinking about Asher.
If Iris had to say it, her own feelings were also somewhat indescribably complicated. Especially when it came to dealing with Asher.
"Wow!", When the students heard the name Asher, they couldn't help but let out a burst of exclamations.
Still the same phrase.
Those who hadn't yet experienced Iris's triple combo of assessments, papers, and GPA didn't realize the terror of the woman before them.
They all thought Iris was especially easy to talk to. Especially compared to other teachers.
So when chatting with Iris, they looked more relaxed and dared to ask about anything.
"Teacher Iris, Professor Asher was also your student, right?"
"Teacher Iris, Teacher Iris, among all of us here, is there anyone whose talent can be even slightly comparable to Professor Asher?"
"I just want to know, Teacher Iris, can you get Professor Asher to give us a lecture?"
As the last person finished speaking, everyone else fell silent. Then nodded repeatedly.
Iris looked at these lively students and couldn't help but let out a light chuckle.
"Hmph!"
'Want to attend Asher's class?'
'Tsk! tsk! Too bad, you enrolled two years too late.'
Iris hadn't forgotten how she used to squeeze... ahem, no, how she used to train Asher.
Making Asher substitute teach for her, unlike the students currently below the podium.
When Asher was substitute teaching, there were quite a few people with opinions.
How long had it been?
The students from different cohorts had changed their attitudes toward Asher a bit too fast.
Although it was understandable. Still, when Iris thought about it, she couldn't help but feel a bit of an urge to sigh deeply.
"Want to attend Asher's class?", Iris looked at those students staring eagerly at her like hungry geese waiting to be fed.
═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═❀═
patreon.com/AmbitiousTranslator
🥳Joining Patreon keeps me motivated and eager to work diligently, so please consider joining.🥰 You can access upto 20 advance chapter through Patreon.
https://discord.gg/bYAfGyp98y