Chapter 215

Chapter 215: The Secret Scroll of Emanas

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Chapter 215: The Secret Scroll of Emanas

Inside the central school building, in the brown rock hall on the third floor, was the club activity room.

The light rain tapped softly on the windowsill, wetting the gray stone surface until it turned dark brown.

After hearing the sound of the rain, Lolan Hill got up and walked to the window, closing the glass window. The fine raindrops fell on the glass, connecting into beads of water that then flowed down. Occasionally, distant thunder rumbled, but instead of being frightening, it brought a sense of tranquility and peace.

Unbeknownst to them, two weeks had passed since the club’s establishment. Everyone had gradually become accustomed to gathering here whenever they were free.

There were no classes in the afternoon, so a few girls were in the activity room. Yeling was dozing off with a pillow on the sofa, while Kalvra was sitting at the long table, writing something. She would sometimes stop to think. Lolan Hill was organizing and categorizing things at her own desk by the wall, with various books neatly arranged on the bookshelf beside her.

In the kitchen on one side, there were occasional soft popping sounds of burning wood. Bumansa was cutting green melons and baking pastries inside. Her knife moved slowly, the sound of each cut seeming to follow a musical rhythm, as she didn’t need to rush. The process of cutting made her feel a subtle joy.

She peeled away the patterned outer skin, revealing fresh fruit flesh like jade. The parts close to the skin were darker, while the inner parts were lighter. Removing the orange seeds, rinsing them with water, and finally slicing them into small pieces the thickness of a finger, she neatly arranged them on a plate.

“Cut the fruits, does anyone want to eat?”

Bumansa carried the plate out, her gentle voice echoing in the activity room.

Yeling was still sleeping, and Kalvra looked up, thanked her.

Placing the plate on the long table, Bumansa walked behind Lolan Hill, watching her write various matters earnestly. She tried to explain some methods and reasons in simple and understandable ways.

“Is this what Lolan summarized for everyone?”

“Yeah, almost done, I’ll give everyone a copy. Teaching someone how to fish is better than giving them a fish,” Lolan Hill said, quoting an Eastern proverb.

These days, she constantly recalled her high school experiences, trying and reproducing some methods, comparing them to see if they were effective.

“Systematic organization, memory curves, review and reflection.”

“I never realized there were so many nuances in learning,” Bumansa sighed slightly. Previously, she hadn’t thought much about it. Whatever the teacher taught, she followed along. But even so, she could still get top marks in class.

“Lolan must be someone who can learn just by looking once. I rarely see you spending much time on your studies, mostly completing everything in class.”

“But why are you so proficient in these clumsy learning methods and techniques? And you’ve detailed them so thoroughly, even specifying what to do every minute,” Bumansa asked curiously.

Lolan Hill put down her pen and looked out the window beside the table.

“I wasn’t always this smart either,” she reminisced.

“There were hard times too.” Yes, high school was a period when life felt most fulfilling. After more than thirty years of intense competition, the secondary education system was truly a miracle.

Every year brought new innovations, constant summaries, and improvements. Every month, even every day, teachers, parents, and schools pondered what else could be done to improve student performance.

If one school achieved remarkable results, others would immediately imitate them. Schools like Gang Secret Scroll, Shui Middle School, and Factory Middle School became models and inspirations. Any method proven effective, no matter how strange or strict, would be adopted immediately.

Though this process was not perfect and somewhat unpleasant, it was undeniable that during the knowledge education phase, the country truly surpassed the world, greatly improving overall scientific literacy.

As long as students kept up, they would reach their peak in senior year, knowing astronomy, celestial movements, geography, global trends, ancient and modern history, literature, arithmetic, mechanics, biology, and more. Such a peak student could instantly become a polymath in ancient times, pushing historical progress rapidly if given a few years to practice.

Unfortunately, such talents could be corrupted by a smartphone and two to three months of distraction.

Although the examination-oriented education had its downsides, it also had valuable strengths. These advanced learning and teaching philosophies would benefit many people throughout their lives.

But it was not the same era and environment, so direct replication was impossible. Lolan Hill had been practicing and improving these methods.

Though they were basic habits and techniques, after decades of countless students’ practice, they proved effective. Compared to the rudimentary learning methods in the Ivar World, it was like the difference between a cannon and a slingshot.

Nowadays, few children could attend school, and information was closed off, lacking exchange. Many teachers didn’t know how to teach effectively, lecturing casually. Students’ innate abilities varied, leading to different levels of understanding, making it easy to deviate.

Through observation, Lolan Hill found that most people still relied on rote memorization without focus. Lack of emphasis meant everything was emphasized, leading to poor summarization and organization, easily forgotten.

Fortunately, those who entered Emanas were all intelligent. Even with this approach, they learned well. Seeing some teaching methods, Lolan Hill regained confidence. With the advanced learning and education concepts in her memory, becoming a respected sage seemed achievable.

Today’s summary was nearly complete; next came practice. Who should she practice with? Her gaze shifted to her companions in the room, already having a plan.

Emanas Secret Scroll 1.0 version, activated!

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In the following period, Lolan Hill transformed into a gold medal tutor, guiding her clubmates and roommates through a painful yet blissful journey to becoming scholars. The Emanas Secret Scroll evolved from version 1.0 to 1.1, 1.2, 1.5, and eventually reached version 2.7 two months later, before welcoming the new 3.0 version.

“Wah, Lolan, let me go, I want to eat cotton candy, I want to ride a zebra by the riverside,” Yeling cried, trying to run out of the club activity room but was pulled back by Lolan Hill, who slammed the door shut.

“What are you saying, little sister,” Lolan Hill pushed her glasses up, a cold gleam flashing.

“Look at this line on the slate, read it out loud.”

“Just keep studying until you die, wah wah wah…”

Why, why was this happening? Yeling couldn’t understand. For the first time, she had friends she liked and a comfortable place to sleep. Two joys overlapping should have brought a dreamlike happiness. Yet, why did it turn out this way?

Lolan had become terrifying, like a demon possessing her. She was no longer herself. As a world-saving hero, Yeling had to spread this message to prevent disaster and protect the world.

Seeing Yeling’s teary-eyed appearance, Lolan Hill rubbed her chin, recalling that she wasn’t overly strict. Pulin had studied well enough before, and the clumsy him had persisted for over three months. Why couldn’t this person?

Remembering that this level was less than half of her high school experience, Lolan felt puzzled.

The others in the room, Nia, Kalvra, and Alena, were all silent, holding their breath. Only Bumansa smiled and brought out some snacks from the kitchen, suggesting a break.

“That’s enough for now, Little Lolan. It’s been two months, and everyone has made significant progress. Let’s take a break,” Bumansa suggested quietly. The others ate the snacks, ears perked up, listening closely.

“Fine, let’s call it a day today. Everyone, take a good rest,” Lolan Hill reluctantly put down her teaching stick.

“Yes!” The others hugged and cheered, barely holding back tears. Having such a teacher guiding them was both fulfilling and painful.

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