Chapter 55 – Awards
The trip ended safely.
Share love, tell each other’s stories.
And lick each other’s wounds.
What I did on this trip is probably those things.
And perhaps most importantly, she was now able to walk her own path, free from the past.
I am still immature like a child who has just started
If you walk with someone who can walk with you next to you, maybe you can walk slowly but steadily.
There was a time when I thought so too.
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I decided to temporarily take a break from tutoring the following week, as if travel and pleasure were separate things.
Now, the academy also had no meaning, and the second semester was more of a formality.
So, during the time we met, the proportion of dating in the tutoring was gradually increasing.
There will be people who will ask what happened to you to take responsibility for the college entrance examination,
That’s what she said when she first took her on.
Given her level now, there was a good chance she would do well on her own.
All I could do now was prun the twigs from the side.
It was the moment I was resting at home like that.
Isn’t there a class on a weekday?
In the 2nd semester of the 4th year, there are no classes a week.
Of course, most of it was because I listened to it when I was crazy.
I was lying on the bed and lying in a daze without thinking.
It wasn’t long before I realized that lying down without thinking was surprisingly good.
My own time to get away from countless thoughts.
At this time, I was able to live comfortably without any worries or worries.
However, the break was quickly ended by some saboteur.
Someone knocked on the door.
There was nothing to come, but I didn’t want to go out, so I just left it in front of the door and shouted to go.
Even after hearing that, the visitor knocked on the door.
I think something similar has happened before.
With that thought in mind, I moved my tired body towards the door.
When I opened the door, there was a couple of men and women standing there.
The attire was extremely neat, coming from an academic place.
“Are you Mr. Edward Weiss?”
“That’s right.”
“Late introduction. Terrion Werner from the Academy.”
“My name is Liv Annayes.”
“So what?”
I tried to hide it as much as possible in my voice, but the irritation came out.
Is it because it interrupts your rest?
“It’s nothing different, I visited about the award.”
I know what the Academy does.
It was a place where the most outstanding research of the year was selected and awarded.
It is safe to say that if you win, your name will remain in the academic world for the rest of your life.
That is why passionate graduate students always aim for awards and dedicate their lives to the path of research.
Although the reality was that most of them disappeared without even leaving a name.
“I know what you’re doing. But why am I?”
In many ways, the academy was not a place related to me.
First of all, I did not submit a separate thesis to the Academy.
The principle was to submit one’s own research papers directly.
Of course, it is common for professors to have assistants under them, but they used to submit themselves.
I was not a professor, and the place where I published my thesis was with the professors of our department, not the academy.
Crucially, he had no intention of sending the thesis, which had only recently been reviewed, to the Academy.
That was one reason, and there were other reasons, but it wasn’t a big deal.
In the first place, I had no desire to succeed with my thesis.
The reason I’ve been holding on to this thesis for several years is because it was the only link I had with my parents.
When the thesis passed, I tried to let go and live my own life.
I thought that if I did that, I would do my job.
Maybe that’s why when I saw this pair of men and women standing in front of me, I couldn’t help but wonder.
Why.
Yes, you could end it with just one letter: ‘why’.
But the words that came out after that were beyond my imagination.
“I’m here to tell you that your thesis has been nominated for this year’s award.”
?
What kind of new sound is this?
It didn’t make sense from the fact that a paper that hadn’t even been submitted was there.
It was because I submitted it to the professors of my department, not the Academy.
Even if my professors went crazy and abandoned my thesis, they wouldn’t have accepted it.
“Who paid for it?”
However, no matter how much I thought about it, there was only proxy submission, so it was a stupid question, but I decided to accept it and ask it.
Wouldn’t it be better to be a fool who knows than a smart man who does not know?
A few papers popped out of the bag the woman was carrying, and after rummaging for a while, she put on an expression that she had found it.
“Is the professor in charge Professor Rosalyn Erennis?”
“Yes.”
Did Professor Rosalynn just let her go?
I’m not the kind of person
“The professor in charge wrote a letter of recommendation.”
More and more, I started to tell stories I didn’t know.
Whenever?
Without saying a word to me?
“Isn’t that one thing?”
“There’s one more person who wrote a letter of recommendation.”
“Who is it?”
“It says Hilbert von Ferroz.”
Why is that person still here?
My head was not following the reality in the recommendation letters of two people who seemed to be completely unrelated.
However, among the couple, the female side bluntly told me that she did not like the current situation.
“It’s possible to accept applications like this. But since most don’t, it’s understandable that they don’t know.”
Her explanation was simple but clear.
There was another way besides the usual way, and that was the situation right now.
He said that it is possible to apply if there is a recommendation from an academic advisor and a recommendation from a social figure.
Being the head of the Fellowes family was a social celebrity, so he was qualified.
However, there is a possibility of adhesion now, so people who have dedicated their lives to research have a strong tendency not to leave such a stain.
So, he said that direct submission is a customary practice.
It was a custom, not an obligation.
As she stood there speechless in an unimaginable situation, she continued her words.
“Now, when a project is nominated, the research lab is usually contacted, but when I go to the lab, they tell me that I have already quit.”
“So I came home.”
There is still one left.
All good.
“Can’t that be done in writing?”
“If we had received the letter right away, we wouldn’t have to come.”
In the end, it was going to be my fault.
“When the professor in charge contacted me, he said he hadn’t received a call, so I came here inevitably.”
It was a polite word, but it had bones.
It was like it was the first time for me.
“On the weekend…”
I stopped talking.
Because it seemed better not to.
“You should come to the award ceremony soon.”
“Should I go?”
The woman’s face no longer seemed to hide her annoyance.
He was looking at me with a face that really wanted to know what he was doing.
I want to say that I don’t know, but it was nonsense from their point of view, so I decided to just keep my mouth shut.
“Since you have been nominated, you must attend.”
“Clothes are formal. If you have someone to escort, you can come with me, or if you don’t have one, you can come alone.”
A man named Therion continued.
“The details are written here, so you might want to read it.”
He handed me an envelope containing some papers.
“Then excuse me.”
The door creaked shut, leaving only Edward Weiss standing there, dazed.
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Faculty room.
The current owner of this room was none other than Edward Weiss’s professor, Rosalyn Erennis.
Exhausted from the endless promises and lectures, she lit her magic candle saying that she would finally take a break.
The door opened with a bang and she startled and dropped what she was holding in her hand.
“It’s mom!”
She shouted her words, and at the same time bowed her head to see if her fire was on.
With the thought of what the hell kind of rude person would visit her like this, she turned around.
There stood his beloved pupil, Edward Weiss, barely breathing.
“Uh…Hello?”
In a situation that even the professor’s head couldn’t understand, just that word was the most that could come out of his mouth right away.
He held out the paper without saying anything.
The contents written on the paper were about the award ceremony held at the Academy this year.
There were two thoughts in her head.
First, she thought that since she hadn’t paid anything this time, she wouldn’t be her own.
Second, why did this disciple find this paper in such a hurry and differently than usual?
“Professor.”
He seemed to be struggling to speak, still out of breath.
“Have you submitted my thesis?”
I swear to heaven that I didn’t do anything, so I just shook her head sideways.
It was a cute reaction for someone approaching 40.
It wasn’t that he couldn’t speak out of his momentum.
“Then, what letter of recommendation did you write recently?”
This time it nodded vertically.
“When?”
She looked back at her memories.
As for the most recent letter of recommendation, the family head of the Feroz family asked for a letter of recommendation, and the target was…
Her gaze, which had been staring at the ceiling, began to descend and was soon fixed on him.
“The head of the Feroz family asked me to write something about you, but…”
As if he had a rough idea, he quickly lowered his head and left the room.
What remained of the series of commotion was the paper she was holding.
It listed the nominees for this year’s awards ceremony and their themes.
These were names everyone knew.
The only problem was that there was one person who didn’t understand her either, why they were there.
‘Edward Weiss – A New Perspective on Order Formulas’
She was the one who felt something was wrong.
