Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 668 - 617: Lanci’s Love in the Tongtian Generation

In the afternoon.

Ichrite Academy, one of the iconic buildings on the edge of the Magic Engineering College—

The Old Literature Building of the Magic Engineering College.

This classic building with red brick walls and embossed reliefs was once a schoolhouse where magic artisans expressed their whimsical ideas a hundred years ago. After several decades of renovation, it became a public building at Ichrite Academy that offers magic engineering techniques to students from other colleges.

The first floor housed the Public Magic Work Technology Service Center.

The second floor was home to the New Magic Work Technology Creative Workshop belonging to Professor Bolao, the leading researcher at the Magic Engineering College.

The third floor was for the Student Management Committee.

In previous semesters, Lanci was often in the student council room on the third floor.

But from now on, he would be working and studying on the second floor every day.

In Professor Bolao’s research workshop on the second floor, faint mechanical whirring and the immersed working sounds of magic worker automata were often heard.

Of course, Professor Bolao now also had two students.

"Professor Bolao, have you managed to arrange things for Dean Loren?"

Lanci approached a wide experimental platform, placed a semi-transparent blue blueprint into the recognition device on Professor Bolao’s desk, and asked.

Just standing in front of the experimental platform, one was hit with a unique smell that mixed magic potions and machine oil. A mechanical arm powered by magic stones was precisely assembling a device that appeared complex, while a black crystal screen beside it displayed rows of intricate calculation formulas and the newly entered blueprints.

Even though Lanci’s talent in magical engineering was far from that of Lan Fu and Professor Bolao, the professor had discovered he was quite good at drawing design diagrams.

Thus, the responsibilities of his two apprentices became very clear.

"Taken care of, what happens next is not my concern."

Professor Bolao shook his head emphatically and said.

That was his disclaimer.

After saying this, he went back to examining the small, delicate parts next to the blueprint with his magical engineering glasses.

According to Lanci’s idea, Bolao gave Loren an "Invisible Magic Conduit Earpiece" called "Love Guru," claiming it was a new intelligent romance guide developed by the Magic Engineering College.

Normally, it could offer Loren some advice and suggestions whenever he felt puzzled.

In crucial moments, it not only could help him prepare in advance for a date, but also teach him how to handle any situation that arose during the date.

Loren immediately felt he had found a lifesaver.

His date with Juliana was in two days, and it was too late for last-minute cramming; luckily, the all-capable Professor Bolao had given him a new prop.

And in reality—

Lanci was on the other end of the "Love Guru," connected via communication magic.

On the day of the date, Lanci would guide Loren in real time, telling him through an ongoing conversation how to date the Immortal Sword Saint Juliana.

"Rest assured, Professor Bolao, this is foolproof. I guarantee there will be no problems,"

Lanci said with confidence.

"..."

Professor Bolao looked at Lanci’s responsible expression and tentatively nodded in agreement.

It was just a date, after all. What could possibly go wrong?

"Then, Professor Bolao, I’ll be leaving for today,"

Lanci checked the time and said to Professor Bolao.

There were no strict working hours in their lab; they could leave anytime as long as the work was done in advance.

"See you tomorrow, Lanci."

Professor Bolao knew that Lanci wanted to see the Student Management Committee, since last year he often encountered Lanci coming down from the third-floor Student Committee room in the hallway.

Before Lanci could tidy up his tools at his own workstation, he turned around and saw the Great Love Poet approaching.

"Professor Bolao, is that right?"

Lan Fu, dressed in the first-year school uniform, came to their side holding a magic work component and asked Professor Bolao.

Bolao took the component, examined it with his Magical Engineering Glasses, nodded, and began instructing the Great Love Poet on what to do next.

Lanci wasn’t in a hurry either, listening on the side.

After all, it was no loss learning a little more.

Ever since the Great Love Poet arrived at the Magic Workshop, she had become eager to learn; without needing Professor Bolao’s guidance, she moved around the lab with endless energy, much more diligent than Lanci—of course, what she expended was Lanci’s mana.

There was no need for Lanci to supervise the Great Love Poet, as she seemed to attend school daily and on time without any intention of skipping classes, diligent and self-disciplined just like Hyperion.

Finally, once the Great Love Poet finished her task and headed towards her own workstation with new blueprints, Lanci also walked with her towards the same direction, out of the laboratory.

"Your skirt, don’t fold it like that, it should reach your knees, the student handbook has a guide on dressing etiquette."

Lanci thought for a moment and reminded her.

The style of school uniform he had chosen for the Great Love Poet normally had the hem reaching the knees, but the Great Love Poet had taken it upon herself to shorten the skirt, revealing her thighs.

"Rui!"

The Great Love Poet stuck out her tongue at Lanci and pulled at her eyelid, then paid him no further attention and ran over to the workbench.

"Sigh."

Lanci knew that the Great Love Poet didn’t tend to listen to him on such trifles.

Although not mandatory, the school suggested that students should dress more appropriately, in accordance with etiquette.

Lanci also feared Talia would see the Great Love Poet’s dress and think Lanci had intentionally designed the skirt to be short, liking to look at her thighs.

But even if it was discovered, it wouldn’t be a big problem, it’s not like he was asking Talia to wear it.

Thinking thus, Lanci tidied up his workstation, pushed the chair back under the table, and left the lab to be alone on the corridor.

As the academy’s last ray of sunset light faded, the sound of footsteps echoed in the serene air, and he ascended the winding staircase to the third-floor corridor.

The familiar third level, a wide corridor bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, stretched before him.

Above, on the high ceiling, a handful of exquisite pendant lights glowed softly, gently covering every inch of space; the auburn wooden walls adorned with gilded patterns here and there.

"Once all my civil commissions are completed, I should be living such ordinary, undistinguished days every day," Lanci mused as he walked along the corridor leading to the Student Committee room, looking out at the campus drenched in the sunset’s red glow outside the window.

The Blood Moon Bad World comprising four Shadow Worlds had passed without notice, three already behind him, and now, the only civil commissions and academic projects left were the research in the Cerryti Empire.

The goal of retirement was getting closer.

Contemplating this, Lanci arrived in front of the deep red double doors.

In more than a year, Lanci had not encountered Senior Sister Lavisseir in the Student Committee room.

Hyperion probably returned to school by midday, but it was possible that school was already out by now.

The once bustling Student Council might now be left with just the president, who often sat all alone in the office chair every day.

Lanci knocked on the door amidst the twilight’s fading light, and the sound echoed in the quiet interior.

"Come in."

A voice as ever calm and composed came from within.

As expected, the president was always there.