"Sister, do you know how?"
Childhood curiosity, Andrew Hughes’s question suddenly aroused suspicion among the onlookers who initially had no feelings about it.
The onlookers were there just for the fun, having no understanding of chanical Techniques. It seed normal to them that Rosa Sullivan had been researching for over ten minutes without any result since, in their minds, chanical Techniques were extrely difficult, and even the diagrams were hard to comprehend.
Thinking back to the Escape Room show, Rosa Sullivan usually took a long ti to open chanical Locks.
As for Nora Scott...
Nora Scott’s thods were too unconventional for them to make a specific comparison.
So at the beginning, no one found it strange.
Now with Andrew Hughes’s comnt, so began to recall his drawing speed and gradually sensed a bit of inconsistency.
— Or was it that Andrew Hughes’s drawings were too simple, and the one left for Rosa Sullivan was the most difficult, thus needing more ti to study?
Rosa Sullivan glanced at Andrew Hughes, slightly frowning without being noticed.
"Andrew, give your sister so ti."
Jerry Yates squatted down, reaching out to pull Andrew Hughes, but Andrew instinctively avoided it, leaving Jerry’s hand hanging in mid-air, frozen.
Andrew Hughes ignored Jerry Yates and continued speaking to Rosa Sullivan, "Then, Sister, take your ti; I’m not in a hurry."
Saying this, he moved aside, climbed onto a stone bench, kneeled on it, leaned half his body on the stone table, pointed at the pattern, then at the stuck shape, and chattered away.
The crowd: "..." Little brother, we don’t understand.
Rosa Sullivan: "..." She understood but found it unbelievable.
She looked at Andrew Hughes with disbelief, subconsciously pressing her lips—was there really such a thing as "genius"?
This child is anything but simple.
"Sister, I’m stuck here; what thod should I use to connect this?" Andrew Hughes blinked innocently, asking Rosa Sullivan.
Rosa Sullivan: "...Let check again."
The day was getting hotter.
*
Nora Scott sat in the nanny car, sipping iced sour plum soup from a thermos, the coolness still emanating from the bottle opening, feeling both comfortable and leisurely.
The view was just right; through the car window, she could see the group not far away, occasionally catching glimpses of Rosa Sullivan’s tense expression.
Rosie Sullivan rested her chin on her hand, enjoying Rosa Sullivan’s unpleasant expression, feeling very delighted.
After observing for a mont, she turned her head and asked, "Hall Master, can it really stump Rosa Sullivan?"
"Hmm." Nora Scott lounged comfortably, nonchalantly replying, "She has only about twenty minutes. Given her ability, it’ll be good enough if she can understand what the design is about."
Even the simplest chanical Lock requires half a day’s study for her, showing she really lacks talent in this field.
It’s rely to fool layn.
Rosa Sullivan probably knows this herself, which is why when the whole internet talked about her chanical Techniques, she never responded directly, just quietly enjoying the attention the field brought her.
She has brains.
Hearing Nora Scott’s evaluation, Rosie Sullivan didn’t take it seriously—
After all, Nora Scott was the lone ranger who broke through the chanism City of the Sullivan Clan unscathed.
From Nora Scott’s perspective, almost everyone studying chanical Techniques is just fodder, not worth ntioning.
Rosie Sullivan asked, "How is her level?"
Nora Scott expressed a simple evaluation, "Not as good as Andrew Hughes."
Rosie Sullivan: "..." This judgnt is a bit hurtful, but to her, it sounded particularly pleasing.
Since there was nothing else to do and the outco on Rosa Sullivan’s side was clear, Nora Scott lazily drank sour plum soup and played Sudoku. After a while, sothing struck her.
She asked, "Does everyone in the Sullivan Family learn chanical Techniques?"
"More or less."
Recalling the past, Rosie Sullivan’s eyes darkened as she nodded.
"You didn’t learn?"
"I have no talent. Really, I quite like chanical Techniques, but I can’t research it, don’t have the mind for it."
Rosie Sullivan admitted frankly, "The Sullivan Clan values the inheritance of chanical Techniques and takes pride in its ancestral legacy. Every child in the Sullivan Clan has to engage with chanical Techniques as soon as they are sensible. There’s an assessnt after reaching ten years old, which involves opening a chanical Box. Those who open it are cultivated with great focus, receiving special teaching. Those who don’t... like , aren’t seen as useful."
"..."
That’s truly traditional.
After all, learning this indeed requires talent; people like Evelyn Easton and the principal of the Affiliated Middle School were eliminated by the lack of talent.
Nora Scott asked, "Did Rosa Sullivan pass?"
Rosie Sullivan nodded, "Yes."
Nora Scott: "..." Then your aningless tradition can be abolished.
"In our generation, less than ten people passed, and Rosa Sullivan is at the upper-middle level," Rosie Sullivan said, "The standout is her brother—Adrian Sullivan, three or four years older than I am. He mastered the skills and graduated at twenty; now, driven by enthusiasm and ambition, he seems eager to collaborate with Aaron Scott to present the Sullivan Clan’s chanical Techniques to the world and make a na."
Nora Scott smiled slightly but said nothing.
Just waiting for them to "make a na."
—Beyond mountains, there are higher mountains.
Nora Scott rembered Antonio Easton’s advice well, but similarly, she also liked using this phrase to tornt others.
The re Sullivan Clan... it won’t beat them down.
*
For twenty minutes, Rosa Sullivan had been studying the drawings, writing and sketching with a pen, but without arriving at any conclusion.
The crew began their work step by step, and more than half of the onlookers had left. Only a few persistent ones remained, hoping to stick around for an answer, but even when soone ca to call Rosa Sullivan for filming, she hadn’t offered any constructive insight.
In other words, she hadn’t discovered anything.
People shook their heads, sowhat disappointed.
Rosa Sullivan’s face stiffened, looking rather unpleasant. Putting down the paper and pen, she stood up with the script and said to Andrew Hughes, "I have to go work now, I’ll study it for you again later when I have ti."
Andrew Hughes seed neither disappointed nor impatient; he nodded obediently upon hearing Rosa Sullivan’s words.
He said, "Okay. Thank you for your hard work, Sister. I’ll study it myself for now."
’Study it myself for now.’
These words sounded particularly piercing to Rosa Sullivan.
This difficult chanism, can this kid really figure sothing out?
Despite thinking this, Rosa Sullivan said nothing more, nodded perfunctorily, and left with the script.
—She even forgot to say goodbye to Jerry Yates.
Jerry Yates and others, being layn, didn’t know how to assess Rosa Sullivan’s level and could only think—
Can a chanism blueprint a child designed really be that difficult?
*
Gossip, as long as it’s where people gather, is never in short supply.
The news that Rosa Sullivan failed to co up with anything while ntoring a child in chanical techniques quickly spread throughout the crew, with occasional whispers among staff.
"I heard Rosa Sullivan was studying a chanical model for a kid and didn’t co up with anything after half an hour?"
"Not sure. Is the chanical model too hard, or is Rosa Sullivan’s level not enough?"
"Can’t tell. I watched the whole thing. I used to think Rosa Sullivan was so mysterious, such a goddess, the epito of ’cool’. But today... it’s hard to say; it feels like the aura of mystery has been removed."
"I feel the sa."
"Though she’s a descendant of a chanical techniques family, she never exaggerated her chanical prowess, right? Her forte seems to be flute playing. I guess it’s more about music still."
"True, but being a descendant... it’s a little disappointing."
"The aura of a mysterious family, sigh."
...
This gossip, although not overly harsh, stung Rosa Sullivan’s heart like needles; it’s quite uncomfortable.
However, you can’t directly argue with such people.
Rosa Sullivan can only silently endure it.
With such things in her mind, Rosa Sullivan was distracted and not in form even when acting.
The weather was perhaps too hot, coupled with her frequent mistakes, even the good-tempered Alfred Lawrence couldn’t hold back his temper, scolding Rosa Sullivan harshly with a gaphone, causing her considerable discomfort.
By the end of the scene that day, Rosa Sullivan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a bit better ntally.
Just as she was packing up, preparing to leave, she saw several staff mbers gathering around Andrew Hughes. One of them held a hard paperboard model of a chanism, looking quite excited.
"Andrew, did you make this yourself?"
"I watched the whole process. I thought it was much harder than this."
"Did it all by himself, huh? Didn’t Rosa Sullivan study it for half an hour?"
The story that Rosa Sullivan coached a child in chanical techniques but ended with nothing has quickly spread among the cast.
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