In an office room, a young boy with striking golden eyes and jet-black hair was engaged in a conversation with a man who regarded him with his own intense ruby eyes, and his hair was an ethereal shade of white, shimring like silver.
"Professor, please, I really need a storage ring," the boy implored Professor Adriannel with a desperate tone in his voice.
"Zeph, how many tis do I have to tell you? I only have one left, and it's in my possession," Professor Adriannel responded firmly, seemingly unwilling to grant the boy's request.
"Professor, I happen to know that you possess an entire collection of 328 storage rings," the boy revealed a hidden secret, a fact known to no one else.
"What? How do you know that?" Professor Adriannel's ruby-like eyes widened in surprise and disbelief.
"If you agree to give the ring, I'll tell you exactly how I know," the boy proposed, trying to negotiate.
"Aren't you quite confident, Zephyr Liander?" Professor Adriannel's words sliced through the air, and the room's temperature seed to plumt as those crimson eyes, resembling precious rubies, bore into the boy.
Zephyr felt a chill down his spine, and beads of sweat ford on his forehead. "Professor, I didn't an to..."
"Sigh... Fine, it's yours," the professor relented, his deanor softening as he retrieved a storage ring from his pocket.
He tossed it to Zephyr, who caught it with trembling hands, almost unable to believe he had just obtained sothing as valuable as this. The ring offered an impressive 1200 cubic ters of storage space.
Tomorrow marks the beginning of the exams, a crucial step on my path to becoming a wise and capable ruler.
The weight of my aspirations bears down on as I contemplate the need to revise the entire syllabus at least twice before the tests comnce, I have ti till midnight.
I've always believed that to achieve my dream, I must seize every opportunity to learn and grow. These exams are but the first step towards that lofty goal.
Unlike many of my classmates, I've put in the effort to prepare myself diligently for this mont.
As I sat on my study chair, I can't help but hope that everything goes smoothly tomorrow. This is a defining mont on my journey, and I must not falter.I started revision of my notes.
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