My cousin is becoming a legend.

Chapter 102 High Tuition Fees

Lynn was taken aback by what he heard.

Holy crap, so it turns out you were the one taking money!

And the price is so high!

He politely declined, saying, "Senior, I think I'll study it myself for a while, and then I'll come back to you when I have any questions."

Upon seeing Lynn's response, the senior's smile vanished.

"If you're short on cash, junior, you can take out a loan first. After all, pharmacology is extremely important. If you delay because of money now, it might affect your ability to make money in the future."

Keep in mind that second-tier potions are much more expensive than first-tier potions, and the tuition fee is just a matter of a few potions. I hope you've thought carefully about which is more important.

Lynn shook his head, indicating that he didn't have that idea for the time being.

The senior's face instantly turned cold.

He turned and left, ignoring Lynn.

At this moment, Lynn also felt many eyes being cast at him.

He seemed to be isolated.

Lynn sighed softly, feeling somewhat helpless.

If the tuition fee were cheaper, he would definitely spend the money to avoid trouble.

After all, it's easier to see the King of Hell than to deal with his underlings, so he also wanted to minimize conflict.

But this guy is so dark-skinned!

With this level of skill, how dare they charge such a high price? Do they think they've been kicked in the head by a donkey?

Lynn ignored them.

I started operating according to the instructions in the book.

He quickly processed a white mouse.

[Proficiency +1]

[Basic Alchemy Knowledge (Level 1 31/100)]

As his proficiency increased, Lynn immediately had a lot of anatomical experience in mind.

Lynn continued to experiment on mice with some of the pharmacological experiments described in the book.

Many insights naturally came to his mind.

Lynn's skills are constantly improving.

Soon all the lab mice were used up.

Lynn planned to go to the warehouse to buy some more.

As soon as he left the lab, the student sitting at the next workbench ran to his senior to tattle.

"Senior, something seems off about that guy. His skill level is improving so fast."

The student's eyes were filled with resentment.

Although he acknowledged that people have different talents, why should I be able to beat you even though I spent money!

He felt very resentful.

The senior student looked at the student with a puzzled expression.

"What do you mean?"

The student told him everything Lynn had done earlier.

The senior student looked at the student as if he were an idiot.

He was so angry he laughed.

"Are you out of your mind?"

The student was speechless for a moment.

The senior student quickly sent him away, feeling somewhat disdainful.

That's absolutely insane.

In pharmacology, there are no shortcuts to improving these most basic skills; you can only hone your abilities through repeated practice.

Even he could only help these beginners avoid some detours and correct some of their bad habits from the very beginning.

According to his estimate, without his help, it would take Lynn at least two months to get the hang of it.

But that was just the beginning.

If he develops bad habits during the foundational stage, he will suffer greatly in subsequent pharmacological experiments.

He can't change these bad habits on his own.

This is not something that can be mastered through hard work alone, nor is it a problem that can be solved by reading books.

When the time comes, Lynn will definitely come to find me obediently.

At that time, the tuition fees he would have to pay would probably be several times higher.

There are quite a few people as stubborn as Lynn; there are several in this lab right now.

He was already used to it.

The laboratory door opened, and Lynn returned carrying several cages of white mice.

The senior student looked away and ignored him.

He wanted to put that kind of pressure on him so that he would give up early.

I'm doing this for his own good.

Lynn, on the other hand, didn't consider these things.

He continued dissecting the white mice relentlessly.

His anatomical skills are constantly improving.

A cage of white mice has been used up.

Soon, he felt that his anatomical skills seemed to have reached a certain bottleneck.

Sure enough, no matter how many mice he dissected, he could no longer improve his proficiency.

Lynn then turned to using mice for basic pharmacological experiments.

As he consumed more and more mice, his understanding of pharmacology continued to improve.

Soon, he encountered the same problem.

The lab rat can no longer increase its proficiency.

My proficiency in alchemy theory stopped at 43.

Lynn breathed a sigh of relief.

He took off his gloves and turned on the tap to wash his hands.

The garbage cans were piled high with the carcasses of white mice.

He should now use monkeys or chimpanzees for his experiments.

However, the current primary laboratories do not have the authority to purchase monkeys and chimpanzees.

Perhaps he should practice in the next stage of the lab.

But how can he upgrade his room?

Lynn glanced around.

The senior student was no longer in the room.

He said he only stays in the beginner's room in the morning.

Perhaps I should go see Mr. Vincent.

With that thought in mind, Lynn walked out of the primary laboratory.

He walked to the room opposite and observed the situation inside through the small pane of transparent glass above.

He saw the group of old professors with wrinkled faces.

Mr. Vincent is assisting them in conducting the experiment.

Lynn waited quietly outside.

It wasn't until an hour or two had passed that the experiment inside finally came to an end.

After finishing his work, Mr. Vincent noticed Lynn waiting outside the door.

He took advantage of the temporary free time to leave the laboratory.

"What's wrong? Did something happen?"

Vincent frowned slightly.

Although he told Lynn to come to him if there were any problems, this was far too fast.

I hope he didn't come to see me because of some trivial matter.

Otherwise, he would have a big question mark about whether Lynn could stay in the laboratory.

"Teacher, I want to enter the intermediate laboratory."

"you......"

Vincent was speechless for a moment.

To be honest, he has been teaching students for so many years.

Today was the first time he had encountered such an absurd situation.

Lynn was indeed a rare genius he had encountered.

Geniuses may indeed have the right to be arrogant, but that doesn't mean they have the right to spout nonsense.

He understood Lynn's thoughts.

This kid must have felt that experimenting on mice wasn't enough, and couldn't wait to practice on monkeys.

This is a common thought among all students entering the lab for the first time.

Vincent's approach to dealing with such outrageous ideas has always been...

"Enough, Lynn! I never expected you to be so childish!"

Now, go back and practice! Otherwise, I'll have to seriously consider whether you're fit to stay in a lab of this caliber!

Lynn was taken aback.

After a moment, he roughly guessed what Mr. Vincent was thinking.

That's true, this kind of thing is indeed too outrageous.

But there's nothing he can do; he really can do those things.

It seems this is the only way.

"Professor Vincent, I think you've misunderstood me. My desire to enter the intermediate lab isn't out of unrealistic ambition, but because I genuinely possess the necessary abilities. If you don't believe me, you're welcome to test me."

Lynn's sincere remarks made Vincent frown.

They're still trying to argue their way out of it.

It seems we need to teach him a lesson.

Vincent said coldly, "Listen, I can give you a chance to prove yourself. But if you fail the test, the price is getting out of this lab."

"Now, Lynn, I'm giving you one last chance. I hope you'll think it over carefully!"