Chapter 19 Forced Memory
Lucian took a soft breath and opened the hard-shell book as if he had opened a new page of fate, and found the first page of the first chapter, "Pronunciation", and was delighted but not surprised to find that these letters were used in one of the magic notebooks.
And for Lucian, who can use the lingua franca fluently, as long as he masters the pronunciation of the thirty-two letters and the preliminary spelling rules, he can try to read out the words, compare them with the words and syllables he usually uses, and understand their meanings.
Victor didn't notice Lucian's little joy, and said the pronunciation of the thirty-two letters several times very seriously and seriously, watching Lucian make some strange marks on the paper, and read it back and forth twice, before walking to the ordinary boy next to him with satisfaction: "You read it carefully dozens of times, and when I come over, if you can read it completely with the book in its heart, then I will start teaching you the preliminary spelling rules and grammar."
He was just encouraging Lucian, as a beginner, it was impossible to memorize the pronunciation of thirty-two letters so quickly, unless it was those guys with super memory, and this kind of person, as long as he was willing to work hard, he could achieve something in the career he did.
Lucian carefully read the pronunciation of the thirty-two letters, and then compared it with the pronunciation marks made by himself on paper in Chinese combined with English and patterns.
In the library, there was a bookshelf called "Lincola", on which there was a piece of paper with strange marks and a black hard-shell book, which were exactly the two things in front of me.
Opening the black hard-shell book, Lucian unexpectedly saw that there was only the first page on it, and the back was all blank.
So Lucian flipped through the "Common Language Pronunciation and Elementary Grammar" on the small round table from beginning to end at a very fast speed, and was satisfied to see that the black hard-shell book in the Soul Library became complete.
"It's exactly what I guessed." Lucian smiled and said to himself.
With the help of the Soul Library, Lucian was even more confident in learning the lingua franca in a short period of time, so he began to try to memorize the pronunciation of the thirty-two letters.
The first time there were many mistakes, the second time there were still many mistakes, and the third time the mistakes began to decrease, but the previous ones that could be memorized were forgotten some...... Fifteen times, Lucian forced himself to memorize the letter sounds.
Of course, Lucian understood that this was only an instantaneous memory, and if it was not consolidated over a period of time, it would soon be forgotten, and in the process, Lucian also discovered that his spiritual power to stimulate the use of divine magic was of great help to memory.
After Lucian hesitated and memorized it twice, Victor finished teaching and walked to Lucian's side again.
There was a faint tiredness on his face, but compared to when Lucian first came, he no longer had the kind of pacing back and forth and restless state, and it seemed that diverting his attention would be of great help to him relax his mind.
"Lucian, memorize it to me." Victor smiled kindly at Lucian.
Halfway through the memorization, he suddenly forgot the pronunciation of a letter, and in a vague way, he found the pronunciation mark directly from the paper in the soul library, and then memorized it smoothly.
It's not that Lucian wants to cheat, but his money is limited, and it's a little bit of a point to be able to seize the time to learn more, even if he doesn't master it, with the library, he can digest it afterwards.
Victor had been preparing to correct Lucian's pronunciation mistakes and unclear memories, but when he finished memorizing them, he didn't react, and after a while, he asked suspiciously: "Have you learned pronunciation before?"
This question, the voice was slightly louder, causing the others who were immersed in hard study to raise their heads curiously and look at Lucian.
"No." Lucian shook his head in denial.
Victor didn't doubt it, nodded slightly, and praised: "Your memory is very good, very rare. Okay, then I'll start teaching you spelling rules."
The others then glanced at Lucian in surprise, they didn't expect him to have such an outstanding memory, of course, there were also those with ridicule and contempt, thinking that Lucian must have learned pronunciation before, otherwise how could he remember it completely in a short period of time, doing so was just a pretense, in order to deceive Mr. Victor's favor, and maybe he could be accepted as a real student who could learn music in the future.
But this kind of trivial matter didn't cause much stir, especially since three of the aristocratic students were already learning music with Victor, and they quickly lowered their heads again and continued to look at the music score and music theory knowledge.
For nearly an hour afterwards, Lucian was learning the spelling rules without distraction, and at this time, Lucian finally realized thoroughly and clearly in this environment:
Time is money!
Because studying for one more day will cost a lot of money!
"Okay, gentlemen and ladies, relax, eat some fruit, have a cup of tea, and continue studying later." Victor seemed to be in good spirits and went to the second floor while the servants served tea and a few plates of cut fruit.
The tea is served in a glazed porcelain cup with a pale white pattern and a handle, with jasmine, orange slices and other things added to show the orange-red color, and there are fruits that Lucian is familiar with, and there are also strange types that he has never seen before.
The young man wearing ordinary aristocratic clothes and with dark blue hair like sea water smiled and said to his companions: "Mr. Victor seems to have some inspiration, if the inspiration continues, today's study may be over."
He looked a few years older than Lucian, with long and narrow eyes, a high nose, and a thin sheet music in his hand, among several noble students, there was a faint feeling of being surrounded, only a noble girl wearing a burgundy dress, sitting dignifiedly, but answering in a lazy tone:
"Lott, if Mr. Victor ends early, he will definitely make up for it on the weekend, and if he can make new music, we will be able to practice with the band in the next few days. I don't want to just do monotonous music theory learning and ordinary flute playing training, only by practicing with a regular symphony orchestra can I make faster progress."
She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a bright appearance, long flaming hair, thick and sexy lips, and her waist was not as thin as her cousins as if it were about to break, because it would cause difficulty breathing, and difficulty breathing could not be played on the flute.
Lot looked at the red-haired girl and couldn't help but laugh: "The band with Mr. Victor, a few days ago just came a handsome leader like Silver Moon, Phyllis, the two of us went with Mr. Victor at that time, you want to practice with the band so much, could it be that you like him?"
The principal of the symphony orchestra is the first violinist, and when there is no conductor, he also plays the role of conductor.
"Don't insult me with your playboy heart, I just think his violin is very high-level, much better than the original Mr. Chief." Phyllis retorted, but with a strange blush on her face, "Don't you think he played very well when he played the 'Violin Sonata No. 1 in G minor'? Do you think your violin playing level surpasses his?"
At the mention of music, Lot immediately became serious and excited, and began to discuss various musical knowledge and music with Phyllis, and several other noble students, interjecting a sentence or two from time to time, were obviously interested in the topic, and even the brown-haired girl among the civilian students they had been treating coldly couldn't help but interrupt and say an insightful word, which was also agreed by them.
At Aalto, music is another lingua franca.
Of course, the aristocratic students still intentionally or unintentionally ignored the civilian students and Lucian, and the civilian students also turned a blind eye to Lucian intentionally or unintentionally, and tried to get close to the noble students.
There are no cold words, no sarcasm, only deep estrangement and coldness.
Perhaps, in the minds of aristocratic students, ordinary citizens and the poor are not worthy of being treated with a bad attitude at all, after all, they do not even have a common language, but habitually exclude them from their own circles, which is a kind of contempt that they do not take very seriously.
Lucian didn't care about these at all, racing against time, seizing the time to study, like a sponge that had dried up for a long time, being thrown back into the ocean of knowledge, greedily absorbing nutrients.
But from their discussion, Lucian occasionally heard some sentences and humming, and found that the music of this world, whether it is scales or melodies, is very similar to that on earth, only in the expression of specific musical symbols.
"What a group of serious students." Lucian looked up at them who were discussing enthusiastically, took a sip of the black tea with jasmine petals and a strange taste, ate a piece of fruit that might be a pear, and continued to concentrate on his studies.
Mr. Victor's inspiration did not last long, and he walked down after more than ten minutes, looking tired and anxious.
However, after teaching students seriously, his irritability improved a lot.
After this hour of struggle, Lucian finally learned most of the spelling rules before the end and wrote them down with the Soul Library.
At fourteen o'clock, the study was over, and everyone else stood up and left the hall except for Lot, Phyllis, and a noble boy named Herodotus, who stayed behind to study playing the instrument.
Lucian recalled what he had learned today, walking very slowly, while the three civilian students, exchanging and laughing with each other, walking briskly at the front, their eyes would often look at the two aristocratic students in the middle who were discussing music, but they did not dare to get too close, as for Lucian, whether it was them, or the two aristocratic students, a man and a woman, they only occasionally glanced at each other.
After leaving the gate, two carriages drove over from nowhere, brown horses were tall and strong, snorting, and then the two noble students boarded the carriage sent by their respective families under the envious eyes of the civilian students and left slowly.
No matter what the situation at home is, as long as they do not starve to death, most nobles will choose to maintain a minimum of decency.
The three civilian students have been quietly watching the carriage disappear behind the tall trees around the corner before leaving together in the direction of the Purple Lily District.
And Lucian was like a bookworm, silently reciting what he had learned today, strolling along the boulevard.
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"You actually studied with Mr. Victor? He is a great musician. Hehe, little Evans, are you really going to inherit Uncle Joel's dream of becoming a musician?" At dinner, Joel jokingly said after learning about Lucian's teacher who studied words.
Lucian responded with the same humor: "Of course, I will become a great musician in the future."
After a happy dinner, Lucian returned home early, lay on the bed that had been smashed so much that he could barely lie down, opened the library, opened the magic notebook written in lingua franca, and tried to spell out the pronunciation and decipher the meaning of the words.
Of course, because of the inevitable accent problems, vocabulary accumulation problems, and grammar that he had not yet mastered, Lucian did not expect to be able to understand notes and start learning magic after just one day of study, just to review and consolidate what he had learned during the day.
(End of this chapter)