Material Fusion (Part 1)

It was the first time someone had spoken this boldly in his class, and it made him feel like 'encouraging' a bit, and he promptly did.

The entire class focused on Amalia.

Amalia standing up and walked toward the platform.

She then scanning the materials that laid out on it.

She had no idea what was covered in the last class since she didn't attended it.

And relying on other classmates seemed impractical.

She had only attended the class a few times and she wasn't particularly an outgoing person, nor had he established a good rapport with anyone in the class yet.

Just as she pondered what sort of question this might be, a whiteboard was discreetly raised in the second row.

On it were written a few words: "—Material Fusion."

From Amalia's viewpoint, she caught sight of the person who had reminded her and when their eyes met, the individual flashed a friendly smile.